Rating: PG, I changed the rating because there might be a bit of language
or stuff like that.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, anything, just the words, not anything else, until you see something that you don't recognize.
Summary: What if Jess hadn't been able to go to California, what if there was something holding him back. (Literati)
Authors Note: OMG thank you so much to my first reviewers, miarae, coffeechick87, and smile1. You guys are the absolute best in the entire universe. I forgot that many of my readers don't live in the United States, so I am truly sorry if there is anything that you haven't seen before. This is my version, starting from the finale of Season 3 and continuing on. Also, if my chapters don't come right away I am very sorry, but I am very busy. I love you all and please review. Thanks so much!
Chapter 2: The Confrontation
"Hey," breathed Jess in order to break the heavy silence.
"You're back!" cried Rory, obviously shocked to see her boyfriend, whom she had thought abandoned her.
"I guess so," was all Jess could answer.
There was so much tension and so many things that Rory didn't know yet. The air in the courtyard seemed foggy, although it was a warm spring day, and they both lost all recollection of where they were. Jess didn't know exactly how to explain what had been, and still was, going through his mind, but he knew that it would take a while. He knew that he loved Rory, there were no doubts about that, but he had never been a touchy, sensitive, "Read me, I'm an open book" kind of person. In the past he had needed to keep up his "tough guy" façade, because he had never been in a situation where he felt completely comfortable. He certainly hadn't been safe with his mother, who had severe drug and alcohol issues, and Luke seemed too nice and carefree to open up to. He hadn't ever needed to, because he had never cared for somebody as much as Rory.
Jess could feel about one thousand eyes on him, but it didn't matter. Rory stood in front of him, mouth and eyes wide open not making a sound. What was he supposed to say? "I missed ya babe, and decided not to leave." How could someone wrap as many things as he wanted to say into one response? Especially in front of Chilton's graduating class of 2003, plus all of their families. He needed to tell her about his past, about why he left, about why he came back and definitely about how he got so fucked up. He needed to take her somewhere where they could be alone. Where he would be able to take off all the bandages concealing all that he had been hiding. He wanted to pour his soul out to her. No, he needed to.
"Jess?" whispered Rory, tearing him out of his deep thought process.
"Huh?"
"What are you doing here?"
He heard the crowd whispering. They were probably wondering the same thing, and who he was for that matter. But how the hell was she supposed to tell her? Just the day before he had been on a bus to California, but then he just got off and caught the next bus back to Star's Hollow. He couldn't just tell her. He needed to find the right words. He needed to wait, and let them marinate inside his head before they came out. He couldn't believe his inner monologue had just said marinate in that context, but it was really what he needed to do. He needed to make them just convincing enough for Rory. After all, she probably was mad at him. He couldn't take her to prom, he lied to her, and he left without saying goodbye. again. He had never been good at apologizing, because he never really needed to. But now he did, and he didn't know how. He wanted to reach out and grab her hand and take her away with him. They could go to the bridge and talk. It was the perfect place. It was their place. But he couldn't just sweep the valedictorian away from her graduation. He had already fucked everything up.
So instead he said, "Um, can I talk to you later?" and looked up at all of the frustrated faces, "alone."
"Um, sure, I guess," answered Rory. "At the bridge?"
"Yeah, sure I'll be there,"
He loved that Rory and he always were thinking the same thing. They had a special connection. Like, not to sound to mushy or anything, soul mates, They understood each other. Even sometimes on a deeper level than her and her mother. Jess slowly turned around. He took a few steps towards his car, stopping to give all of the stuck up Chiltonites one of his famous smirks. He kept walking and got back into his beat up, beige, car that he had bought with his pay from working at Wal-Mart. He would have to explain that one to Rory as well. He slid his key into the ignition, and looked up, only to see poor Rory's head practically being bitten of by a fuming Paris. He took the car out of park and slowly pushed down on the gas. He was leaving, but he definitely wasn't going far.
I know that nothing big happened in this chapter, but there will be something big coming up and I already know what it is. : D The next chapter will switch back and forth between Jess and Rory's perspectives, but in future chapters I hope to have some other people be observing, and telling the story. I love you all, but it would make me want to keep writing so much more if you would please review and tell me what you think, or how to improve, because I know I need that. Ttfn!
