A/N: So here is chapter 2! Have fun reading and don't forget to review!
Also...if you haven't: read my other story (Getting Experienced) and review
that one too!
A/N: oh yeah...Jess is probably behaving OOC too...but I figured that if he had been raised in a small town he wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble. He's certainly not mister perfect, but he isn't the troubled guy he is on the show.
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**Jess's POV**
I'm not perfect. I know that. But people in this town seem to think I am. I'm kinda like their prince. Whenever I do something stupid they just laugh and smile and say "That's typically Jess"
I tried out how far I could go without people changing their opinion about me. I smoked...I drank alcohol until I passed out...I even stole a gnome out of Taylors backyard...but still people smiled, shrugged and said "That's typically Jess."
I am so sick and tired of people thinking I'm perfect. I don't want to be perfect! I want to be able to screw up big time, and I want people to lose their perfect image about me. I want them to let me go...it feels like they own me, and force me to lead their perfect life.
I've got the perfect girlfriend and together we're the perfect couple. Everything in my life is so damn perfect it makes me want to vomit. Her name is Laurie and she's everything a good guy could hope for. She's sweet, innocent, faithful.
To me she's boring and narrowminded. I want a girl who challenges me to become someone else. I want someone who can make me feel so good and so bad at the same time. I want passion. I want lust. I don't want to hold hands with Laurie and have people go "awww" when we kiss. I want a girl I can fuck in the middle of the street and shock people with.
But how the hell am I supposed to find someone like that in Stars Hollow? Stars Hollow is so fucking perfect I want to run around screaming and get away as far as possible. But, being Stars Hollow's prince, I can't. I'm stuck with people watching me and expecting me to be perfect. So I only rebel in my mind.
I'm so scared I will be stuck here for the rest of my life. To end up like my mother. When she was young, she was the town princess too. And she wanted out, just like me. She dreamed of going places, seeing things...New York...Paris...the Big Ben. You know. Travel. But then she met my dad...he knocked her up and left right after. People in Stars Hollow took care of her, taking away her only chance to escape.
I feel like I'm a fly caught in a spiders web. The harder I struggle the more difficult it gets to escape. So I gave up struggling a long time ago. There isn't anybody who's going to save me anyway.
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**Rory's POV**
I first saw him when I was looking for a coffeeplace. He was holding hands with some blonde girl I could only describe as perfect. She was wearing this weird uniform (which later I found out was the Chilton schooluniform) and no hair was out of place on her head. I resisted the urge to mess up her too perfect look and just kept walking. I knew people were staring at me. I was wearing black leather pants that fitted perfectly, and a blue tanktop. I had let my hair loose and a small leather jacket was tied around my waist. I could feel someone was checking me out and turned around to face him.
And there he was. I had to admit he was really hot. Dark hair, muscled body, baggy jeans. Definitely my kinda guy. Then my eye fell on the girl he was holding hands with. She looked at me with a hint of jealousy and anger in her eyes. She didn't like the way I was checking out her guy. I smiled to myself. This was gonna be fun...after I destroyed Ms Perfects life they were sure to send me back to New York with the first bus.
I winked at him and kept walking, still looking for some place where I could get a decent coffee. Geeezz...this town was really crappy. They didn't even have a Starbucks or McDonalds...hello?! We're living in the 21st century here...every village has a McDonalds! But nope...not this one.
My eye fell on a little diner and I sighed. I could only hope the coffee there wasn't gonna kill me. I walked in and sat at the counter. Immediately a flannel clad man with a baseballcap walked over to me.
"Can I help you?"
I checked him out. Nah...not like thát. He was way too old to be checked out like that. His voice was nice though. But I didn't like the way he looked at me. Like I was a fly sitting on his muffins...
"Can I get two coffee's?"
"Two?" The man looked around to see who the second cup was for.
"Yes...two" I spoke slowly, like I doubted his mental capacities.
He grunted something and poured coffee in two big cups. I took a sip before paying him. Hey...this stuff wasn't so bad. Actually...it was one of the best coffee's I had tasted in a long while. I payed, leaving him a big tip. I had rich grandparents now.
"What's your name?" He suddenly blurted out.
I cocked my eyebrows in my most arrogant manner and looked at him. Who did he think he was...asking me that?
"Who's asking?" I replied coolly.
"Luke Danes" He took my hand and shook it. I resisted the urge to wipe my hand after shaking his and just took another sip from my coffee.
