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A/N: I'm not too sure about this chapter so make sure that you review and tell me if it's ok or not :) thanks!!
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Jess took in the warm summer breeze as it passed over his face, rustling through his hair. Even though it was stuck in place with gel, little strands struggled free and shook in the wind. He let his feet carry him to wherever they wanted, eventually taking him to Rory's house. He looked at the house, shaking his head. He and Rory were probably never going to speak again unless he made the effort...considering he was the one who had pissed her off. He walked up to the door and knocked, hoping Lorelai wasn't going to answer. Ever since he and Rory had started fighting, she wasn't exactly being very nice to him. No one answered so he went around to Rory's window and peeked in. She was doing homework, probably not wanting to be disturbed. He sighed and walked away, heading for the bridge.
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Rory had been trying to finish her homework, but her mind kept drifting to Jess. She hated that they were fighting. *but it was HIS fault!!!* she screamed at herself. She heaved sadly and remembered the last conversation she had had with him. She cried just thinking about it. She stood up, giving up on her homework, and headed for the bridge.
She saw him sitting there, he was laid out flat with his book above his head, blocking out the sun.. She watched him for a moment. He occasionally read, but would often put his arms down, possibly because they would get tired of hanging in the air and he would lay his head back and look at the sky. Soon enough, he fell asleep, Rory was still watching. She felt like a stalker. She chuckled a little at the thought of her being a stalker. She slowly walked over to Jess, waiting for him to at any moment sit up and scare the crap out of her. His arms were spread out about him. She stepped over him lightly and picked up the book he had been reading. She glanced at the book and then noticed something on his wrist.
She bent down and looked carefully. It looked like a scar of some sort. She bent down and studied it, occasionally glancing back at his face to make sure he was still sleeping. Finally, she carefully touched it with the tips of her fingers which jolted him awake, hitting her arm causing the book to fly into the water. "Get off of me!!" He yelled sitting up. In one swift movement, he grabbed her wrist and threw her on the ground, his hand around her neck pinning her to the bridge. Her face started turning red from lack of air and he finally saw who it was. He immediately took his hand off and helped her up. "Oh my gosh, Rory I'm sorry." She nodded, a little shaken.
"You just tried to kill me, Jess." She stated looking passed him, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Ah..it's a reflex I guess. You...ok?" He asked quietly. She nodded and quickly glanced at him before looking down at her feet. She tried to think of something to say that would make this much less awkward.
"I noticed a cut on your wrist." His head shot up and his brow furrowed. "I never noticed it before. What happened?" He was about to blow up at her and yell that it was none of her business, but he knew he couldn't do that. Not again.
"Uhh...it's nothing, just scrapped it one day." She reached forward and grabbed his arm, but he skillfully dodged her.
"Jess...what's really going on. What happened?" She had an idea of what it could have been from, and she didn't like it at all. He wouldn't try and kill himself. He's just not like that. She shook her head to shake the horrible, unbelievable thought out of her head.
"Ya know, last time I checked, we were in a fight. You hated me, you ignored me, and ya know stuff like that. So I'll just be going." She grabbed his arm as he walked by her.
"Jess, no. I want to know what happened."
"I already told you! I just scraped it one day!" She looked at him skeptically as he walked away. That was no scrape, that was a gash...and it was on his wrist. He was being so incredibly defensive about it that it made Rory wonder if her thought a few seconds ago had been correct. Maybe...just maybe.
She watched him walk home, his head hung low, his shoulders slumped and his book still in his back pocket. She had to find out. This was going to bother her until she knew what was really going on. She ran after him, and grabbed his arm.
"Ya know, we weren't finished with that conversation back there." He looked over and up and into the sky and then back down at his shoes.
"I thought you were done."
"Jess, what happened to your arm?" She demanded. "I want to know." He sighed and shook his head. "Did you try and...kill yourself?" These words had a bitter taste in her mouth.
"What?" His head shot up faster than before.
"You heard me."
"No, I didn't try and kill myself. You think I'm some kind of suicidal freakshow?" He lied. She saw a look in his eyes that told her not to go on.
"No, I'm sorry. It was a crazy thought."
"I just...got a scratch. It's nothing. Really." He tried to convince her, hoping that his ability to lie hadn't ceased since he had reached Stars Hollow. He looked sincere enough to Rory, although he was in fact far from sincere. He just flat out lied to her.
"Ok. So...are we ok?"
"That's up to you seeing as how you were the one who got pissed off in the first place."
"But I still want to know what you meant by it was -hard- to hang out with me." He looked at her.
"Oh. Well why don't we go back to Luke's and talk." She smiled and they walked quietly back to Luke's and went up to the apartment. He took off his jacket and and threw it on his bed and then sat down beside it. She stood near the door awkwardly for some reason and looked around the room. "So, you wanted to talk?" He asked, hoping she had changed her mind.
