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Jess never brought Rory flowers. She didn't even like flowers. They made her eyes itch. She didn't tell Dean because he looked so cute when he gave them to her after she finally finished her 11th grade research paper. Rory thinks about it; Jess did bring her flowers. A single rose that he said he stole from some old lady's garden. Rory knew he bought it from the flowers shop on the corner and she called him on it. Jess scoffed. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket and turned a delightful shade of pink. He changed the subject.
Rory hates crying. Dean's seen her cry. He held her hand gently and stroked her back, keeping his eyes on her. Two years ago, Rory cried in front of Jess. They were sitting on a bench in the park and she cried. He fingered her long hair and kissed her hard on the lips. Rory hates being watched.
Jess let her drive his car at night in Stars Hollow. He leaned back in the passenger seat and gazed out the window, glancing at Rory once or twice. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and she stared straight ahead. Jess told her she drove like an 95 year old woman. She loosened up.
Rory can picture Jess' eyes in her mind. Brown, with flecks of green and gold. Warm and deep and complete. They sparkle when he talks about a book he loves, or Rory. She saw him a year ago. Rory tries to picture Dean's eyes and it's hard. Grey, she thinks, with tints of blue. She saw him an hour ago.