All of the characters in this story belong to Amy S-P and the WB. All I did
was write the story. This story takes place right after the dance marathon
episode.
Rory woke up refreshed the next morning, although she was a bit anxious. She was a very reserved person usually, and she had trouble admitting new feelings to anyone, even herself. She was, however, glad that she had finally figured out what had been making her so upset.
She got dressed in her school uniform and pulled her hair back into a severe ponytail. No-nonsense Rory. She liked hiding behind this shell that she had created for herself, especially when she was confused with her feelings. She wasn't wearing her heart on her sleeve. That was a sure-fire way of getting hurt. One last glance in the mirror, and she grabbed her book bag and walked into the kitchen.
"Mom?" she called.
"Yes darling daughter, love of my life?" Lorelai bounced into the kitchen. Rory was taken aback by this behavior until she saw the blue mug that her mother was already holding, surely filled to the brim with coffee.
"Well, I can see that you've already gotten some coffee for yourself, but can we stop by Luke's before I have to go to school?"
"Of course we can! His coffee is much better than this crap." Lorelai glanced in her cup before dumping the entire thing down the drain and then continuing her bouncing as she grabbed her purse. "Besides, today is Danish day!"
"Well then we have to go to Luke's. There's no way we could miss Danish day!" Rory hooked arms with her mother and they walked towards the front door.
"I've taught you well, young Padawan."
"Mom, are you ever planning on stopping quoting Star Wars?"
"No way! Hayden is hot!" Lorelai opened the front door and closed and locked it behind her.
Lorelai and Rory walked quickly to Luke's where they were greeted by their favorite sarcastic, grumpy diner-owner. Rory half-heard as her mother greeted Luke in her usual high-pitched tone. Luke grumbled as he left them at their table and then quickly returned with two Danishes and two cups of coffee, one each for mother and daughter. He stayed a moment to say hello to Rory before he left to serve the other customers. Rory barely noticed any of this. She was more interested in the dark-haired type who was pouring coffee for a customer at the other end of the diner.
Jess was wearing his usual scowl, but no one could protest the chemistry when he turned and saw Rory looking at him. With a half smile and a small nod, Jess continued his work. Rory watched him as he made his rounds with the pitcher of hot coffee. He was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt and cargo pants, of course with a book folded into one of his pockets. She wondered which it was. He walked towards the two girls and asked, "More coffee?"
Lorelai eagerly lifted her already half-empty cup and said, "Please sir, may I have some more?"
"Twist," Rory said under he breath, without even thinking. It was like a sign. Some couples had a song; she and Jess had a book. Wait, couples? She was already considering them a couple when she hadn't even told him how she felt? Jess caught Rory's eye and didn't break eye contact as he filled her cup and then slowly walked away. When he turned, Rory was able to catch a glimpse of the title of the book he was carrying in his pocket. It was Oliver Twist. Maybe she didn't need to tell Jess how she felt. Maybe he already knew.
Rory woke up refreshed the next morning, although she was a bit anxious. She was a very reserved person usually, and she had trouble admitting new feelings to anyone, even herself. She was, however, glad that she had finally figured out what had been making her so upset.
She got dressed in her school uniform and pulled her hair back into a severe ponytail. No-nonsense Rory. She liked hiding behind this shell that she had created for herself, especially when she was confused with her feelings. She wasn't wearing her heart on her sleeve. That was a sure-fire way of getting hurt. One last glance in the mirror, and she grabbed her book bag and walked into the kitchen.
"Mom?" she called.
"Yes darling daughter, love of my life?" Lorelai bounced into the kitchen. Rory was taken aback by this behavior until she saw the blue mug that her mother was already holding, surely filled to the brim with coffee.
"Well, I can see that you've already gotten some coffee for yourself, but can we stop by Luke's before I have to go to school?"
"Of course we can! His coffee is much better than this crap." Lorelai glanced in her cup before dumping the entire thing down the drain and then continuing her bouncing as she grabbed her purse. "Besides, today is Danish day!"
"Well then we have to go to Luke's. There's no way we could miss Danish day!" Rory hooked arms with her mother and they walked towards the front door.
"I've taught you well, young Padawan."
"Mom, are you ever planning on stopping quoting Star Wars?"
"No way! Hayden is hot!" Lorelai opened the front door and closed and locked it behind her.
Lorelai and Rory walked quickly to Luke's where they were greeted by their favorite sarcastic, grumpy diner-owner. Rory half-heard as her mother greeted Luke in her usual high-pitched tone. Luke grumbled as he left them at their table and then quickly returned with two Danishes and two cups of coffee, one each for mother and daughter. He stayed a moment to say hello to Rory before he left to serve the other customers. Rory barely noticed any of this. She was more interested in the dark-haired type who was pouring coffee for a customer at the other end of the diner.
Jess was wearing his usual scowl, but no one could protest the chemistry when he turned and saw Rory looking at him. With a half smile and a small nod, Jess continued his work. Rory watched him as he made his rounds with the pitcher of hot coffee. He was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt and cargo pants, of course with a book folded into one of his pockets. She wondered which it was. He walked towards the two girls and asked, "More coffee?"
Lorelai eagerly lifted her already half-empty cup and said, "Please sir, may I have some more?"
"Twist," Rory said under he breath, without even thinking. It was like a sign. Some couples had a song; she and Jess had a book. Wait, couples? She was already considering them a couple when she hadn't even told him how she felt? Jess caught Rory's eye and didn't break eye contact as he filled her cup and then slowly walked away. When he turned, Rory was able to catch a glimpse of the title of the book he was carrying in his pocket. It was Oliver Twist. Maybe she didn't need to tell Jess how she felt. Maybe he already knew.