Rating: I'm keeping PG for various reasons
Disclaimer: How could I even pretend that I own it? I DO NOT!
Summary: What if Jess hadn't been able to go to California, what if there was something holding him back. (Literati)
Author's note: Thanks to all of my reviewers. I love you all from the very deepest part of my heart. This chapter will bring in a new perspective... Lorelai's. Jess and Rory will switch off perspectives soon, but I felt that this chapter could be refreshing. Plus, I love to watch you squirm for Literati action. Also, this chapter will be a bit lighter than the other's, but the drama will DEFINITELY return. But you'll love what's coming and please keep reviewing. Until Next time, :D Carie
Chapter 3: Rice Milk?
Lorelai inhaled another whiff of delicious Luke's coffee steam. She had been counting down the minutes until Luke's would open so that she could wrap her hands around a cobalt blue mug of steaming goodness. She had dragged Rory out of bed for it, which, as all mothers know, is only acceptable for an emergency, or for coffee, which in Lorelai's mind, was a type of emergency. She slowly sipped the pungent liquid and then looked up see her daughter picking at a plate of buttermilk pancakes, which had usually been scoffed down by now. She new something was bothering Rory, and she figured it must have been caused by the same dark haired, hoodlum from New York that had showed up at her graduation the day before. Lorelai had been just as shocked as Rory looked, but kept her mouth shut. She knew that this was one of those times when she would have to resist the temptation of butting in to make things better. This was between Rory and Jess. But what was he doing here? He just showed up again, out of the blue disrupting her whole graduation. That was so like him. Not caring about anyone except for himself. But if he only cared about himself, why would he have come back for Rory? He had always puzzled Lorelai. She knew that he wasn't the sort of boy that most mothers would allow their daughters to date. He was the time of boy who would be roaming around ally ways and sleeping with women twice his age. But something about the way he made her daughter feel was enough for Lorelai to allow it. She had never seen Rory as happy as she was when she was with Jess. Then again, she had never seen Rory as distressed or angry over anyone as much as Jess. See, there she was, confusing herself again.
Luckily, Lorelai's confusion was interrupted by a loud, "Jess get your ass downstairs," from Luke.
"Hold your horses," was followed by a series of loud footprints and Jess swinging the curtain open.
"What the hell have you been doing, don't expect just to come back here and get a free ride. We've been open for an hour already!"
"Okay, sorry," replied Jess followed by a long, exaggerated eye roll.
Lorelai saw him glance at Rory. Something about the way he did it made her think that he wasn't going to play her or break her heart again. Maybe he was for real this time. But this was Jess, she thought. How could he change so quickly? He was the same boy who had cut school, drawn chalk out lines, destroyed snowmen and broken up her daughter's relationship with the town good boy, just to name just a few things. She knew that she couldn't fully trust him. At least not until he did something to really prove himself worthy.
Lorelai looked over at Jess, who was sponging off tables. Every once in a while she'd catch him sneaking a glance at Rory. Every other time Rory was looking at him. There was so much sexual tension between them. Lorelai easily noticed that. Even from the moment she first saw him, the tension in the air grew thick enough to cut with a very, very dull knife. Maybe even a spatula. They had had so much history together, and Rory had so many reasons that she should have dumped him. But she didn't. Lorelai couldn't understand that yet. She had once been a teenager, and she had taken initiative in not marrying that boy who had dramatically altered her life. Why couldn't Rory do the same thing? What did she see in him? To Lorelai, Jess just seemed like an adolescent boy who was only concerned about himself. There were no layers. There was no depth. So she thought anyway.
The bell above the door rang as some tourists that were passing though Star's Hollow filtered into the diner. She watched Jess take their orders. He gave a woman a look of utter disbelief when she asked for rice milk in her non-fat, light foam, latte.
"I don't know what the hell rice milk is, but even if I did, I don't know how to make a latte with any foam for that matter, all I can do is pour you some coffee and give you some milk, from a cow, to put in it. You can choose between nonfat, 1%, 2% or whole milk, or you can even have it black for heaven's sake. But unless you want to make me drive all the way to some classy, cosmopolitan, market to get you your precious rice milk, those are your choices."
"Black is fine, thank you," was all the women could answer, still shocked by Jess's frustration.
Lorelai could tell that Jess wasn't only upset because of the women's request for rice milk. Although Lorelai herself had always wondered who would drink milk made of rice, she knew that Jess was stressed out because of Rory. In the words of Ricky Ricardo, he had a lot of "splianin' to do". He could tell Jess wasn't used to explaining himself. He need time to think about what to tell Rory.
Jess delivered the customer's orders, and then told Luke that he was gong to take a break. He pushed open the door, but then paused half way through. Rory told Lorelai that she was going to too, because she wanted to do some reading. She picked up her things and silently walked over to the door that Jess had been holding open. Jess closed the door once they had both gone through. The both of them walked out the door and turned left. She knew that they were going to the same place. But she didn't care this time.
"Lukeykins," Lorelai called.
Luke responded with a grunt.
"You know that they are going to the same place, don't you?
Again, Luke responded with a mere grunt.
I know this one was slow, but Rory and Jess are going to talk next chapter. It's not quite what you think though, so don't assume that it will be boring. Also please review, because it shows me that the story isn't worthless crap. And if you have any ideas for things that could happen I am very happy to accept them. Luv ya, Carie
Disclaimer: How could I even pretend that I own it? I DO NOT!
