Those Quirky Gilmores Chapter Two: Penny for his thoughts.
Ok hey again, here for a chapter two, there's a lot of Rory and Jess together in this one, I love them two together just FYI. It's amazing how much a couple of cups of coffee and blasting music into your ears helps you concentrate on writing, well, for me at least. Ok, here we go.
-Sitting on a bench in town.-
"How can you even compare Ginsberg to Hemingway?" Rory asked Jess. She loved discussing books with him, he was one of the few who deeply understood and appreciated books as much as she did.
"Because Hemingway only wrote about how much pain and suffering there is, he was a fisherman, Ginsberg wrote about how life really is." Jess explained.
"Yeah, but not all life is like that, there's so much good in life too, he should have included some of that too, and there is a lot of pain and suffering in real life." Rory argued.
"And totally contradict everything else in the poem? What would be the point? He wrote "HOWL" to say something, to express his attitude towards life, his own personal Hell. But he did talk about love in "Song." Jess explained.
"Yeah, he talks about how much of a burden it is." Rory contradicted.
"Well, it's not all cake and ice cream." Jess spoke from personal experience.
"He must have not had very many friends." Rory said sadly.
"What about Carl Solomon?" Jess suggested.
"You think they were friends?" she asked him.
"Nobody's perfect- that's what I think he's saying. He accepts him and his faults. They were companions, in that, non-gay way."
"Wow, I'm glad I wasn't his friend." Rory laughed.
"Why?" Jess asked. "Afraid he'd make all your hidden imperfections known?"
"Yeah, it'd just make me really depressed." Rory said.
"Well, it'd be the shortest poem ever written." Jess complimented.
(Rory blushed and looked at her feet.) (realizing the uncomfortable silence he just created, Jess decided to change the subject.)
"So..." he began. "What are you doing tonight?"
(Relieved he thought of a new topic) "Oh, you know, the usual, knock off a couple liquor stores and seek out some druggie to impregnate me- how about you?"
"We're in luck!" He exclaimed. "I was hoping for an accomplice and I was wondering when my smoking habit was gonna benefit me." he gave her his lifted eyebrow look and grin.
"Hehe- actually I was gonna have a "night in" sort of deal- you know, movie, and snacks, or a book and snacks, or..." she smiled back, trailing off.
"Snacks and snacks?" he smiled at her.
"Something like that. What are you REALLY doing?" she asked seriously.
"Something juvenile most likely," he looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "Unless I'm in the company of a good citizen." (giving her his cutest grin)
(picking up on his subtlety) "Hey Jess?" she said sweetly.
"Yeah?" (looking innocent)
"You wanna come watch a movie with me tonight?" she asked with a grin.
He put on a serious face. "Will there be snacks?"
"Of course there will be snacks." she laughed.
"Cause snacks are all the motivation I need." he explained.
"I assure you, there will be snacks."
"And you?" he said with a mischievious grin.
"Of course and me," she smiled back. "It's my house."
"Then there's no other place I'd rather be." he caught her eye.
She tried to pretend she didn't notice and looked away. "Cool," checking her watch she said, "I gotta get going, my mother awaits." She got up and turned to him. "Come by around... seven ok?" she raised her eyebrows to ask.
"Seven? Yeah, I might be able to do that, I'll clear my schedule." he nodded his head.
"See you then." she shook her head while smiling and walking away."
"Bye," he said as he watched her walk away. (dirty! Sorry) Jess couldn't help but think of her as she disappeared around the corner. He always thought of her. He got up and started walking. It wouldn't be a problem, except that she's the only girl he's ever unsuccessfully been able to rid his thoughts of. She did something to him, meant something to him. No girl, including his mother, had ever meant anything to him. But Rory was different. She knew about books, she sat and listened. She cared, she gave him a chance and she didn't judge. She seemed to accept him right off the bat, that was rare for him. Very rare. He liked her, a lot, he couldn't help it, she was so easy to like. But he was beginning to feel more for her more and more every time he thought of her, which was all the time. Her incredibly innocent face with those amazing blue eyes. Her quick wit and her taste in music- she was everything he wanted. But at the same time, everything he couldn't have. It figured, he thought as he shook his head. The first time he's ever loved anyone and she has a jerk boyfriend, who bags groceries!! As he was walking he stopped in his tracks. Did he actually just involuntarily admit to himself that he loved her? Yeah, he did, and it wasn't one of those think before you speak things, because he wasn't speaking out loud, he was only thinking to himself, thank God. But he knew that had he been speaking out loud, it would have slipped out without a pre- thought. Does that mean that he did love her? Jess forced the thought out of his head as he started walking again towards the diner. He knew it didn't matter if he did love her; she was taken. And not to mention too good for him. AHH! He had to stop thinking about her.
