Rating: PG-13, this one actually deserves that rating, although it will not
go too far. (You'll see what I mean, just read it).
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU!
Summary: What If Jess couldn't go to California, what if there was something holding him back? (Literati) NEW EXCITING CHAPTER WITH SURPRISE ENDING!
Author's Note: Hey guys. This is where one of the many surprises that I have thought up comes into play. It is very exciting and I think that you will all see what I mean. I had a difficult time writing this chapter, but I really hope that you enjoy it. I really like the title of this chapter more than the actual writing, but you will have to tell me what you think, ok? Thank you all so much, and please review. -Carie
Dedication: This is for everyone who gave me a review longer than one word (you know who you are) for chapter 7. All of your reviews were so inspiring and thoughtful, although no one's really gave me any ideas for the next chapter, which you are about to read. I really need help with ideas for next chapter so please review your ideas to me, and the next chapter will be out faster than it would have been. I love you all! - Carie
Chapter 8: The Clash Goes Bang
"Damn it," Jess said to himself, lying on his back, on top of his flannel comforter. He played over the words in his head over and over. He couldn't believe that he had just poured out his soul in front of the whole town. He did not mean to hurt her. He didn't even really know he had, since he hadn't stayed to see her reaction. But he assumed that since she was one of those sensitive types, she was hurt. He knew that he had hurt her before anyway, but the way she just told the whole town about her feelings instead of telling him directly was just too much. He had no idea what to do to make things better. She had no reason to be mad at him anymore. He had told her everything that she wanted to know. It was her turn to come to him. No it wasn't, what was he thinking? It was his turn. That would show her how much he loved her. Incase she hadn't got the message yet. He decided that he would go over to her house and talk to her. Maybe pull one of those Romeo and Juliet tapping on the window things. Yeah, that's what he'd do.
Jess rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. He'd go over to the Gilmore's around eight, he figured that that would give her enough time to register everything. He rolled back over to the other side and picked Oliver Twist up off of the floor. It reminded him of her. He traced the letters of the cover over and over again. He decided to read it for what seemed like the thousandth time. As his eyes glazed over the words, he drifted off to sleep. After a little while, he woke up and glanced at the clock again. It was seven fifty. He pulled a pair of jeans over the gray boxers he had been wearing with his black The Clash T- shirt. He decided to keep the T-shirt on, and ran down the stairs.
"Were are you going?" Luke asked.
"I'm just going for a walk, is that so wrong?"
"No, just don't pick up and leave again."
Jess just glared at him and headed out the door.
"Just be careful with her!" Luke called after him, but Jess didn't hear.
Jess turned the corner and walked down the street. It was a typical night in Star's Hollow. Everyone had already seemed to clean up the gazebo from the festival, and nobody was out and about the town. A few lights in buildings we on, but most businesses were practically empty. It was a beautiful night, the sky was a bright navy blue, and the stars twinkled brightly.
When he finally reached the Gilmore residence he slowed down to look around. Only the light in Rory's room was on, so he figured that Lorelai was out, which was a good thing. Lorelai didn't like him, and she didn't like Rory's "innocence" being jeopardized, which she thought Jess would do. He figured that no matter what happened tonight, it would be better if Lorelai was as far away as possible.
He crept over to the window and knocked on it lightly. He saw Rory climb out of her bed and squint out the window, trying to see who had woken her up. Her eyes were red and blotchy, making her look as though she had been crying. She walked over, dressed in her pink matching two piece pajamas. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
Rory opened the window, and immediately said, "Oh my gosh, Jess. What are you doing here? If you're here to tell me that you're leaving again, please don't leave me again. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to publicly humiliate you. I promise, I was just angry. And confused. And surprised. I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry. I don't blame you if you never forgive me. I don't expect you too. I mean..."
She was interrupted by Jess's lips upon her own. Jess pulled himself through the window, never losing contact with Rory. Jess smiled at how uncomfortable they both were. Rory shut the window behind him, and let him lead her to her bed. They continued like this for a while, but were interrupted by Rory.
"Jess, wait," she said as she pushed back on his chest, causing him to break away.
"What's wrong?" he said, moving in to kiss her again.
"Jess, you're not mad at me? I screwed up so much, why are you not avoiding me? Or screaming at me? Or leaving again?"
