Sorrysorrysorry PLEASE don't hurt me. I know this took forever. I'm trying
to make up for it now...
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At seven o'clock in the morning on June 18th, Rory put her backpack on her back, grabbed another bag in her hand, and let herself out of the house. She had already gone up to her mother's room and kissed her goodbye. Lorelai had mumbled something about light and hamsters and gone back to sleep.
Rory closed the door behind her and turned around, smiling as she saw Jess sitting on the hood of his car, waiting for her. She walked over to the car and he took her bags to put in the trunk. She handed him one of the bags but threw her backpack in the front seat. "My books," she said. Jess nodded, smiling.
"Morning," he said, kissing her softly.
"Ugh," she responded.
"Coffee?" Jess asked, magically making a steaming hot to-go cup appear. Rory reached out for it, grinning, but Jess pulled it out of her reach. Rory pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Meanie," she said, scowling at him.
"You have to pay for this, just like all the other customers," Jess said with a slight smirk.
"Oh yeah?" she said.
"Yeah," he responded, leaning down towards her. Rory looked up at him and kissed him, and as they kissed Jess lowered his hand until the hot cup came to rest in Rory's hands. He pulled back and opened the door for her, and she got into the car, simultaneously drinking from the cup.
Jess closed the door and walked around the back of the car. Rory was suddenly reminded of a scene from A Bronx Tale, and she leaned over to pull up the button to unlock the door on Jess' side. When he came around to his door, he saw her do it and smiled. He got into the car and put the keys in the ignition.
"So I'm C?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling.
"Well then I guess you're worth keeping," he said. She laughed and pretended to swat at him, but he just smiled and then turned in his seat so that he could back out of the driveway.
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After a little while, Rory started rummaging through her backpack. She had finished her coffee a while back, and the caffeine was making her jumpy. She pulled out a copy of "The Great Gatsby" and began to read from where she had left off.
"Read it out loud," Jess said. Rory looked up and saw that he was still watching the road.
"I"m in the middle," she said.
"That's OK. I don't mind."
Rory paused a moment, and then she complied, "She laughed again, as if she had said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one else in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mumer that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmer was only to make people lean towards her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)" Rory was silent for a moment.
"What?" Jess said.
"Is that you?"
"Nick?"
"No, Daisy. Is that why you're so quiet? It's not so that people won't come in, is it? It's not to lock people out, it's to make them come closer."
Jess was silent for a moment. Then he spoke. "It's to keep people out," he said.
Rory looked down at her hands, embarassed at how presumptuous she had been, but then Jess spoke again.
"It's to keep some people out, so that there's room for the people who I want to come closer," he finished in a soft voice.
Rory looked at him and then she slowly reached out for the hand that he had rested on the partition between the two of them. She laced her fingers through his. His hand was large and square and looked hard, but she found that his palm was actually very soft.
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The drive to New York didn't take a terribly long time. About two hours, and then they were in Manhattan. As they got closer and closer to Jess' apartment, both Rory and Jess got silent, and Rory began to squirm in her seat.
"Do you, um, want to get dinner before we go to the apartment?" Jess asked. Rory could sense that the answer he wanted was the same as the one she wanted to give.
"Sure," she said.
"Great. I know a place."
Jess drove down the streets until he found a parking spot and then the two of them got out. They walked into a small Spanish restaurant, Rosita's. There were two Columbian men sitting at the counter, but Jess came up behind Rory, taking her by the waist, and he steered her to a small table by the window.
"Did you come here a lot?" Rory asked, "When you lived here I mean?"
"A bit," Jess said, looking at the menu.
The two placed their orders and then looked out the window. "Columbia is right up there," Jess said.
"University?" Rory said, suddenly interested.
"Yeah. When I was younger, in junior high and high school, I used to come up here and pretend I went there. I was planning on it, but then. . . well. . . things got out of hand. . ." he trailed off and began to examine his fingernails in great depth.
"You could still go there," Rory said, "You could transfer for your sophomore year."
"Naw. I wanna be with you," he said.
"I want to be with you too," she said, somewhat uncertainly. Not because she didn't know she wanted to be with Jess, but because she felt as if this topic were still unfinished. She didn't want to pry though, but she wanted to let Jess know that. . . that what? Would she transfer if he wanted to? Would she come to Columbia with him? Would she move even farther away from Lorelai to be with Jess? She looked at him.
Yes. If he really wanted to, she decided, she would transfer with him. She wanted to be with him. This was the real thing, she could feel it.