He got to Luke's and ran upstairs after nodding to his uncle. He laid on his bed and checked his watch. Only 4, he had three hours to burn so he pulled out his latest novel, " A Moveable Feast" by Ernest Hemingway out of his back pocket. Rory had recommended it earlier that week. It wasn't exactly his favorite type of book, but he enjoyed it, he loved arguing with her about books. He loved to see her get all worked up, and her eyes get really bright when she talked about something she was passionate about. He secretly agreed with most of her points, but openly disagreed just to hear her talk. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of it. There he went, thinking about her again, he tried even harder to concentrate on the book and less on thoughts of her.
Theme song: Change by Good Charlotte Jess to Rory I am lost in the see through, I think you lost yourself too. Throughout all of this confusion, I hope I'd somehow get to you. I practice all the things I'll say, To tell you how I feel, And when I finally get my chance, It all seems so surreal. Cause from the first time I saw you, I only thought about you. I didn't know you, I wanted to hold on to, The things you never say to me. Chorus Cause you said, you can't change the way you feel. I could never do that, I could never do that. And you can't tell me this ain't real, Cause this is real. And you would see right through that. In the end it's all I've got, I wanna hold onto that. So I'm gonna hold, on and on and on and on... Now you've got me watching your eyes, Watching just to see, watching just to see, You've got me waiting just to see, If you'll ever look at me. And if it goes the way it never will, Will it ever go, will it ever go my way? Your eyes are watching me. Now you've got me thinking about, the first time that I met you, standing in a crowded room, but I could only see you. And I hope my words will get through, Cause now I can't forget you. I wanna tell you, if only I could reach you, And make you feel this way... Chorus
Ok hey again, here for a chapter two, there's a lot of Rory and Jess together in this one, I love them two together just FYI. It's amazing how much a couple of cups of coffee and blasting music into your ears helps you concentrate on writing, well, for me at least. Ok, here we go.
-Sitting on a bench in town.-
"How can you even compare Ginsberg to Hemingway?" Rory asked Jess. She loved discussing books with him, he was one of the few who deeply understood and appreciated books as much as she did.
"Because Hemingway only wrote about how much pain and suffering there is, he was a fisherman, Ginsberg wrote about how life really is." Jess explained.
"Yeah, but not all life is like that, there's so much good in life too, he should have included some of that too, and there is a lot of pain and suffering in real life." Rory argued.
"And totally contradict everything else in the poem? What would be the point? He wrote "HOWL" to say something, to express his attitude towards life, his own personal Hell. But he did talk about love in "Song." Jess explained.
"Yeah, he talks about how much of a burden it is." Rory contradicted.
"Well, it's not all cake and ice cream." Jess spoke from personal experience.
"He must have not had very many friends." Rory said sadly.
"What about Carl Solomon?" Jess suggested.
"You think they were friends?" she asked him.
"Nobody's perfect- that's what I think he's saying. He accepts him and his faults. They were companions, in that, non-gay way."
"Wow, I'm glad I wasn't his friend." Rory laughed.
"Why?" Jess asked. "Afraid he'd make all your hidden imperfections known?"
"Yeah, it'd just make me really depressed." Rory said.
"Well, it'd be the shortest poem ever written." Jess complimented.
(Rory blushed and looked at her feet.) (realizing the uncomfortable silence he just created, Jess decided to change the subject.)
"So..." he began. "What are you doing tonight?"
(Relieved he thought of a new topic) "Oh, you know, the usual, knock off a couple liquor stores and seek out some druggie to impregnate me- how about you?"
"We're in luck!" He exclaimed. "I was hoping for an accomplice and I was wondering when my smoking habit was gonna benefit me." he gave her his lifted eyebrow look and grin.
