Have You Seen My Keys?
A/N: I didn't receive as many reviews for the last chapter, so I'm thinking I might wrap it up soon. I'd hate to be boring you guys half to death! R &R and let me know. And if there's anything you wanna see before I end it let me know. Oh and I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do this, but if you're a true GG Fanfic Fan then you HAVE to read "The Orange Soda Will Get You Every Time" by Lipton Lee! It is a true example of a great story! Of course I'm probably just a late bloomer and y'all have probably read it!!
Disclaimer: Thanks Amy!
Why is it, that whenever you need something, you can't find it, and then it pops up in the most obvious place when they're no longer needed? He'd checked everywhere. The junk bowl on the counter, the coffee table, the pockets of every item of pocketed clothing he owned, the laundry basket, hell, he'd even checked the fridge and microwave.
"Have you seen my keys?" Jess asked Jemima, who was still sitting at the dining table, where she'd been sitting when he left for work, but ended up running into Rory.
"Aren't you like an hour late for work? She asked him in reply.
"Yep. My keys?" He asked again.
"So what? You're just not gonna go today? We talked about this Jess. To live, we need money and to get money we have to work." She told him as if he were in kindergarten.
"Ah jeez! I called Joe and told him I was sick! He's not gonna miss the guy who files books for one day. Again, my keys?" He was getting sick of the interrogation.
"Okay, so if you're not going to work, why do you need your keys?" She asked already knowing the answer. "You're going to see her aren't you?" Again, not needing an answer she continued. "I heard her yelling at you. Don't go to her. You're marrying me, remember?" Jemima pleaded with him to gain some sense.
"Whatever, I gotta go." He shrugged off his fiancé, like he'd shrugged off Rory all those years ago.
"NO! Not whatever! You can't just walk out like that without an explanation! I'm your fiancé Jess! Not some cheap whore, you can brush off whenever Ronnie decides to surface again!"
"Rory. Her name is Rory." He told her calmly.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT HER NAME IS!" Jemima had resorted to yelling as a desperate last attempt to shock Jess back to reality. Calming herself slightly she continued. "Maybe you should go to her. And she can break your heart once again. And then you can come home and hope I'll still be here to pick up the pieces. But I won't. If you go, that's it. I won't be here to run back to. If you choose her over me now, it'll be the last and only time you do it. I won't forgive you for that Jess. So choose. Right here and right now." She handed the ultimatum to him on a silver platter and hoped for the best.
Without a word, Jess discovered his keys on top of the fridge. He turned and walked out the door, leaving a broken hearted Jemima behind.
There was no way he was getting off that easily. If he wanted to go, she wasn't gonna try and stop him, but she deserved a goodbye at the very least. She knew Jess well enough to know that if he could help it, he wouldn't say a word. He'd slip out silently like coward and run away from his mistakes. Well not this time. She wanted closure and she was damn well going to get it. With that thought in mind, she mustered up her last shreds of dignity and stormed out the door after him, hoping to catch him before the elevator swallowed him whole. "JESS!"
Why did he always get involved with the talkers? There had to be an explanation and "closure" for everything. Why couldn't chicks just let things be? Why did they need to make life just that tiny bit harder? However, she didn't deserve to be ignored, so he turned slowly on his heel to face her.
"You're a coward Jess Mariano and you'll always be a coward. But as true as that is, I deserve a goodbye. You owe me that much!"
The doors to the elevator slid open. "Goodbye." And with that he stepped into the elevator and out of her life.
On the short trip to the ground floor, he'd momentarily considered going back. Jemima really did love him and she was a cool chick. It just happened that as much as Jess wanted to move on and forget about Rory, he couldn't. And if he cared about Jemima at all, he couldn't let her marry someone that didn't love her back. There was someone out there for her, that someone just wasn't him. So when the doors slid open, he stepped out without hesitating and made for his car.
"Where do you wanna be in life?" His uncle had asked him. "About two miles south of wherever you are!" Jess had retorted snidely. It's ironic how the one place he hated, the town that didn't care for him much either was the one place he was trying to get back to. It possessed memories and feelings and people that he wasn't too fond of going back to, but however much he didn't want to go back, it was the only place he'd find her. The only place he was sure he could convince her to forgive him.