As soon as he saw Rory running down those stairs and then practically drag
Lorelai away from the counter, he knew something was up. And it could only
be one thing. He was halfway up the stairs before he could even process his
thoughts and he had thrown the apartment door opened.
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Lorelai couldn't say a word to Rory as they rushed home. Rory was pulling ahead like a dog straining on its leash, and Lorelai had to do a skip every few steps to keep up with her. They finally got back to the house, and Rory flung herself down on her bed.
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"What did you do?" Luke screamed, before even looking at Jess, who was on his bed, looking out the window. He turned his head to look at Luke and said simply, "I don't know."
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"What's wrong sweetie?" Lorelai asked, even though she could make a very good guess based on what Rory had said about her plans this morning.
"He didn't want me. He didn't want to."
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"What do you mean you don't know? Of course you know! She came flying out of the diner like she was on fire, and you sit here saying you don't know what's wrong?"
"She wanted me to sleep with her. And I didn't think she was ready, so I said we should wait."
"What?"
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"What?" Lorelai asked, barely able to process coherent thoughts. "He said what?"
"He said that it was too soon, but I know that's not it. He's been with other girls. In New York. People whose names he barely knew. I'm just so embarrassed." Rory put her face in her pillow, and Lorelai reached out to smooth her hair.
"Shh. . . baby, it's ok."
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"We both know she's special, Luke. You say it to me all the time. 'Don't hurt Rory, she's special.' I know she's special. I don't want to be her mistake. The first one that you wish you could take back."
Luke stared into his nephews eyes, sensing a compassion that he had never seen in him. Maybe he had underestimated Jess.
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As Lorelai stroked her daughter's back, she had conflicting thoughts. For one, she was filled with the familiar urge to rip every appendage from Jess' body. But then again, she had a new feeling. Something that she didn't care to admit to herself while her daughter was crying her eyes out on her bed. But what if. . . maybe she had underestimated Jess.
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Lorelai couldn't say a word to Rory as they rushed home. Rory was pulling ahead like a dog straining on its leash, and Lorelai had to do a skip every few steps to keep up with her. They finally got back to the house, and Rory flung herself down on her bed.
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"What did you do?" Luke screamed, before even looking at Jess, who was on his bed, looking out the window. He turned his head to look at Luke and said simply, "I don't know."
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"What's wrong sweetie?" Lorelai asked, even though she could make a very good guess based on what Rory had said about her plans this morning.
"He didn't want me. He didn't want to."
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"What do you mean you don't know? Of course you know! She came flying out of the diner like she was on fire, and you sit here saying you don't know what's wrong?"
"She wanted me to sleep with her. And I didn't think she was ready, so I said we should wait."
"What?"
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"What?" Lorelai asked, barely able to process coherent thoughts. "He said what?"
"He said that it was too soon, but I know that's not it. He's been with other girls. In New York. People whose names he barely knew. I'm just so embarrassed." Rory put her face in her pillow, and Lorelai reached out to smooth her hair.
"Shh. . . baby, it's ok."
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"We both know she's special, Luke. You say it to me all the time. 'Don't hurt Rory, she's special.' I know she's special. I don't want to be her mistake. The first one that you wish you could take back."
Luke stared into his nephews eyes, sensing a compassion that he had never seen in him. Maybe he had underestimated Jess.
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As Lorelai stroked her daughter's back, she had conflicting thoughts. For one, she was filled with the familiar urge to rip every appendage from Jess' body. But then again, she had a new feeling. Something that she didn't care to admit to herself while her daughter was crying her eyes out on her bed. But what if. . . maybe she had underestimated Jess.