"Rory, I could never stay mad at you," he said, folding his hands in his lap and looked down at them, then again up at Rory. He continued, "Yeah, today I was really frustrated with you, but I could never stay mad at you. All the things I said today were true. I love you. I have always loved you, and the thing about saying goodbye, yeah, that's true too. I would never purposefully hurt you. I couldn't do it if I tried. And yes, I have had an incredibly hard life thus far, and it has caused me to do some really stupid shit. But believe me, I'm not mad at you. I can't be."
There was an awkward silence.
"And still you don't say anything" Jess grumbled, kind of annoyed that Rory had no response to him pouring his heart out.
"I just don't understand, how you aren't hating me. I was such an idiot. I mean, I wish there was something that I could do to make it up to you."
"Rory, I don't care what the stupid town thinks. You think that I actually care what Taylor Doose, Miss Patty, and Babette think?" he asked, laughing, but serious at the same time, " All I care is that you love me, even half as much as I love you."
"But..."
"Shhhhhhh."
And with that, Jess kissed Rory like that one June day at Suki and Jackson's wedding. She pulled him down on top of her and he brushed a lock of hair out of her face. They kissed like that for a while. Jess broke away and pushed up on his arms, looking down at Rory. He had never seen her look so beautiful. He thought back on the conversation that they had just had. He had been so out of character. Who would have thought that Jess Mariano could be romantic and sappy? Oh, god. He smirked at the thought of it.
"What?" Rory giggled.
"Nothing." And then he kissed her again. She opened her lips allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. He ran his fingers through her silky chestnut hair, and down her back. She tilted her head back in order for him to lay warm kisses upon her porcelain-like neck.
"By the way," Rory said, "I do."
"Huh?"
"I do love you do," she beamed.
"Oh, I hoped you would."
They continued where they had left off, and soon, the situation began to look a lot like the one from Kyle's party. But this time, Rory didn't stop it. Jess had never been so nervous in his life. What was he supposed to do? Just go for it? He did have all of the necessary "equipment" with him, but was he really going to do it? He felt like one of those cartoon characters with the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. He had thought about this moment countless times lying in his bed. He wanted this so badly. He kissed her passionately, and she smiled against his lips. Yeah, they both wanted this. And it was the perfect time, the perfect moment. He wanted this to be perfect. This was the first time he would do something like this with someone he actually cared about.
Suddenly, Rory started to take control. She flipped him on his back and started undoing his belt. She lay soft, tender kisses all up and down his neck. Jess tried to ignore the guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach, and pulled up her light pink, lacy tank top. He kissed her collarbones and rubbed her back with his strong, callused hands. He kissed her lips hard and started whispering her name. She inched his The Clash T-shirt over his smooth abdomen, over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Jess could almost hear a bang as he watched it hit the floor. She kissed his stomach in quick, hungry spurts. Jess couldn't believe what she was doing. Rory, the innocent little virgin was trying to get in his pants. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. She started to pull off his jeans, and then pulled her pink polka-dotted pajama bottoms off of her hips and let them fall to the floor alongside Jess's T-shirt. Now he was lying against the bed board of his girlfriend/ex-girlfriend's bed, which was pressed up against a wall covered in Yale memorabilia, in nothing but his boxers. And there she was, crawling towards him in her bra and underwear. She put her hands on his chest and straddled him. He put his hands on her waist and she bent over and kissed him. A deep, longing kiss. She then slipped her fingers inside the elastic of his boxers. She pulled on it, and slid her fingers along the edges of it. Jess broke away.
"Stop," Jess whispered. Rory continued, either ignoring him, or just not hearing. He repeated, "Rory, stop it."
"What do you mean?" Rory asked, as she pulled her fingers out of Jess's boxers. She was even more shocked than Jess had been when she started.
"We...we can't...I can't do this," Jess said. He grabbed his clothes and threw them back on. And then started to climb back out the window.
"But, Jess," Rory said on the verge of tears, "I thought... you said that... that... you told me that... you loved me."
"I do love you, Rory."
"Then why can't we do this?" She sobbed.
"I just can't, right now, okay. You'll understand later. I just... I just... can't." Then he climbed out the window and shut it, leaving Rory to cry herself to sleep.
*Don't worry Jess is not gone. Or leaving. You'll see why. I have something planned, but I don't think it is very good, not unlike the writing of this chapter (which I believe was terribly awful). So please if you have any reasons, PLEASE SHARE THEM WITH ME SO THAT I CAN WRITE THEM! Or just review, telling me how much you hated, or possibly didn't hate this chapter. Remember that this will definitely BE A LIT! And even if you hated this, at least tell me you like that title, which was probably better than the chapter. - Carie
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU!
