Disclaimer: Don't own Gilmore Girls, never have, never willl
AN: Hey there sorry it's taken me awhile to update, I live in southern California and these fires have put a damper on everything. We were almost evacuated last week, but luckily our house was okay, as for others that weren't as fortunate, its very upsetting and I am very sad for their loses. Anyways due to the fires and the smoke in the air and the chaos going on I haven't had the chance to update. I'm still working on my other story but I haven't had time to write yet, this was already written so I thought I'd get it out there… sorry it's kind of short, but enjoy…
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Tristan opened the door and got in the car, and Jess was about to follow when Officer Huey came running out.
"Jess!" he ran down the steps to catch up to him.
Jess turned around, and sighed.
"Here." He handed him a card with his number on it, "if anything happens, call me… please."
Jess nodded in agreement, "Don't worry so much, I'm just some delinquent off the streets, you shouldn't care… no one else does." He turned to get in the car.
"Just call if it doesn't work out." Huey turned around and walked back up to the station.
Inside the car Tristan was sitting with his friend Jake, silence filled the air.
"Does he even know who you are?" Jake asked while watching Jess through the window.
"Nope" Tristan shook his head and looked over at Jake.
"Does he at least know where you live?"
Tristan once again shook his head, "He'll find out soon enough."
The door opened and Jess climbed into the backseat. He didn't say a word, he had nothing to say, he didn't even know the guy.
"Should we maybe stop by your place and pick up a few things you may need?" Tristan asked breaking the silence that had then filled the car.
"Yeah, okay, sure, its right around the corner; make a left at the next light." Jess spoke up.
They pulled up in front of a worn out apartment complex. The building was brick, it looked as if it was a hundred years old, the bricks were broken, and stained by water, Tristan was afraid if he breathed too hard the place may blow over, and was holding his breath.
"Ah. My home, huh." Jess mumbled as he opened the door and stepped out of the car into the cold night air. He made his way up the steps to the door, not looking back, he didn't want to witness the faces of the two men in the car, they obviously were not from this part of town.
If Tristan had driven passed it under any other circumstances he would never have guessed that people actually lived there. It gave him the chills to think that someone actually called this place their home.
Once inside the building Jess made his way up the stairs to the third floor. He walked over to the door that read 39C and gently placed his finger on the 9 turning it back upwards so it now read 36C. He let out a sigh before reaching into his pocket and taking out his keys.
"Jess..." a voice came from behind him.
The voice sent chills up his spine and he didn't turn to look at the person, instead he reached down and placed his key into the hole.
"…Finally your home." His mother emerged from the darkness.
Jess unlocked the door and opened it, he didn't even bother responding to his mother, he walked in briskly leaving her standing alone out in the hallway. He crossed what they called their family room before stopping and turning around. He watched as his mother stood there staring at him from outside the apartment.
"Well are you coming in? It is your home I don't think you need an invitation." He stood there staring at her as she slowly made her way into the small room.
Once she was inside and had the door shut behind her Jess made his way into his room, he stopped only for a second before spotting his duffel bag across the room shoved in the back of his closet. He grabbed the bag and started filling with all that he could find. He didn't even bother looking through things; he just picked up whatever was near him and threw it in. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even notice his mother who now stood at the door leaning against the frame.
"Jess what are you doing?" she asked quietly, with real concern in her voice, her eyes darting from his hands to his eyes.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm packing" he looked up at her, before rushing past her to get his book he had left on the kitchen table yesterday.
"Why?" she watched him as he walked past her almost pushing her out of the way before she took a step into his room, and picked up a book that was sitting on his bed.
"Because I'm leaving." He had made his way back into his room and grabbed the book out of her hands and threw into the bag along with all the others.
"For how long?" she sat down on his bed looking at her hands that were now shaking.
"I don't know… awhile" he never once stopped to actually look at her and pay attention to her; he would have seen she was truly hurting if he had.
"Where to?"
"I'm not sure, but the guy is waiting downstairs in the car for me. So I have to go." He finally stopped and looked down at his mother. And then it hit him, he was going to miss her; he sighed and slowly made his way towards his bed to sit next to her.
"Why so soon?" She looked over at him.
"Because the opportunity arose, and it's now or never. Look at me, and I mean really look at me, I look old, I shouldn't have to live this kind of life, I'm smart, I read, I go to school, or went to school, I deserve better. I'm not doing anything for myself sticking around here, my friends get me in trouble, you're never around to take care of me, and I can't take care of you for the rest of my life, you need to start acting your age, and realize I'm the child, not you. I need to get out, I have to get out of here, trust me, its better this way, but I won't be gone forever." He closed the bag and stood up putting it up over his shoulder like Santa Claus, "I'll call you okay, and I'll visit, plus I'll be back." He leaned down and kissed her on the top of the head. He wasn't much for showing emotion and his mom wasn't always there for him, but she tried, and he knew that.
He looked at his mother for a moment longer and knew that he had just broken her heart. He knew that he was all she had, but he had to do this for him. Then he walked passed her and out of his room, he made his way slowly to the door and opened it. This was it, this was his chance to change, he hung his head down and closed the door behind him, and he quickly ran back down to the first floor and out the building into Tristan's car.
"Let's go." He turned around and watched as his apartment building shrank and faded out of sight.