Sorry guys! I've been INSANELY busy, but here's an extra long chapter. I
promise, I'll never wait this long again!
Everything that you recognize from Gilmore Girls the show belongs to Amy S- P and the WB. Everything else is mine.
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Rory's alarm clock went off.
'Ick,' she thought to herself, 'school'. Even as she forced herself out of bed at this ungodly hour, she couldn't help smiling. She and Jess were going out. She didn't have to be worried about telling him how she felt anymore, because she had, and everything was good.
Rory got up and dressed in her Chilton uniform. She put her hair in a navy stretchy headband and grabbed her bookbag. She walked into the kitchen.
"Mom?" she called, reaching for a package of Pop-Tarts.
"Good morning sweetie!" Lorelai said, as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Ooh! Pop-Tarts! I want one!" Lorelai stuck out her hand and her bottom lip simultaneously.
"Nuh-uh. I'm hungry."
"Evil… Pop-Tart hoarder!" Lorelai walked over to the cupboard to get another package of Pop-Tarts. "No! It can't be!"
"What?"
"We're out of Pop-Tarts!"
Rory heaved a big sigh and handed one of her Pop-Tarts to her mother. "Here. I'll pick some more up at Doose's. . . " Rory trailed off.
"No, I'll get some more at Doose's. It's OK. I'll head over there as soon as I get off work."
"OK, thanks. Hey, you want to stop off at Luke's before I have to go to school? This one single, solitary Pop-Tart isn't going to hold me over for the whole day. It's going to be lonely in my tummy. It needs some company."
"Well, we can't very well have a lonely Pop-Tart. It might start singing lonely songs in math class. And that would disturb the young folk of Chilton. To Luke's?" Lorelai offered her arm to Rory.
"To Luke's."
"We're off to see the diner-man. . . the wonderful diner-man Luke!" they sang, as they skipped out the door and down the street.
They had stopped skipping by the time they got to Luke's. "Table or counter?" Lorelai asked, and then noticed that Jess was behind the counter, brewing coffee. She gave a half smirk to Rory, and then walked over to the counter and sat down without even waiting for her daughter to answer her.
"Hey," Rory said, looking straight at the counter.
"Hey," Jess said, looking straight at Rory.
"Hello. Mr. Hair Gel. I need some food over here."
Jess snapped his head away from looking at Rory, and instead looked at her mother. "What can I get you?"
"I'll have some. . . Belgian waffles with powdered sugar and maple syrup, a side of bacon, and. . . a chocolate chip muffin. Rory?"
"Huh?"
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Oh, I'll have. . . scrambled eggs, extra toast, sausage, and. . . hmm. . . a glazed doughnut."
"Hungry?" Jess asked.
"Just a little," Rory replied, embarrassed.
"And don't forget the coffee!" Lorelai called, as Jess went to tell Caesar the order. Lorelai and Rory talked for a few minutes before they saw Luke walk down the stairs from the apartment.
"Morning sleeping beauty. Have a long night partying?" Lorelai teased.
"What? No. . . I've been up since 5:30. . . I just spilled some ketchup on my shirt, so I had to go change it and-"
"I think that was a joke, Luke," Rory said, cutting him off.
"Oh, yeah. . . have you ordered?"
"Yes," Lorelai responded, "but we haven't gotten our food yet. Not even our coffee! Luke, I don't think you understand how dire our need for coffee is. Why, if we don't receive our coffee-"
"Lorelai, I poured you coffee when you said 'coffee'. You ranted for no reason."
"One second Lukie-boy. . .ooh. . . Lukie-boy. . . I like that. . . I need to finish my rant."
"You know, being the coffee provider also gives me license to take the coffee away."
"Bless your soul Lukie-boy." Lorelai picked up her mug to take a sip. Luke grabbed the edge of the mug and kept it suspended between the counter and Lorelai's lips. "Luke." She corrected herself, smiling at him. He nodded at her and then allowed her to drink.