"Um, yeah. If that's ok with you." She knew it wasn't, but maybe he would talk to her.
"Sure." He nodded, awaiting her to continue. She came over and sat in one of the kitchen chairs.
"So why is it hard for you to hang out with me? I just wondered, because I always thought we were, ya know, friends....so I just..." She rambled.
"Rory." He tried to get her to stop. "It wasn't you, ok? It was me. You didn't let me finish that day. I was going to tell you that it was hard for me to hang out with you because...it scared me." She looked confused and rightly so. He really didn't plan on telling her about his past, but how else could he explain this without talking about his past? There was no other way. He ran his hand through his mass of hair and sighed. "Me and my best friend used to talk about the girls that we wanted to be with when we grew up....and we would describe them and stuff. And it scared me because one day I was looking at you and I all of a sudden realized that you resembled the girl I had described all those years ago. It was just crazy and stupid and I'm sorry...." Now he was rambling, and Rory suppressed a giggle.
"Jess...that's an interesting story. Where did you read it?" She asked.
"Excuse me?"
"That obviously didn't come out of your own head, because nothing like that could happen in real life." She explained. "So where did you read it?"
"I didn't read it anywhere. It's true!" He yelled as she shook her head. "Rory." She looked up at him. "It's true." She took in the seriousness of his voice.
"Ok." There was an awkward silence for a moment. She stared anywhere but his face and he stared anywhere but her face.
"So are we ok?" He asked timidly, finally getting the courage to speak.
"Yeah. We're good." She got up and hugged him. Jess was a little surprised by this gesture but was definitely happy about it. Just then, something seemed to have registered in her mind and she pulled away from him.
"I look like the girl you described all those years ago? Is that even possible?" He looked down, shyly. This wasn't really easy for him to talk about.
"Yeah I guess so...."
"That's so weird." She began to blush furiously, just thinking about her and Jess as a couple...this was getting to be the strangest thing she's ever thought about.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't worry to much about it...it was a long time ago." He had apparently noticed her blush and justified himself, so she wouldn't be uncomfortable around him. "A very long time ago..." She stared at him. "Let's just forget this, ok?" He pleaded. He felt uncomfortable talking about this anyway and besides it made him think of Justin and he didn't want to because it hurt too much.
"Uh ok. Hey, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later?" He nodded and watched her leave. Then he remembered something.....he lied to her about his arm..... *who's an idiot? I'm an idiot.* He wished he could have just told her the truth...but sometimes it wasn't that easy.
A/N: I'm not too sure about this chapter so make sure that you review and tell me if it's ok or not :) thanks!!
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Jess took in the warm summer breeze as it passed over his face, rustling through his hair. Even though it was stuck in place with gel, little strands struggled free and shook in the wind. He let his feet carry him to wherever they wanted, eventually taking him to Rory's house. He looked at the house, shaking his head. He and Rory were probably never going to speak again unless he made the effort...considering he was the one who had pissed her off. He walked up to the door and knocked, hoping Lorelai wasn't going to answer. Ever since he and Rory had started fighting, she wasn't exactly being very nice to him. No one answered so he went around to Rory's window and peeked in. She was doing homework, probably not wanting to be disturbed. He sighed and walked away, heading for the bridge.
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Rory had been trying to finish her homework, but her mind kept drifting to Jess. She hated that they were fighting. *but it was HIS fault!!!* she screamed at herself. She heaved sadly and remembered the last conversation she had had with him. She cried just thinking about it. She stood up, giving up on her homework, and headed for the bridge.
She saw him sitting there, he was laid out flat with his book above his head, blocking out the sun.. She watched him for a moment. He occasionally read, but would often put his arms down, possibly because they would get tired of hanging in the air and he would lay his head back and look at the sky. Soon enough, he fell asleep, Rory was still watching. She felt like a stalker. She chuckled a little at the thought of her being a stalker. She slowly walked over to Jess, waiting for him to at any moment sit up and scare the crap out of her. His arms were spread out about him. She stepped over him lightly and picked up the book he had been reading. She glanced at the book and then noticed something on his wrist.
She bent down and looked carefully. It looked like a scar of some sort. She bent down and studied it, occasionally glancing back at his face to make sure he was still sleeping. Finally, she carefully touched it with the tips of her fingers which jolted him awake, hitting her arm causing the book to fly into the water. "Get off of me!!" He yelled sitting up. In one swift movement, he grabbed her wrist and threw her on the ground, his hand around her neck pinning her to the bridge. Her face started turning red from lack of air and he finally saw who it was. He immediately took his hand off and helped her up. "Oh my gosh, Rory I'm sorry." She nodded, a little shaken.
"You just tried to kill me, Jess." She stated looking passed him, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"Ah..it's a reflex I guess. You...ok?" He asked quietly. She nodded and quickly glanced at him before looking down at her feet. She tried to think of something to say that would make this much less awkward.