Summary: What If Jess couldn't go to California, what if there was something holding him back? (Literati) NEW EXCITING CHAPTER WITH SURPRISE ENDING!
Author's Note: Hey guys. This is where one of the many surprises that I have thought up comes into play. It is very exciting and I think that you will all see what I mean. I had a difficult time writing this chapter, but I really hope that you enjoy it. I really like the title of this chapter more than the actual writing, but you will have to tell me what you think, ok? Thank you all so much, and please review. -Carie
Dedication: This is for everyone who gave me a review longer than one word (you know who you are) for chapter 7. All of your reviews were so inspiring and thoughtful, although no one's really gave me any ideas for the next chapter, which you are about to read. I really need help with ideas for next chapter so please review your ideas to me, and the next chapter will be out faster than it would have been. I love you all! - Carie
Chapter 8: The Clash Goes Bang
"Damn it," Jess said to himself, lying on his back, on top of his flannel comforter. He played over the words in his head over and over. He couldn't believe that he had just poured out his soul in front of the whole town. He did not mean to hurt her. He didn't even really know he had, since he hadn't stayed to see her reaction. But he assumed that since she was one of those sensitive types, she was hurt. He knew that he had hurt her before anyway, but the way she just told the whole town about her feelings instead of telling him directly was just too much. He had no idea what to do to make things better. She had no reason to be mad at him anymore. He had told her everything that she wanted to know. It was her turn to come to him. No it wasn't, what was he thinking? It was his turn. That would show her how much he loved her. Incase she hadn't got the message yet. He decided that he would go over to her house and talk to her. Maybe pull one of those Romeo and Juliet tapping on the window things. Yeah, that's what he'd do.
Jess rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. He'd go over to the Gilmore's around eight, he figured that that would give her enough time to register everything. He rolled back over to the other side and picked Oliver Twist up off of the floor. It reminded him of her. He traced the letters of the cover over and over again. He decided to read it for what seemed like the thousandth time. As his eyes glazed over the words, he drifted off to sleep. After a little while, he woke up and glanced at the clock again. It was seven fifty. He pulled a pair of jeans over the gray boxers he had been wearing with his black The Clash T- shirt. He decided to keep the T-shirt on, and ran down the stairs.
"Were are you going?" Luke asked.
"I'm just going for a walk, is that so wrong?"
"No, just don't pick up and leave again."
Jess just glared at him and headed out the door.
"Just be careful with her!" Luke called after him, but Jess didn't hear.
Jess turned the corner and walked down the street. It was a typical night in Star's Hollow. Everyone had already seemed to clean up the gazebo from the festival, and nobody was out and about the town. A few lights in buildings we on, but most businesses were practically empty. It was a beautiful night, the sky was a bright navy blue, and the stars twinkled brightly.
When he finally reached the Gilmore residence he slowed down to look around. Only the light in Rory's room was on, so he figured that Lorelai was out, which was a good thing. Lorelai didn't like him, and she didn't like Rory's "innocence" being jeopardized, which she thought Jess would do. He figured that no matter what happened tonight, it would be better if Lorelai was as far away as possible.
He crept over to the window and knocked on it lightly. He saw Rory climb out of her bed and squint out the window, trying to see who had woken her up. Her eyes were red and blotchy, making her look as though she had been crying. She walked over, dressed in her pink matching two piece pajamas. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
Rory opened the window, and immediately said, "Oh my gosh, Jess. What are you doing here? If you're here to tell me that you're leaving again, please don't leave me again. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to publicly humiliate you. I promise, I was just angry. And confused. And surprised. I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry. I don't blame you if you never forgive me. I don't expect you too. I mean..."
She was interrupted by Jess's lips upon her own. Jess pulled himself through the window, never losing contact with Rory. Jess smiled at how uncomfortable they both were. Rory shut the window behind him, and let him lead her to her bed. They continued like this for a while, but were interrupted by Rory.
"Jess, wait," she said as she pushed back on his chest, causing him to break away.
"What's wrong?" he said, moving in to kiss her again.
"Jess, you're not mad at me? I screwed up so much, why are you not avoiding me? Or screaming at me? Or leaving again?"