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At seven o'clock in the morning on June 18th, Rory put her backpack on her back, grabbed another bag in her hand, and let herself out of the house. She had already gone up to her mother's room and kissed her goodbye. Lorelai had mumbled something about light and hamsters and gone back to sleep.
Rory closed the door behind her and turned around, smiling as she saw Jess sitting on the hood of his car, waiting for her. She walked over to the car and he took her bags to put in the trunk. She handed him one of the bags but threw her backpack in the front seat. "My books," she said. Jess nodded, smiling.
"Morning," he said, kissing her softly.
"Ugh," she responded.
"Coffee?" Jess asked, magically making a steaming hot to-go cup appear. Rory reached out for it, grinning, but Jess pulled it out of her reach. Rory pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Meanie," she said, scowling at him.
"You have to pay for this, just like all the other customers," Jess said with a slight smirk.
"Oh yeah?" she said.
"Yeah," he responded, leaning down towards her. Rory looked up at him and kissed him, and as they kissed Jess lowered his hand until the hot cup came to rest in Rory's hands. He pulled back and opened the door for her, and she got into the car, simultaneously drinking from the cup.
Jess closed the door and walked around the back of the car. Rory was suddenly reminded of a scene from A Bronx Tale, and she leaned over to pull up the button to unlock the door on Jess' side. When he came around to his door, he saw her do it and smiled. He got into the car and put the keys in the ignition.
"So I'm C?"
"Yeah," she said, smiling.
"Well then I guess you're worth keeping," he said. She laughed and pretended to swat at him, but he just smiled and then turned in his seat so that he could back out of the driveway.
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After a little while, Rory started rummaging through her backpack. She had finished her coffee a while back, and the caffeine was making her jumpy. She pulled out a copy of "The Great Gatsby" and began to read from where she had left off.
"Read it out loud," Jess said. Rory looked up and saw that he was still watching the road.
"I"m in the middle," she said.
"That's OK. I don't mind."
Rory paused a moment, and then she complied, "She laughed again, as if she had said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one else in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mumer that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmer was only to make people lean towards her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)" Rory was silent for a moment.
"What?" Jess said.
"Is that you?"
"Nick?"
"No, Daisy. Is that why you're so quiet? It's not so that people won't come in, is it? It's not to lock people out, it's to make them come closer."
Jess was silent for a moment. Then he spoke. "It's to keep people out," he said.
Rory looked down at her hands, embarassed at how presumptuous she had been, but then Jess spoke again.
"It's to keep some people out, so that there's room for the people who I want to come closer," he finished in a soft voice.
Rory looked at him and then she slowly reached out for the hand that he had rested on the partition between the two of them. She laced her fingers through his. His hand was large and square and looked hard, but she found that his palm was actually very soft.
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The drive to New York didn't take a terribly long time. About two hours, and then they were in Manhattan. As they got closer and closer to Jess' apartment, both Rory and Jess got silent, and Rory began to squirm in her seat.
"Do you, um, want to get dinner before we go to the apartment?" Jess asked. Rory could sense that the answer he wanted was the same as the one she wanted to give.
"Sure," she said.
"Great. I know a place."
Jess drove down the streets until he found a parking spot and then the two of them got out. They walked into a small Spanish restaurant, Rosita's. There were two Columbian men sitting at the counter, but Jess came up behind Rory, taking her by the waist, and he steered her to a small table by the window.
"Did you come here a lot?" Rory asked, "When you lived here I mean?"
"A bit," Jess said, looking at the menu.
The two placed their orders and then looked out the window. "Columbia is right up there," Jess said.
"University?" Rory said, suddenly interested.
"Yeah. When I was younger, in junior high and high school, I used to come up here and pretend I went there. I was planning on it, but then. . . well. . . things got out of hand. . ." he trailed off and began to examine his fingernails in great depth.
"You could still go there," Rory said, "You could transfer for your sophomore year."
"Naw. I wanna be with you," he said.
"I want to be with you too," she said, somewhat uncertainly. Not because she didn't know she wanted to be with Jess, but because she felt as if this topic were still unfinished. She didn't want to pry though, but she wanted to let Jess know that. . . that what? Would she transfer if he wanted to? Would she come to Columbia with him? Would she move even farther away from Lorelai to be with Jess? She looked at him.
Yes. If he really wanted to, she decided, she would transfer with him. She wanted to be with him. This was the real thing, she could feel it.