"I noticed a cut on your wrist." His head shot up and his brow furrowed. "I never noticed it before. What happened?" He was about to blow up at her and yell that it was none of her business, but he knew he couldn't do that. Not again.
"Uhh...it's nothing, just scrapped it one day." She reached forward and grabbed his arm, but he skillfully dodged her.
"Jess...what's really going on. What happened?" She had an idea of what it could have been from, and she didn't like it at all. He wouldn't try and kill himself. He's just not like that. She shook her head to shake the horrible, unbelievable thought out of her head.
"Ya know, last time I checked, we were in a fight. You hated me, you ignored me, and ya know stuff like that. So I'll just be going." She grabbed his arm as he walked by her.
"Jess, no. I want to know what happened."
"I already told you! I just scraped it one day!" She looked at him skeptically as he walked away. That was no scrape, that was a gash...and it was on his wrist. He was being so incredibly defensive about it that it made Rory wonder if her thought a few seconds ago had been correct. Maybe...just maybe.
She watched him walk home, his head hung low, his shoulders slumped and his book still in his back pocket. She had to find out. This was going to bother her until she knew what was really going on. She ran after him, and grabbed his arm.
"Ya know, we weren't finished with that conversation back there." He looked over and up and into the sky and then back down at his shoes.
"I thought you were done."
"Jess, what happened to your arm?" She demanded. "I want to know." He sighed and shook his head. "Did you try and...kill yourself?" These words had a bitter taste in her mouth.
"What?" His head shot up faster than before.
"You heard me."
"No, I didn't try and kill myself. You think I'm some kind of suicidal freakshow?" He lied. She saw a look in his eyes that told her not to go on.
"No, I'm sorry. It was a crazy thought."
"I just...got a scratch. It's nothing. Really." He tried to convince her, hoping that his ability to lie hadn't ceased since he had reached Stars Hollow. He looked sincere enough to Rory, although he was in fact far from sincere. He just flat out lied to her.
"Ok. So...are we ok?"
"That's up to you seeing as how you were the one who got pissed off in the first place."
"But I still want to know what you meant by it was -hard- to hang out with me." He looked at her.
"Oh. Well why don't we go back to Luke's and talk." She smiled and they walked quietly back to Luke's and went up to the apartment. He took off his jacket and and threw it on his bed and then sat down beside it. She stood near the door awkwardly for some reason and looked around the room. "So, you wanted to talk?" He asked, hoping she had changed her mind.
"Um, yeah. If that's ok with you." She knew it wasn't, but maybe he would talk to her.
"Sure." He nodded, awaiting her to continue. She came over and sat in one of the kitchen chairs.
"So why is it hard for you to hang out with me? I just wondered, because I always thought we were, ya know, friends....so I just..." She rambled.
"Rory." He tried to get her to stop. "It wasn't you, ok? It was me. You didn't let me finish that day. I was going to tell you that it was hard for me to hang out with you because...it scared me." She looked confused and rightly so. He really didn't plan on telling her about his past, but how else could he explain this without talking about his past? There was no other way. He ran his hand through his mass of hair and sighed. "Me and my best friend used to talk about the girls that we wanted to be with when we grew up....and we would describe them and stuff. And it scared me because one day I was looking at you and I all of a sudden realized that you resembled the girl I had described all those years ago. It was just crazy and stupid and I'm sorry...." Now he was rambling, and Rory suppressed a giggle.
"Jess...that's an interesting story. Where did you read it?" She asked.
"Excuse me?"
"That obviously didn't come out of your own head, because nothing like that could happen in real life." She explained. "So where did you read it?"
"I didn't read it anywhere. It's true!" He yelled as she shook her head. "Rory." She looked up at him. "It's true." She took in the seriousness of his voice.
"Ok." There was an awkward silence for a moment. She stared anywhere but his face and he stared anywhere but her face.
"So are we ok?" He asked timidly, finally getting the courage to speak.
"Yeah. We're good." She got up and hugged him. Jess was a little surprised by this gesture but was definitely happy about it. Just then, something seemed to have registered in her mind and she pulled away from him.
"I look like the girl you described all those years ago? Is that even possible?" He looked down, shyly. This wasn't really easy for him to talk about.
"Yeah I guess so...."
"That's so weird." She began to blush furiously, just thinking about her and Jess as a couple...this was getting to be the strangest thing she's ever thought about.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't worry to much about it...it was a long time ago." He had apparently noticed her blush and justified himself, so she wouldn't be uncomfortable around him. "A very long time ago..." She stared at him. "Let's just forget this, ok?" He pleaded. He felt uncomfortable talking about this anyway and besides it made him think of Justin and he didn't want to because it hurt too much.
"Uh ok. Hey, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later?" He nodded and watched her leave. Then he remembered something.....he lied to her about his arm..... *who's an idiot? I'm an idiot.* He wished he could have just told her the truth...but sometimes it wasn't that easy.