He Wasn't Supposed to Come Back
by Emily Carol
Summary: He wasn't supposed to come back. He was supposed to stay away from her. Especially after he broke her heart.
Disclaimer: Jess wasn't supposed to come back, and neither are the nice men in the white coats who take me away after I go insane from the suing. Please don't sue me...I don't own Gilmore Girls...and I don't want to go back there again...
Author's note: I'm back! I'm only posting this one here at ff.net during my nice break between sites (any of you who visited Lives of a Gilmore know I left it and I'm starting my own site).
PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING NOTE:
I'm looking for betas (yes, that's plural, I want lots of feedback) for three of my stories including On Eagle's Wings, Where Her Heart Lies, and Silent Reverie (which is the third in the Angel Trilogy, the first two can be found at my site). If you're interested either say so in your review (make sure you leave an e-mail address) or you can just e-mail me. If you're unsure and want to know what the stories iare about I'll send you the summaries if requested.
Anyways... on with the story. I warn you, the idea is only half throught out really, although smile1 gave me a great idea on where to go with this.
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Chapter 4
Lane emerged breathless into the apartment above Luke's diner to hear a loud crash.
"Bastard," she mumbled under her breath as she truged past him towards the side of the room she had turned into a guest room and her music collection.
"Don't you touch those!" She screamed loudly. Jess had a pile of CD's in his hands and was beginning to hurl them across the room.
"Look, I don't want to be sharing this apartment with you, but I have to. So I can do what I want, it's my place too," Jess said ignoring Lane's screaming as more of her CDs flew across the room towards her bed.
Lane marched up to him and grabbed her CDs. "But it's my property and doing this," she waved her hands at the piles of CDs on the floor, "is considered destruction of personal property. So get the hell off my CDs."
Lane started to pick them up and put them down on the other side of the room in neat piles, vowing to organize them more later.
Jess sat on the second bed and watched her.
"Why don't you help me?"
"Why should I?"
"Look," Lane said stopping what she was doing. "We have to live together, so I figure least amount of contact is best. Help me and I'll be out of your way faster so you can get drunk or whatever the hell you do now."
"Who ever said I drink," Jess said picking up a pile of Lane's CDs.
"Oh come on Jess," Lane said as the two of them crossed the room. "Everyone knows you drink. It's so obvious, you're the kind of person who like to drink and do drugs and smoke and all that dumb crap."
"This coming from the girl who got drunk at Kyle's party, called her mom and told her what she'd been doing," Jess said with a teasing grin on his face.
Lane set down the CDs and hit Jess on the arm.
"Okay, two rules for living with me; one, you don't bother me and two, don't ever, I mean, ever, mention that night again."
"As long as we're laying down rules, you don't dare tell Rory I'm here or all those CDs will burst up in flames."
"Deal," Lane held her hand out and Jess shook it.
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Luke entered the apartment without making the door creak. Lane and Jess had stopped yelling an hour ago and they hadn't gone at it again. He just wanted to make sure they were both still alive.
Plus, Luke had went and got a dowel rod and a plain white curtain to hopefully keep Jess and Lane away from each other, just to prevent a sudden death of one of them. Although at the rate things had been going earlier downstairs, he'd be the one dying from the sudden death.
Luke looked at Lane and Jess, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, Jess with a book and Lane with headphones and her work from community college.
He stepped out of the diner and shook his head. He couldn't believe what he'd just seen. They couldn't be getting along. What happened to the two teenagers who had been downstairs just an hour before screaming at him and each other. Making it seem like this would never last and Jess would leave.
His hand met the doorknob again and it twisted to reveal he hadn't been dreaming.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked. This all confused him. They hated each other, with passion. And now they were sitting there like they got along perfectly fine.
"Why what are you talking about Uncle Luke?" Jess asked sarcastically, not bringing his eyes up from the book in his hands.
"But the two of you...you were...just an hour ago...," Luke shook his head and gave up.
"Don't hurt yourself Luke," Jess's voice sounded again. Lane, who barely seemed to acknowledge that Luke had even walked in, continued to write in her notebook through the conversation.
"Lane?" Luke's voice rose so she could hear him hopefully. But she continued to bob her head with the music and write.
Jess reached over the couch and removed one of Lane's headphones. She grabbed his hand, "Rule number three for living with Lane Kim, don't you dare touch my headphones. Hi Luke," She acknowledged him quickly and went back to her work.
Luke gave up on trying to figure out what was going on and just started to put up the curtain in front of where Lane would be living.
Lane inturupted him. "You don't have to do that Luke," Lane said. "I'm writing up my rules and Jess wrote his. It'll be fine."
Luke looked at them for a second and began to walk out the door when he noticed a piece of notebook paper taped to the door.
Rule for Living With Jess Mariano:
You tell Rory, the CDs go up in flames
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A/N - Hope you enjoyed it. I know I'm not the greatest writer (or updater for that matter) but I try. And I attempted to get this one longer than others.
Review if you really want!