Summary: What if Jess hadn't been able to go to California, what if there was something holding him back. (Literati)
Author's note: Thanks to all of my reviewers. I love you all from the very deepest part of my heart. This chapter will bring in a new perspective... Lorelai's. Jess and Rory will switch off perspectives soon, but I felt that this chapter could be refreshing. Plus, I love to watch you squirm for Literati action. Also, this chapter will be a bit lighter than the other's, but the drama will DEFINITELY return. But you'll love what's coming and please keep reviewing. Until Next time, :D Carie
Chapter 3: Rice Milk?
Lorelai inhaled another whiff of delicious Luke's coffee steam. She had been counting down the minutes until Luke's would open so that she could wrap her hands around a cobalt blue mug of steaming goodness. She had dragged Rory out of bed for it, which, as all mothers know, is only acceptable for an emergency, or for coffee, which in Lorelai's mind, was a type of emergency. She slowly sipped the pungent liquid and then looked up see her daughter picking at a plate of buttermilk pancakes, which had usually been scoffed down by now. She new something was bothering Rory, and she figured it must have been caused by the same dark haired, hoodlum from New York that had showed up at her graduation the day before. Lorelai had been just as shocked as Rory looked, but kept her mouth shut. She knew that this was one of those times when she would have to resist the temptation of butting in to make things better. This was between Rory and Jess. But what was he doing here? He just showed up again, out of the blue disrupting her whole graduation. That was so like him. Not caring about anyone except for himself. But if he only cared about himself, why would he have come back for Rory? He had always puzzled Lorelai. She knew that he wasn't the sort of boy that most mothers would allow their daughters to date. He was the time of boy who would be roaming around ally ways and sleeping with women twice his age. But something about the way he made her daughter feel was enough for Lorelai to allow it. She had never seen Rory as happy as she was when she was with Jess. Then again, she had never seen Rory as distressed or angry over anyone as much as Jess. See, there she was, confusing herself again.
Luckily, Lorelai's confusion was interrupted by a loud, "Jess get your ass downstairs," from Luke.
"Hold your horses," was followed by a series of loud footprints and Jess swinging the curtain open.
"What the hell have you been doing, don't expect just to come back here and get a free ride. We've been open for an hour already!"
"Okay, sorry," replied Jess followed by a long, exaggerated eye roll.
Lorelai saw him glance at Rory. Something about the way he did it made her think that he wasn't going to play her or break her heart again. Maybe he was for real this time. But this was Jess, she thought. How could he change so quickly? He was the same boy who had cut school, drawn chalk out lines, destroyed snowmen and broken up her daughter's relationship with the town good boy, just to name just a few things. She knew that she couldn't fully trust him. At least not until he did something to really prove himself worthy.
Lorelai looked over at Jess, who was sponging off tables. Every once in a while she'd catch him sneaking a glance at Rory. Every other time Rory was looking at him. There was so much sexual tension between them. Lorelai easily noticed that. Even from the moment she first saw him, the tension in the air grew thick enough to cut with a very, very dull knife. Maybe even a spatula. They had had so much history together, and Rory had so many reasons that she should have dumped him. But she didn't. Lorelai couldn't understand that yet. She had once been a teenager, and she had taken initiative in not marrying that boy who had dramatically altered her life. Why couldn't Rory do the same thing? What did she see in him? To Lorelai, Jess just seemed like an adolescent boy who was only concerned about himself. There were no layers. There was no depth. So she thought anyway.
The bell above the door rang as some tourists that were passing though Star's Hollow filtered into the diner. She watched Jess take their orders. He gave a woman a look of utter disbelief when she asked for rice milk in her non-fat, light foam, latte.
"I don't know what the hell rice milk is, but even if I did, I don't know how to make a latte with any foam for that matter, all I can do is pour you some coffee and give you some milk, from a cow, to put in it. You can choose between nonfat, 1%, 2% or whole milk, or you can even have it black for heaven's sake. But unless you want to make me drive all the way to some classy, cosmopolitan, market to get you your precious rice milk, those are your choices."
"Black is fine, thank you," was all the women could answer, still shocked by Jess's frustration.
Lorelai could tell that Jess wasn't only upset because of the women's request for rice milk. Although Lorelai herself had always wondered who would drink milk made of rice, she knew that Jess was stressed out because of Rory. In the words of Ricky Ricardo, he had a lot of "splianin' to do". He could tell Jess wasn't used to explaining himself. He need time to think about what to tell Rory.
Jess delivered the customer's orders, and then told Luke that he was gong to take a break. He pushed open the door, but then paused half way through. Rory told Lorelai that she was going to too, because she wanted to do some reading. She picked up her things and silently walked over to the door that Jess had been holding open. Jess closed the door once they had both gone through. The both of them walked out the door and turned left. She knew that they were going to the same place. But she didn't care this time.
"Lukeykins," Lorelai called.
Luke responded with a grunt.
"You know that they are going to the same place, don't you?
Again, Luke responded with a mere grunt.
I know this one was slow, but Rory and Jess are going to talk next chapter. It's not quite what you think though, so don't assume that it will be boring. Also please review, because it shows me that the story isn't worthless crap. And if you have any ideas for things that could happen I am very happy to accept them. Luv ya, Carie