"Rory. Rory Gilmore"
He looked surprised. Almost as if he knew me.
"Daughter of Lorelai Gilmore?"
I nodded. "You know my mother?"
He smiled and poured me another cup of coffee.
"She used to come in here every day...getting two coffee's just like you. How is she? Where is she?"
"New York" I replied, taking the third cup of coffee and emptying it in one sip.
He clearly didn't know why I was sent here and I sighed inwardly with relief. I suppose my mom didn't tell them because she wanted me to have a fresh start here, but this was perfect. This town was in for hell...they wouldn't know what struck them until it was too late. Anything to get back to New York.
"Hey uncle Luke" Suddenly that cute guy walked into the diner. He went behind the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee before turning to his uncle.
"I'm sorry I'm late" He apologized.
The flannel guy smiled.
"It's okay Jess."
So...his name was Jess. And Luke was his uncle. As Jess started serving plates to customers I could see the way he moved. Too bad he was such a goody-goody. If he could be corrupted he could be a lot of fun. I'd love to get my hands on that body.
I put down my emptied cup of coffee and hopped of the bar stool. As I was about to leave I walked over to Jess.
"Hi...I'm Rory. By the way...nice ass"
With a wink I walked out, leaving him speechless.
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Immediately after I ringed the doorbell the door opened.
"Jezus...you scared the fuck out of me"
I looked in the face of an old woman, obviously not the maid, because she was way too overdressed for that.
Before she could say anything I walked into the house.
"God...this place is huge!"
I dropped my bags in front of her feet and wandered through the house. She was following me around, trying to say something but I kept cutting her short with stupid comments.
"Rory Gilmore!"
Something in the way she said that made me turn around and listen to her.
"I will not tolerate that language in this house. And the way you're dressed is disgusting. I will tell our chauffeur we'll be going to get decent clothes for you this afternoon."
I grinned devilish.
"What's wrong with these clothes grandma? I like them..."
My hand carressed my breast in the tight tanktop as I said it. I really wanted to shock her, make her send me back. She looked disgusted but didn't reply. Instead she led me into a room which only had a single bed, a chair and a closet in it.
"This will be your room. I expect you to be downstairs in half an hour."
With that she left. And I was alone once again.
A/N: oh yeah...Jess is probably behaving OOC too...but I figured that if he had been raised in a small town he wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble. He's certainly not mister perfect, but he isn't the troubled guy he is on the show.
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**Jess's POV**
I'm not perfect. I know that. But people in this town seem to think I am. I'm kinda like their prince. Whenever I do something stupid they just laugh and smile and say "That's typically Jess"
I tried out how far I could go without people changing their opinion about me. I smoked...I drank alcohol until I passed out...I even stole a gnome out of Taylors backyard...but still people smiled, shrugged and said "That's typically Jess."
I am so sick and tired of people thinking I'm perfect. I don't want to be perfect! I want to be able to screw up big time, and I want people to lose their perfect image about me. I want them to let me go...it feels like they own me, and force me to lead their perfect life.
I've got the perfect girlfriend and together we're the perfect couple. Everything in my life is so damn perfect it makes me want to vomit. Her name is Laurie and she's everything a good guy could hope for. She's sweet, innocent, faithful.
To me she's boring and narrowminded. I want a girl who challenges me to become someone else. I want someone who can make me feel so good and so bad at the same time. I want passion. I want lust. I don't want to hold hands with Laurie and have people go "awww" when we kiss. I want a girl I can fuck in the middle of the street and shock people with.
But how the hell am I supposed to find someone like that in Stars Hollow? Stars Hollow is so fucking perfect I want to run around screaming and get away as far as possible. But, being Stars Hollow's prince, I can't. I'm stuck with people watching me and expecting me to be perfect. So I only rebel in my mind.
I'm so scared I will be stuck here for the rest of my life. To end up like my mother. When she was young, she was the town princess too. And she wanted out, just like me. She dreamed of going places, seeing things...New York...Paris...the Big Ben. You know. Travel. But then she met my dad...he knocked her up and left right after. People in Stars Hollow took care of her, taking away her only chance to escape.
I feel like I'm a fly caught in a spiders web. The harder I struggle the more difficult it gets to escape. So I gave up struggling a long time ago. There isn't anybody who's going to save me anyway.