"Rory, I could never stay mad at you," he said, folding his hands in his lap and looked down at them, then again up at Rory. He continued, "Yeah, today I was really frustrated with you, but I could never stay mad at you. All the things I said today were true. I love you. I have always loved you, and the thing about saying goodbye, yeah, that's true too. I would never purposefully hurt you. I couldn't do it if I tried. And yes, I have had an incredibly hard life thus far, and it has caused me to do some really stupid shit. But believe me, I'm not mad at you. I can't be."
There was an awkward silence.
"And still you don't say anything" Jess grumbled, kind of annoyed that Rory had no response to him pouring his heart out.
"I just don't understand, how you aren't hating me. I was such an idiot. I mean, I wish there was something that I could do to make it up to you."
"Rory, I don't care what the stupid town thinks. You think that I actually care what Taylor Doose, Miss Patty, and Babette think?" he asked, laughing, but serious at the same time, " All I care is that you love me, even half as much as I love you."
"But..."
"Shhhhhhh."
And with that, Jess kissed Rory like that one June day at Suki and Jackson's wedding. She pulled him down on top of her and he brushed a lock of hair out of her face. They kissed like that for a while. Jess broke away and pushed up on his arms, looking down at Rory. He had never seen her look so beautiful. He thought back on the conversation that they had just had. He had been so out of character. Who would have thought that Jess Mariano could be romantic and sappy? Oh, god. He smirked at the thought of it.
"What?" Rory giggled.
"Nothing." And then he kissed her again. She opened her lips allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. He ran his fingers through her silky chestnut hair, and down her back. She tilted her head back in order for him to lay warm kisses upon her porcelain-like neck.
"By the way," Rory said, "I do."
"Huh?"
"I do love you do," she beamed.
"Oh, I hoped you would."
They continued where they had left off, and soon, the situation began to look a lot like the one from Kyle's party. But this time, Rory didn't stop it. Jess had never been so nervous in his life. What was he supposed to do? Just go for it? He did have all of the necessary "equipment" with him, but was he really going to do it? He felt like one of those cartoon characters with the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other. He had thought about this moment countless times lying in his bed. He wanted this so badly. He kissed her passionately, and she smiled against his lips. Yeah, they both wanted this. And it was the perfect time, the perfect moment. He wanted this to be perfect. This was the first time he would do something like this with someone he actually cared about.
Suddenly, Rory started to take control. She flipped him on his back and started undoing his belt. She lay soft, tender kisses all up and down his neck. Jess tried to ignore the guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach, and pulled up her light pink, lacy tank top. He kissed her collarbones and rubbed her back with his strong, callused hands. He kissed her lips hard and started whispering her name. She inched his The Clash T-shirt over his smooth abdomen, over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Jess could almost hear a bang as he watched it hit the floor. She kissed his stomach in quick, hungry spurts. Jess couldn't believe what she was doing. Rory, the innocent little virgin was trying to get in his pants. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. She started to pull off his jeans, and then pulled her pink polka-dotted pajama bottoms off of her hips and let them fall to the floor alongside Jess's T-shirt. Now he was lying against the bed board of his girlfriend/ex-girlfriend's bed, which was pressed up against a wall covered in Yale memorabilia, in nothing but his boxers. And there she was, crawling towards him in her bra and underwear. She put her hands on his chest and straddled him. He put his hands on her waist and she bent over and kissed him. A deep, longing kiss. She then slipped her fingers inside the elastic of his boxers. She pulled on it, and slid her fingers along the edges of it. Jess broke away.
"Stop," Jess whispered. Rory continued, either ignoring him, or just not hearing. He repeated, "Rory, stop it."
"What do you mean?" Rory asked, as she pulled her fingers out of Jess's boxers. She was even more shocked than Jess had been when she started.
"We...we can't...I can't do this," Jess said. He grabbed his clothes and threw them back on. And then started to climb back out the window.
"But, Jess," Rory said on the verge of tears, "I thought... you said that... that... you told me that... you loved me."
"I do love you, Rory."
"Then why can't we do this?" She sobbed.
"I just can't, right now, okay. You'll understand later. I just... I just... can't." Then he climbed out the window and shut it, leaving Rory to cry herself to sleep.
*Don't worry Jess is not gone. Or leaving. You'll see why. I have something planned, but I don't think it is very good, not unlike the writing of this chapter (which I believe was terribly awful). So please if you have any reasons, PLEASE SHARE THEM WITH ME SO THAT I CAN WRITE THEM! Or just review, telling me how much you hated, or possibly didn't hate this chapter. Remember that this will definitely BE A LIT! And even if you hated this, at least tell me you like that title, which was probably better than the chapter. - Carie