-Emily Carol
by Emily Carol
Summary: He wasn't supposed to come back. He was supposed to stay away from her. Especially after he broke her heart.
Disclaimer: Jess wasn't supposed to come back, and neither are the nice men in the white coats who take me away after I go insane from the suing. Please don't sue me...I don't own Gilmore Girls...and I don't want to go back there again...
Author's note: I'm back! I'm only posting this one here at ff.net during my nice break between sites (any of you who visited Lives of a Gilmore know I left it and I'm starting my own site).
PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING NOTE:
I'm looking for betas (yes, that's plural, I want lots of feedback) for three of my stories including On Eagle's Wings, Where Her Heart Lies, and Silent Reverie (which is the third in the Angel Trilogy, the first two can be found at my site). If you're interested either say so in your review (make sure you leave an e-mail address) or you can just e-mail me. If you're unsure and want to know what the stories iare about I'll send you the summaries if requested.
Anyways... on with the story. I warn you, the idea is only half throught out really, although smile1 gave me a great idea on where to go with this.
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Chapter 4
Lane emerged breathless into the apartment above Luke's diner to hear a loud crash.
"Bastard," she mumbled under her breath as she truged past him towards the side of the room she had turned into a guest room and her music collection.
"Don't you touch those!" She screamed loudly. Jess had a pile of CD's in his hands and was beginning to hurl them across the room.
"Look, I don't want to be sharing this apartment with you, but I have to. So I can do what I want, it's my place too," Jess said ignoring Lane's screaming as more of her CDs flew across the room towards her bed.
Lane marched up to him and grabbed her CDs. "But it's my property and doing this," she waved her hands at the piles of CDs on the floor, "is considered destruction of personal property. So get the hell off my CDs."
Lane started to pick them up and put them down on the other side of the room in neat piles, vowing to organize them more later.
Jess sat on the second bed and watched her.
"Why don't you help me?"
"Why should I?"
"Look," Lane said stopping what she was doing. "We have to live together, so I figure least amount of contact is best. Help me and I'll be out of your way faster so you can get drunk or whatever the hell you do now."
"Who ever said I drink," Jess said picking up a pile of Lane's CDs.
"Oh come on Jess," Lane said as the two of them crossed the room. "Everyone knows you drink. It's so obvious, you're the kind of person who like to drink and do drugs and smoke and all that dumb crap."
"This coming from the girl who got drunk at Kyle's party, called her mom and told her what she'd been doing," Jess said with a teasing grin on his face.
Lane set down the CDs and hit Jess on the arm.
"Okay, two rules for living with me; one, you don't bother me and two, don't ever, I mean, ever, mention that night again."
"As long as we're laying down rules, you don't dare tell Rory I'm here or all those CDs will burst up in flames."
"Deal," Lane held her hand out and Jess shook it.
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Luke entered the apartment without making the door creak. Lane and Jess had stopped yelling an hour ago and they hadn't gone at it again. He just wanted to make sure they were both still alive.
Plus, Luke had went and got a dowel rod and a plain white curtain to hopefully keep Jess and Lane away from each other, just to prevent a sudden death of one of them. Although at the rate things had been going earlier downstairs, he'd be the one dying from the sudden death.
Luke looked at Lane and Jess, sitting on opposite ends of the couch, Jess with a book and Lane with headphones and her work from community college.
He stepped out of the diner and shook his head. He couldn't believe what he'd just seen. They couldn't be getting along. What happened to the two teenagers who had been downstairs just an hour before screaming at him and each other. Making it seem like this would never last and Jess would leave.
His hand met the doorknob again and it twisted to reveal he hadn't been dreaming.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked. This all confused him. They hated each other, with passion. And now they were sitting there like they got along perfectly fine.
"Why what are you talking about Uncle Luke?" Jess asked sarcastically, not bringing his eyes up from the book in his hands.
"But the two of you...you were...just an hour ago...," Luke shook his head and gave up.
"Don't hurt yourself Luke," Jess's voice sounded again. Lane, who barely seemed to acknowledge that Luke had even walked in, continued to write in her notebook through the conversation.
"Lane?" Luke's voice rose so she could hear him hopefully. But she continued to bob her head with the music and write.
Jess reached over the couch and removed one of Lane's headphones. She grabbed his hand, "Rule number three for living with Lane Kim, don't you dare touch my headphones. Hi Luke," She acknowledged him quickly and went back to her work.
Luke gave up on trying to figure out what was going on and just started to put up the curtain in front of where Lane would be living.
Lane inturupted him. "You don't have to do that Luke," Lane said. "I'm writing up my rules and Jess wrote his. It'll be fine."
Luke looked at them for a second and began to walk out the door when he noticed a piece of notebook paper taped to the door.
Rule for Living With Jess Mariano:
You tell Rory, the CDs go up in flames
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A/N - Hope you enjoyed it. I know I'm not the greatest writer (or updater for that matter) but I try. And I attempted to get this one longer than others.
Review if you really want!
-Emily Carol