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Rory was waiting all day in school to meet Jess. Even though she had barely said a word to him that morning, she could still barely wait to see him that afternoon. In science, when Paris was her lab partner, Rory got yelled at for 15 consecutive minutes because she wasn't listening when Paris gave her the information to copy down into her lab notebook. She got called on at least three times and wasn't able to answer.
When school finally got out, she ran to board the bus back to Stars Hollow. On the way back, she had time to think. Wasn't telling Jess how she felt supposed to make it EASIER to pay attention in class? Wasn't this supposed to make it better? Oh well. She decided that it was because it was a new relationship. She was always excited to be with him. And that was a good thing.
When she got to her stop, she quickly ran off the bus and went to Luke's.
"Hey Rory, how was school?" Luke asked, as she walked in the door to the diner. "Oh, it was good. Learned some stuff. That's always helpful."
"That's good. So, what'll it be? Cheeseburger?"
"Umm. . . maybe a little later? I, uh, promised Jess I'd go over his math homework with him today. He, uh, has a quiz tomorrow."
"Oh really? He asked you to help him?" Luke asked, trying to hide how proud he felt.
"Uh, yeah, really wants to commit himself to his schoolwork, you know."
"Well, that's just great. He's upstairs."
"Thanks." Rory ran up the stairs. She felt bad about lying to Luke. She would have to make sure she told Jess what the cover story was, in case he was confronted. And maybe she would help him with his homework some time. Luke had really seemed happy that Jess was taking initiative.
Rory opened the door to the apartment. Jess was lying on his bed, listening to music and reading a book. She couldn't see what the title was. She stood in the doorway looking at him for about half a minute before he noticed, with a start, that she was standing there.
"Hey," he said, jumping up from the bed, dropping the headphones and book where he had been. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long," she replied, dropping her backpack from her shoulders and kicking it to the side.
He walked over to where Rory was standing in front of the opened apartment door. He stood right up against her and reached behind her to close the door. Once the door was closed, Rory was trapped between Jess and the door. Jess' hand was still behind her from when he had closed the door, his hand resting on the small of her back.
"Hey," he whispered.
"Hey," she said back.
Jess leaned in close and kissed her softly. Rory breathed in deeply and smelled his smell. A mix of hair gel, coffee, and aftershave. Jess slipped his other hand behind her back as well and pulled her hips in so that they met his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and they experimented with kissing each other. Jess moved one hand up to Rory's hair and began to play with the parts close to her ear. He moved his hand down her hair and onto the very tips, flipping it back and forth between his fingers.
Rory, who had previously been resting both her hands on his hips, cautiously moved one hand up to his upper back. She pulled him closer to her, and she heard him take a large breath. She moved her other hand up to his back as well, and began to explore the muscled area with her soft fingertips.
Jess moved his hand from her hair back to her shoulder and softly caressed her upper back. He then brought his hand back to her face and brushed his thumb back and forth across her cheek. He pushed her head away from his gently. She still had her mouth slightly opened and her eyes closed. Slowly, she fluttered her eyelids opened and looked at him.
Jess smiled and then said, "Let's talk."
"Talk? OK. Sure, I think we could do that. Talk away."
Jess took her hand and led her over to his bed.
"Uh, Jess?"
"Yeah?" He looked at where they were going and then looked flustered.
"No! I mean, no, I really just want to talk. The bed was just. . . there. It seemed convenient. I mean. . . if you feel uncomfortable. . ."
"No, talking is good. And a bed is as good a place as any to talk, I guess. . ."
"Ok. . ." Jess replied uncertainly. He sat down on the bed and dangled his legs over the side. Rory sat down across from him and then held onto her knees with her back to the wall.
"I just wanted to talk about us. Um. . . as far as I know, I'm your second boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah. Second. Because Dean was the first, so logically, because you came after Dean, that would make you second."
"I just want to make sure that you know that you should tell me stuff. I mean, if something makes you uncomfortable. . . I don't think you and Dean. . . "
"Went very far?" Rory tried to help. "No, we didn't."
"So, if there's anything I do that makes you uncomfortable. . . "
"I'll let you know. But just so you know. . . uncomfortable might end up being. . . okay."
