Disclaimer: Don't own Gilmore Girls, never have, never will….
AN: I really don't know where this is going at all… but I'm trying… so let me know what you think… enjoy…
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As Jess watched his old life fade into the past he took a deep sigh. He just left his entire life for what? He didn't know. He left his friends, his mother, and anyone that ever cared about him. He continued to stare out the back window, he couldn't see his house anymore and he hadn't been able to for miles, but he didn't care, he stared back to what he just let go, he didn't want to turn around to face the front because that meant it was real, that meant the future, that meant his life.
The car ride was awkward, Jess didn't know Jake, let alone Tristan that guy he met an hour and a half ago and was going to be living with. Time passed and they remained silent. Jake and Tristan would comment on something every now and then but nothing Jess could pick up on as a clue into their lives. It was mostly about school and girls, and the only details he actually made out were Chilton and some girl named Mary, who was apparently, Tristan's best friend. As Jess turned to look in front of him, Tristan's head shot around quickly and he pretended as if he was looking out his window the entire time.
"So where exactly are we going?" Jess asked quietly.
"Connecticut." Tristan simply stated. "Did you tell anyone you were leaving?"
"Well Huey doesn't count but my mom kind of figured it out when she saw me packing." Jess shrugged his shoulders and slouched down into the seat.
"And your mom just let you go?" This time he turned around to look Jess in the eyes.
"There wasn't much she could do to stop me; I pretty much do what I want." Jess could feel Tristan's eyes penetrating through his skin but he refused to look at him, so he continued to watch as the scenery passed him by.
"And you wanted to leave? Seems like you have all the freedom you want."
"It's not the freedom I want," Jess shook his head, "it's the restrictions I need." He closed his eyes to try and imagine what his life would be like if he had a mother who cared, a mother who set rules and restrictions, but he couldn't picture it, a part of him didn't want to, because it would just be a slap in the face to what he never had. He opened his eyes and looked at the two guys sitting in front of him, they had that life, they had parents who took care of them, who loved them, who kept them safe, they never had to fend for themselves, he sighed and spoke again to try and explain things, "Growing up on the streets leads to a very different life, a life that sucks you in and doesn't let go… no matter how hard you try and resist. It will find a way to kill you, and I don't want to die, I don't want to be like all of my friends, their lives are over as they know it, doing the same thing everyday, if I stuck around I would be no better then they are, but I'm meant to be better, I'm meant to be something, I know it." He drifted off.
The car became still again, Jess was once again looking out his window and the two guys in front weren't really sure what to say to Jess, he seemed troubled, something they never had to deal with.
"So what were you in for anyways?" Jake spoke up and asked Jess.
"Yeah," Tristan added, "You and that officer seemed pretty chummy; I'm thinking that wasn't your first time down at the station."
"It was nothing" Jess sighed and leaned his head back against the head rest.
"Right… nothing." Tristan rolled his eyes and laughed, "I know your type, the way you dress, the chip on your shoulder, the 'world hates me and I hate the world' attitude. I just met you in a police station, I've seen your neighborhood, I've gotten a taste of that attitude, your not the type that is friends with in officer in a station because of 'nothing', I'm sorry but face it… your just not the 'nothing' type" Tristan shook his head.
"Whatever, you were there, you heard everything, and if it was 'something' I don't think I'd be sitting here in this car having this conversation with you right about now."
"The man makes a good point" Jake glanced at Tristan.
"Shut up and drive" Tristan turned his attention away from Jess and back out the window.
The time passed slowly, it seemed like forever before anyone spoke up again and it had only been 5 minutes.
"Are we almost there? I feel like we've been in this car forever" Jess mumbled from the backseat.
Tristan rolled his eyes, "Don't start" he smiled at Jess and continued, "Just a few more minutes."
"Good" Jess too rolled his eyes, "So wait a minute… what were you in for?" he looked at the back of Tristan's head for any sign of movement but there was nothing.
Tristan let out a laugh, but became silent as he looked for the right words to answer that, "It was nothing… really… it was just my da…" Just as Tristan said this they pulled onto his street.
Jess had stopped listening to Tristan the second he saw the first house on the corner. The house had to have been as big as his whole apartment complex, "Where exactly do you live?" Jess questioned still in awe of the homes.
"Hartford, and that's my house right up there" he pointed out the front windshield at the house that lay at the end of the block. It must have been as large as five of the other houses put together.
"That one?" Jess raised an eyebrow and pointed at the same house Tristan had just pointed at.
"That would be home" Tristan nodded his head and assured him.
Jess laughed, "My turn…"
"Your turn? For what?"
"Let me see…" he paused as if he was thinking, "You've got the khakis, the collared polo shirt, HUGE house, I've seen your type… Prep… Private school… hotshot… think your badass but you really have no idea what's its like, call yourself a 'rebel', and wait… the best part… you were at the station because your 'Daddy was teaching you a lesson'" Jess laughed.
Tristan didn't a say word, he just glared.
"I'll take that a 'Ding! Ding! Ding! Johnny, now let's see what you've won!'" Jess smiled a cocky grin. "So who are you?" Jess asked in disbelief as he continued to stare at the house that they were now parked in front of.
Tristan laughed this time, "You ever heard of DuGrey Enterprises?" Tristan looked back at Jess.
He nodded his head, of course he heard of it, who hadn't? Even the bums that hung outside his old apartment knew of DuGrey Enterprises, they practically ran the world.
"Yeah well my names Tristan."
"I think I got that earlier when you introduced yourself and said 'Tristan'" Jess still hadn't taken his eyes off the house, his new home.
"I mean my name is Tristan DuGrey." He smirked at Jess as he watched his face fall.
Jess jerked his head directly towards Tristan, Jess could have sworn he heard wrong. Tristan DuGrey was this prep school boy who lived this life of eloquent parties and rich snobby girls, not a boy who picks delinquents up in police stations. "You're joking right?"
"Afraid not" Tristan nodded at Jess and then stepped out of the car. He stood on his driveway and stretched, before turning back around to the car and looking through the back window, "you coming?" he asked Jess.
Jess slowly got out of the car still in shock that he was getting the chance to live there "yeah… yeah I'm coming" Jess got out of the car and went and stood next to Tristan who was still standing on the driveway but now staring at his house along with Jess. "I don't know if this just some crazy dream or hell" Jess mumbled to himself.
Tristan laughed and looked down at Jess, he put his arm around him and smiled, "Its hell buddy, but hey look at this way, at least we are in it together."
Jake came walking up behind them, "Hey, I'm glad to see that you two are bonding but I have to get the car home, my parents don't know I took it yet and if they knew… well you know. So anyways can you get your stuff out of the car so I can get out of here?"
Jess stepped forward towards the car to grab his things, but Tristan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "let the house service get it." He smiled.
Jess looked at Tristan, "house service? You have your own HOUSE SERVICE?"
"Get used to it, you live here now." Tristan pointed to the car where an older man was removing Jess' bag from the back seat.
Jess turned to look at the man and then back at the house, Tristan was now standing in front of the door waving Jess to come, "This is definitely hell" Jess mumbled under his breath as he made his way towards Tristan.