Disclaimer: I don't own it, anything, just the words, not anything else, until you see something that you don't recognize.
Summary: What if Jess hadn't been able to go to California, what if there was something holding him back. (Literati)
Authors Note: OMG thank you so much to my first reviewers, miarae, coffeechick87, and smile1. You guys are the absolute best in the entire universe. I forgot that many of my readers don't live in the United States, so I am truly sorry if there is anything that you haven't seen before. This is my version, starting from the finale of Season 3 and continuing on. Also, if my chapters don't come right away I am very sorry, but I am very busy. I love you all and please review. Thanks so much!
Chapter 2: The Confrontation
"Hey," breathed Jess in order to break the heavy silence.
"You're back!" cried Rory, obviously shocked to see her boyfriend, whom she had thought abandoned her.
"I guess so," was all Jess could answer.
There was so much tension and so many things that Rory didn't know yet. The air in the courtyard seemed foggy, although it was a warm spring day, and they both lost all recollection of where they were. Jess didn't know exactly how to explain what had been, and still was, going through his mind, but he knew that it would take a while. He knew that he loved Rory, there were no doubts about that, but he had never been a touchy, sensitive, "Read me, I'm an open book" kind of person. In the past he had needed to keep up his "tough guy" façade, because he had never been in a situation where he felt completely comfortable. He certainly hadn't been safe with his mother, who had severe drug and alcohol issues, and Luke seemed too nice and carefree to open up to. He hadn't ever needed to, because he had never cared for somebody as much as Rory.
Jess could feel about one thousand eyes on him, but it didn't matter. Rory stood in front of him, mouth and eyes wide open not making a sound. What was he supposed to say? "I missed ya babe, and decided not to leave." How could someone wrap as many things as he wanted to say into one response? Especially in front of Chilton's graduating class of 2003, plus all of their families. He needed to tell her about his past, about why he left, about why he came back and definitely about how he got so fucked up. He needed to take her somewhere where they could be alone. Where he would be able to take off all the bandages concealing all that he had been hiding. He wanted to pour his soul out to her. No, he needed to.
"Jess?" whispered Rory, tearing him out of his deep thought process.
"Huh?"
"What are you doing here?"
He heard the crowd whispering. They were probably wondering the same thing, and who he was for that matter. But how the hell was she supposed to tell her? Just the day before he had been on a bus to California, but then he just got off and caught the next bus back to Star's Hollow. He couldn't just tell her. He needed to find the right words. He needed to wait, and let them marinate inside his head before they came out. He couldn't believe his inner monologue had just said marinate in that context, but it was really what he needed to do. He needed to make them just convincing enough for Rory. After all, she probably was mad at him. He couldn't take her to prom, he lied to her, and he left without saying goodbye. again. He had never been good at apologizing, because he never really needed to. But now he did, and he didn't know how. He wanted to reach out and grab her hand and take her away with him. They could go to the bridge and talk. It was the perfect place. It was their place. But he couldn't just sweep the valedictorian away from her graduation. He had already fucked everything up.
So instead he said, "Um, can I talk to you later?" and looked up at all of the frustrated faces, "alone."
"Um, sure, I guess," answered Rory. "At the bridge?"
"Yeah, sure I'll be there,"
He loved that Rory and he always were thinking the same thing. They had a special connection. Like, not to sound to mushy or anything, soul mates, They understood each other. Even sometimes on a deeper level than her and her mother. Jess slowly turned around. He took a few steps towards his car, stopping to give all of the stuck up Chiltonites one of his famous smirks. He kept walking and got back into his beat up, beige, car that he had bought with his pay from working at Wal-Mart. He would have to explain that one to Rory as well. He slid his key into the ignition, and looked up, only to see poor Rory's head practically being bitten of by a fuming Paris. He took the car out of park and slowly pushed down on the gas. He was leaving, but he definitely wasn't going far.
I know that nothing big happened in this chapter, but there will be something big coming up and I already know what it is. : D The next chapter will switch back and forth between Jess and Rory's perspectives, but in future chapters I hope to have some other people be observing, and telling the story. I love you all, but it would make me want to keep writing so much more if you would please review and tell me what you think, or how to improve, because I know I need that. Ttfn!