Title – Barriers and Brick Walls
Chapter Four
Disclaimer – I don't own Gilmore Girls. Gilmore Girls belongs to Amy Sherman Palladino and Warner Brothers. I don't own Sony either, although that would be really cool. And, no, I don't own Juliana Theory.
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A/N#1 Hey! Not much to say, just thanks to all who have reviewed and keep it up.
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"Rory!" James exclaimed as he walked into Chilton on Friday afternoon.
"Hey, James." Rory said as she pulled him into a kiss.
They made out for about a minute before they were rudely interrupted.
"Get a room you two," Paris exclaimed, exasperated.
"Paris, just because you can't pick up, doesn't mean you have to take your frustration out on me." Rory retaliated, ready for a fight
"I can get a guy Gilmore." Paris eyed Rory evilly.
"Yeah, and I'm an angel who reads books for fun." Rory snubbed and walked away, leading James by the hand.
"You used to be." Paris sighed under her breath, just loud enough for Rory to hear.
Rory bit her lip, contemplating whether to turn around again, but decided against it. After all, Paris was right.
But what Paris didn't know didn't know was that underneath everything, Rory was still that angel.
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Rory pulled up outside of her Grandparents' house and walked in.
"Hello Miss Rory. How was your day?" The butler asked.
"Shit." Rory said as she walked past him, dropping her coat and other stuff on the floor.
Rory was just about to go upstairs when the butler interrupted.
"Miss Rory, you have mail." He said and held out a parcel for her.
Rory ignored him but took the package and stomped upstairs.
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Once inside, Rory locked the door.
Who could she be getting mail from?
Opening the package neatly so that the wrapping was still intact, Rory pulled out a bag of…
'Coffee!' Rory jumped for joy.
But on closer inspection, Rory realised that this was not just coffee, but it was…
'Luke's coffee! But Luke would never give me his special coffee blend, would he? I mean, this must be a mistake.'
Then Rory found a letter enclosed with the package.
~Dear Rory,
Hi. How are you? I'm fine, I guess. It seems so lonely in the diner now that Jess, you and your Mom aren't here anymore. Feel free to visit anytime; you know that, don't you? Well, I wasn't sure how you were doing, so I thought I'd send you some coffee. It really helps cheer you up if you're sad.
I'd better post this and then get back to the diner, because Caesar isn't going to be here today.
Call if you need anything.
From, Luke ~
'How did he know I was sad?' Rory wondered, amazed at Luke's intuition.
Just then a courier pulled up outside the house.
A short while later, a tentative knock came upon Rory's bedroom door.
"Who is it?" Rory asked.
"It's Leila, Miss Rory." Leila the maid said.
"What is it?" Rory asked. Yesterday, this conversation would have had a nasty tone to it, but this afternoon, Rory wasn't in the mood for rebellion.
"A package has just arrived for you. Shall I leave it outside the door?" Leila asked.
"Yes, Leila. Thank you." Rory said.
"You're welcome Miss Rory." Leila's footsteps were heard padding down the stairs.
Rory opened the door.
There was a box shaped parcel lying at her feet.
Dragging the box inside, Rory sat on her bed and opened it.
She pulled the first object out of the box.
A photo album.
Flipping through the pages, the photos were of Rory. Rory and Luke, Rory and Jess, Rory and Miss Patty, Rory and her Mom.
But in these photos, Rory was angel Rory.
Her clothes weren't slutty and she didn't care what anyone else thought of her.
This was the old Rory.
The Rory with a real smile on her face.
The Rory who wasn't a true Chiltonite.
The Rory who allowed people to see the real her.
Blinking back tears, Rory pulled the next object out of the box.
It was a leather bound journal.
Opening it hesitantly, Rory immediately recognised Jess' handwriting.
~Rory,
Why are you doing this to yourself?
You know that's not the real you,
The real you is hiding.
The real you is gentle, kind, and caring.
Not harsh, mean, and cruel.
People liked the real you,
Now people only see your attitude and popularity,
Which by the way is fake.
I know it isn't easy,
Losing someone that you love.
But the way you're dealing with it is not right.
Believe me, I know.
You're making the same mistakes that I made,
In New York when my dad died.
My mom's answer was to ship me off to my Luke,
So that he could deal with the problem.
Being in Stars Hollow made me realise,
Just what it means to have your bearings.
Now that you're not in Stars Hollow anymore,
It's even more important that you learn to be yourself.
My mom fixed things by shifting the problem off to someone else.
Your grandparents' aren't the type to do that.
Being so superficial will make your life a living hell.
But if you stay true to yourself then the pain will be eased and eventually cease.
You won't love your Mom any less, but you'll be able to get on with your life.
I love you like a sister Rory, and I hate to see you hurting.
Luke's worried sick about you too – he's sending you his special coffee blend.
So drink up, and be yourself.
Love Jess ~
Rory was in tears as she read what Jess had to say.
She could tell that it was written from the heart and that he truly cared.
Sifting through the other items in the box, there was an assortment of her favourite books and other memorabilia of her old life.
And then she found a small black box that she didn't recognise at all.
Opening it, she found a Sony minidisc player.
It already had a disk in it.
Putting the headphones on her ears, Rory curled up on her bed and pressed play.
Will there ever be time enough?
Or are we just too naive?
I haven't just given up.
Oh God, I still believe.
Is patience still waiting?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Is patience still waiting?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Are you laughing at us today?
And is this just one big game?
Now cash me in while you can.
We never were the same.
Is patience still waiting?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Is patience still waiting?
Will I wait on my knees too?
Come on .Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Will you ever have all you want?
And are we just next in line?
Don't throw out your one good chance.
You only have this time.
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Do you like it? I know what Jess wrote seems a little out of character, but he's worried about Rory and he channels his true feelings out through his writing. Next up, Rory's dreams. This story has taken an unexpected turn, so the climax is postponed a few chapters, k? Cya! And remember to review please.