Summary: Lit one-shot. Pretty much my interpretation/descriptions of the two episodes where Jess came back from Cali for his car and told Rory he loved her. I just took scenes from the episodes and interpreted them my way. Scenes are separated by x's.
A/N -- Here's the deal: I missed the whole 4th season of GG, so I have been watching the reruns on ABC Family. So the other night, those episodes with Jess coming back came on, and I admit-- I was crying by the end. lol. No closure, I tell you. Anyhow, that was my inspiration (or explanation for being like a year and a half late on it). Enjoy!
Disclaimer -- I do not own GG or the characters. And I used a few lines from the episode. Title is a song by The Academy Is…
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Rory peers through the car window at a sleeping Jess, his dark hat pulled far over his ears. He looks the same, but smarter. Like he's read all the books in California. Maybe that's why he's back, she hypothesizes. He's read the West coast out of house and home; back to the East for a little Dostoyevsky. That was her second guess. Her first was a passing thought, in which Jess returned for her. She feels ridiculous.
His eyelids flutter, but he doesn't get a good look at her. She moves so quickly; she's a blur. His body aches, and he thinks it might be from sleeping in a damn car. The frost on the window collects rapidly, concealing the spot where Rory's breath had melted it moments ago. Jess isn't even sure that it was her, but he has a feeling.
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"That's not her."
"What?"
"She cut her hair."
"Don't know what you're talking about."
Jess is a disappointed for a few seconds, after the Girl-That's-Not-Rory turns around. He appears indifferent; it's what he does best. He doesn't care about anything. Except that the Girl-That's-Not-Rory wasn't Rory. He's crazy.
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"I'm leaving."
His eyes linger, taking her in. Jess stops to notice her shorter hair, just as Gypsy had said. The blunt cut accents her graceful neck and smooth, flawless face. And, oh, those eyes. Jess dies a little inside. She looks so pretty, so grown up, he thinks. He bets it's Yale's fault. College girls just have something about them. But Rory's not that kind of college girl. She's the smart kind, the kind that overload their schedule because they don't want to miss a single class. She has to know everything.
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"Rory, wait! Stop!"
She freezes for a second, because his eyes are filled with intent, and his hair and that jacket are just so James Dean that she can hardly stand it. She runs, because she knows she has to. She can't do this.
"I love you" he blurts, barely breathing. He thinks he has Tourette syndrome. She looks like a dream, her cobalt eyes wet, lips cherry red, cheeks flushed rose. His mouth twitches nervously.
She can't crack. She always cracks. He never has (but maybe he is a little right now). Her mind is faltering and it's hard to not kiss him. Rory's not weak. She's weak for him. His jaw tightens and he wrings his cold hands. It's all he can do to keep himself for doing something incredibly stupid.
He's gone, quicker than he came, into the dark with the festival lights glaring like ghosts upon his shaded face.