Everything that you recognize from Gilmore Girls the show belongs to Amy S- P and the WB. Everything else is mine.
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Rory's alarm clock went off.
'Ick,' she thought to herself, 'school'. Even as she forced herself out of bed at this ungodly hour, she couldn't help smiling. She and Jess were going out. She didn't have to be worried about telling him how she felt anymore, because she had, and everything was good.
Rory got up and dressed in her Chilton uniform. She put her hair in a navy stretchy headband and grabbed her bookbag. She walked into the kitchen.
"Mom?" she called, reaching for a package of Pop-Tarts.
"Good morning sweetie!" Lorelai said, as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Ooh! Pop-Tarts! I want one!" Lorelai stuck out her hand and her bottom lip simultaneously.
"Nuh-uh. I'm hungry."
"Evil… Pop-Tart hoarder!" Lorelai walked over to the cupboard to get another package of Pop-Tarts. "No! It can't be!"
"What?"
"We're out of Pop-Tarts!"
Rory heaved a big sigh and handed one of her Pop-Tarts to her mother. "Here. I'll pick some more up at Doose's. . . " Rory trailed off.
"No, I'll get some more at Doose's. It's OK. I'll head over there as soon as I get off work."
"OK, thanks. Hey, you want to stop off at Luke's before I have to go to school? This one single, solitary Pop-Tart isn't going to hold me over for the whole day. It's going to be lonely in my tummy. It needs some company."
"Well, we can't very well have a lonely Pop-Tart. It might start singing lonely songs in math class. And that would disturb the young folk of Chilton. To Luke's?" Lorelai offered her arm to Rory.
"To Luke's."
"We're off to see the diner-man. . . the wonderful diner-man Luke!" they sang, as they skipped out the door and down the street.
They had stopped skipping by the time they got to Luke's. "Table or counter?" Lorelai asked, and then noticed that Jess was behind the counter, brewing coffee. She gave a half smirk to Rory, and then walked over to the counter and sat down without even waiting for her daughter to answer her.
"Hey," Rory said, looking straight at the counter.
"Hey," Jess said, looking straight at Rory.
"Hello. Mr. Hair Gel. I need some food over here."
Jess snapped his head away from looking at Rory, and instead looked at her mother. "What can I get you?"
"I'll have some. . . Belgian waffles with powdered sugar and maple syrup, a side of bacon, and. . . a chocolate chip muffin. Rory?"
"Huh?"
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Oh, I'll have. . . scrambled eggs, extra toast, sausage, and. . . hmm. . . a glazed doughnut."
"Hungry?" Jess asked.
"Just a little," Rory replied, embarrassed.
"And don't forget the coffee!" Lorelai called, as Jess went to tell Caesar the order. Lorelai and Rory talked for a few minutes before they saw Luke walk down the stairs from the apartment.
"Morning sleeping beauty. Have a long night partying?" Lorelai teased.
"What? No. . . I've been up since 5:30. . . I just spilled some ketchup on my shirt, so I had to go change it and-"
"I think that was a joke, Luke," Rory said, cutting him off.
"Oh, yeah. . . have you ordered?"
"Yes," Lorelai responded, "but we haven't gotten our food yet. Not even our coffee! Luke, I don't think you understand how dire our need for coffee is. Why, if we don't receive our coffee-"
"Lorelai, I poured you coffee when you said 'coffee'. You ranted for no reason."
"One second Lukie-boy. . .ooh. . . Lukie-boy. . . I like that. . . I need to finish my rant."
"You know, being the coffee provider also gives me license to take the coffee away."
"Bless your soul Lukie-boy." Lorelai picked up her mug to take a sip. Luke grabbed the edge of the mug and kept it suspended between the counter and Lorelai's lips. "Luke." She corrected herself, smiling at him. He nodded at her and then allowed her to drink.
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Rory was waiting all day in school to meet Jess. Even though she had barely said a word to him that morning, she could still barely wait to see him that afternoon. In science, when Paris was her lab partner, Rory got yelled at for 15 consecutive minutes because she wasn't listening when Paris gave her the information to copy down into her lab notebook. She got called on at least three times and wasn't able to answer.