~~
**Rory's POV**
I first saw him when I was looking for a coffeeplace. He was holding hands with some blonde girl I could only describe as perfect. She was wearing this weird uniform (which later I found out was the Chilton schooluniform) and no hair was out of place on her head. I resisted the urge to mess up her too perfect look and just kept walking. I knew people were staring at me. I was wearing black leather pants that fitted perfectly, and a blue tanktop. I had let my hair loose and a small leather jacket was tied around my waist. I could feel someone was checking me out and turned around to face him.
And there he was. I had to admit he was really hot. Dark hair, muscled body, baggy jeans. Definitely my kinda guy. Then my eye fell on the girl he was holding hands with. She looked at me with a hint of jealousy and anger in her eyes. She didn't like the way I was checking out her guy. I smiled to myself. This was gonna be fun...after I destroyed Ms Perfects life they were sure to send me back to New York with the first bus.
I winked at him and kept walking, still looking for some place where I could get a decent coffee. Geeezz...this town was really crappy. They didn't even have a Starbucks or McDonalds...hello?! We're living in the 21st century here...every village has a McDonalds! But nope...not this one.
My eye fell on a little diner and I sighed. I could only hope the coffee there wasn't gonna kill me. I walked in and sat at the counter. Immediately a flannel clad man with a baseballcap walked over to me.
"Can I help you?"
I checked him out. Nah...not like thát. He was way too old to be checked out like that. His voice was nice though. But I didn't like the way he looked at me. Like I was a fly sitting on his muffins...
"Can I get two coffee's?"
"Two?" The man looked around to see who the second cup was for.
"Yes...two" I spoke slowly, like I doubted his mental capacities.
He grunted something and poured coffee in two big cups. I took a sip before paying him. Hey...this stuff wasn't so bad. Actually...it was one of the best coffee's I had tasted in a long while. I payed, leaving him a big tip. I had rich grandparents now.
"What's your name?" He suddenly blurted out.
I cocked my eyebrows in my most arrogant manner and looked at him. Who did he think he was...asking me that?
"Who's asking?" I replied coolly.
"Luke Danes" He took my hand and shook it. I resisted the urge to wipe my hand after shaking his and just took another sip from my coffee.
"Rory. Rory Gilmore"
He looked surprised. Almost as if he knew me.
"Daughter of Lorelai Gilmore?"
I nodded. "You know my mother?"
He smiled and poured me another cup of coffee.
"She used to come in here every day...getting two coffee's just like you. How is she? Where is she?"
"New York" I replied, taking the third cup of coffee and emptying it in one sip.
He clearly didn't know why I was sent here and I sighed inwardly with relief. I suppose my mom didn't tell them because she wanted me to have a fresh start here, but this was perfect. This town was in for hell...they wouldn't know what struck them until it was too late. Anything to get back to New York.
"Hey uncle Luke" Suddenly that cute guy walked into the diner. He went behind the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee before turning to his uncle.
"I'm sorry I'm late" He apologized.
The flannel guy smiled.
"It's okay Jess."
So...his name was Jess. And Luke was his uncle. As Jess started serving plates to customers I could see the way he moved. Too bad he was such a goody-goody. If he could be corrupted he could be a lot of fun. I'd love to get my hands on that body.
I put down my emptied cup of coffee and hopped of the bar stool. As I was about to leave I walked over to Jess.
"Hi...I'm Rory. By the way...nice ass"
With a wink I walked out, leaving him speechless.
~~
Immediately after I ringed the doorbell the door opened.
"Jezus...you scared the fuck out of me"
I looked in the face of an old woman, obviously not the maid, because she was way too overdressed for that.
Before she could say anything I walked into the house.
"God...this place is huge!"
I dropped my bags in front of her feet and wandered through the house. She was following me around, trying to say something but I kept cutting her short with stupid comments.
"Rory Gilmore!"
Something in the way she said that made me turn around and listen to her.
"I will not tolerate that language in this house. And the way you're dressed is disgusting. I will tell our chauffeur we'll be going to get decent clothes for you this afternoon."
I grinned devilish.
"What's wrong with these clothes grandma? I like them..."
My hand carressed my breast in the tight tanktop as I said it. I really wanted to shock her, make her send me back. She looked disgusted but didn't reply. Instead she led me into a room which only had a single bed, a chair and a closet in it.
"This will be your room. I expect you to be downstairs in half an hour."
With that she left. And I was alone once again.