"Hehe- actually I was gonna have a "night in" sort of deal- you know, movie, and snacks, or a book and snacks, or..." she smiled back, trailing off.
"Snacks and snacks?" he smiled at her.
"Something like that. What are you REALLY doing?" she asked seriously.
"Something juvenile most likely," he looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "Unless I'm in the company of a good citizen." (giving her his cutest grin)
(picking up on his subtlety) "Hey Jess?" she said sweetly.
"Yeah?" (looking innocent)
"You wanna come watch a movie with me tonight?" she asked with a grin.
He put on a serious face. "Will there be snacks?"
"Of course there will be snacks." she laughed.
"Cause snacks are all the motivation I need." he explained.
"I assure you, there will be snacks."
"And you?" he said with a mischievious grin.
"Of course and me," she smiled back. "It's my house."
"Then there's no other place I'd rather be." he caught her eye.
She tried to pretend she didn't notice and looked away. "Cool," checking her watch she said, "I gotta get going, my mother awaits." She got up and turned to him. "Come by around... seven ok?" she raised her eyebrows to ask.
"Seven? Yeah, I might be able to do that, I'll clear my schedule." he nodded his head.
"See you then." she shook her head while smiling and walking away."
"Bye," he said as he watched her walk away. (dirty! Sorry) Jess couldn't help but think of her as she disappeared around the corner. He always thought of her. He got up and started walking. It wouldn't be a problem, except that she's the only girl he's ever unsuccessfully been able to rid his thoughts of. She did something to him, meant something to him. No girl, including his mother, had ever meant anything to him. But Rory was different. She knew about books, she sat and listened. She cared, she gave him a chance and she didn't judge. She seemed to accept him right off the bat, that was rare for him. Very rare. He liked her, a lot, he couldn't help it, she was so easy to like. But he was beginning to feel more for her more and more every time he thought of her, which was all the time. Her incredibly innocent face with those amazing blue eyes. Her quick wit and her taste in music- she was everything he wanted. But at the same time, everything he couldn't have. It figured, he thought as he shook his head. The first time he's ever loved anyone and she has a jerk boyfriend, who bags groceries!! As he was walking he stopped in his tracks. Did he actually just involuntarily admit to himself that he loved her? Yeah, he did, and it wasn't one of those think before you speak things, because he wasn't speaking out loud, he was only thinking to himself, thank God. But he knew that had he been speaking out loud, it would have slipped out without a pre- thought. Does that mean that he did love her? Jess forced the thought out of his head as he started walking again towards the diner. He knew it didn't matter if he did love her; she was taken. And not to mention too good for him. AHH! He had to stop thinking about her.
He got to Luke's and ran upstairs after nodding to his uncle. He laid on his bed and checked his watch. Only 4, he had three hours to burn so he pulled out his latest novel, " A Moveable Feast" by Ernest Hemingway out of his back pocket. Rory had recommended it earlier that week. It wasn't exactly his favorite type of book, but he enjoyed it, he loved arguing with her about books. He loved to see her get all worked up, and her eyes get really bright when she talked about something she was passionate about. He secretly agreed with most of her points, but openly disagreed just to hear her talk. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of it. There he went, thinking about her again, he tried even harder to concentrate on the book and less on thoughts of her.
Theme song: Change by Good Charlotte Jess to Rory I am lost in the see through, I think you lost yourself too. Throughout all of this confusion, I hope I'd somehow get to you. I practice all the things I'll say, To tell you how I feel, And when I finally get my chance, It all seems so surreal. Cause from the first time I saw you, I only thought about you. I didn't know you, I wanted to hold on to, The things you never say to me. Chorus Cause you said, you can't change the way you feel. I could never do that, I could never do that. And you can't tell me this ain't real, Cause this is real. And you would see right through that. In the end it's all I've got, I wanna hold onto that. So I'm gonna hold, on and on and on and on... Now you've got me watching your eyes, Watching just to see, watching just to see, You've got me waiting just to see, If you'll ever look at me. And if it goes the way it never will, Will it ever go, will it ever go my way? Your eyes are watching me. Now you've got me thinking about, the first time that I met you, standing in a crowded room, but I could only see you. And I hope my words will get through, Cause now I can't forget you. I wanna tell you, if only I could reach you, And make you feel this way... Chorus