When school finally got out, she ran to board the bus back to Stars Hollow. On the way back, she had time to think. Wasn't telling Jess how she felt supposed to make it EASIER to pay attention in class? Wasn't this supposed to make it better? Oh well. She decided that it was because it was a new relationship. She was always excited to be with him. And that was a good thing.
When she got to her stop, she quickly ran off the bus and went to Luke's.
"Hey Rory, how was school?" Luke asked, as she walked in the door to the diner. "Oh, it was good. Learned some stuff. That's always helpful."
"That's good. So, what'll it be? Cheeseburger?"
"Umm. . . maybe a little later? I, uh, promised Jess I'd go over his math homework with him today. He, uh, has a quiz tomorrow."
"Oh really? He asked you to help him?" Luke asked, trying to hide how proud he felt.
"Uh, yeah, really wants to commit himself to his schoolwork, you know."
"Well, that's just great. He's upstairs."
"Thanks." Rory ran up the stairs. She felt bad about lying to Luke. She would have to make sure she told Jess what the cover story was, in case he was confronted. And maybe she would help him with his homework some time. Luke had really seemed happy that Jess was taking initiative.
Rory opened the door to the apartment. Jess was lying on his bed, listening to music and reading a book. She couldn't see what the title was. She stood in the doorway looking at him for about half a minute before he noticed, with a start, that she was standing there.
"Hey," he said, jumping up from the bed, dropping the headphones and book where he had been. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long," she replied, dropping her backpack from her shoulders and kicking it to the side.
He walked over to where Rory was standing in front of the opened apartment door. He stood right up against her and reached behind her to close the door. Once the door was closed, Rory was trapped between Jess and the door. Jess' hand was still behind her from when he had closed the door, his hand resting on the small of her back.
"Hey," he whispered.
"Hey," she said back.
Jess leaned in close and kissed her softly. Rory breathed in deeply and smelled his smell. A mix of hair gel, coffee, and aftershave. Jess slipped his other hand behind her back as well and pulled her hips in so that they met his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and they experimented with kissing each other. Jess moved one hand up to Rory's hair and began to play with the parts close to her ear. He moved his hand down her hair and onto the very tips, flipping it back and forth between his fingers.
Rory, who had previously been resting both her hands on his hips, cautiously moved one hand up to his upper back. She pulled him closer to her, and she heard him take a large breath. She moved her other hand up to his back as well, and began to explore the muscled area with her soft fingertips.
Jess moved his hand from her hair back to her shoulder and softly caressed her upper back. He then brought his hand back to her face and brushed his thumb back and forth across her cheek. He pushed her head away from his gently. She still had her mouth slightly opened and her eyes closed. Slowly, she fluttered her eyelids opened and looked at him.
Jess smiled and then said, "Let's talk."
"Talk? OK. Sure, I think we could do that. Talk away."
Jess took her hand and led her over to his bed.
"Uh, Jess?"
"Yeah?" He looked at where they were going and then looked flustered.
"No! I mean, no, I really just want to talk. The bed was just. . . there. It seemed convenient. I mean. . . if you feel uncomfortable. . ."
"No, talking is good. And a bed is as good a place as any to talk, I guess. . ."
"Ok. . ." Jess replied uncertainly. He sat down on the bed and dangled his legs over the side. Rory sat down across from him and then held onto her knees with her back to the wall.
"I just wanted to talk about us. Um. . . as far as I know, I'm your second boyfriend, right?"
"Yeah. Second. Because Dean was the first, so logically, because you came after Dean, that would make you second."
"I just want to make sure that you know that you should tell me stuff. I mean, if something makes you uncomfortable. . . I don't think you and Dean. . . "
"Went very far?" Rory tried to help. "No, we didn't."
"So, if there's anything I do that makes you uncomfortable. . . "
"I'll let you know. But just so you know. . . uncomfortable might end up being. . . okay."