A/N: Thanks to all of you that reviewed. Um… the rating has been officially changed to R so, just to warn you guys, but you really told me to, so I don't know.
Summary: Look at chapter 1.
Disclaimer: in means to bore you with this shit, I will say that this is not mine, and everything is not under my name. Please keep that in mind as you call the police for fraud.
Chapter 10. Nephew?
"Rory, where were you last night? You scared the hell out of me."
"Nowhere Mom, just out."
"Oh…" Lorelai looked down at her lap and played with her hands. When did she start feeling like the child here? "Well, Luke and his nephew are coming for dinner tonight."
This got Rory's attention. "What nephew?"
"He just moved here; his name is… oh, god, I forgot… it was a girls name though, I remember that."
"Oh…" Rory shifted in her seat on the couch in the house's living room. She had been sitting here the whole day, after she picked herself off the kitchen floor.
"Yeah… so, they're coming around six. Is that good with you?"
She looked at the clock above the TV. 4:42 PM.
"It's fine."
"Oh… kay, good. I'll tell Luke it's a plan."
"Kay," she said as she watched Lorelai get off the couch, taking the phone off the coffee table with her. Lorelai slowly walked to the kitchen.
Rory got up and walked for the first time in about 5 hours. She followed her mother cautiously, wanting to know what she was talking about.
"I don't know what to do about her, Luke. She's just… I don't know," there was a pause; "Maybe we should let them go off and talk. They seem to be in the same boat." Another pause. "I guess so… yeah… a tour? I'm sure she'll take the offer to get out of the house... okay, bye Luke."
Rory tried to act as if she wasn't eavesdropping and casually walk into the kitchen then to her room.
"He'll be here at six!" was the last thing she heard as she closed the door to the bedroom.
--Later--
She was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling as the door opened to her room and a young man came through, just about her age.
"Hi," he simply said, as he looked over at her and closed the door behind him.
"Hey," she replied in monotone, kind of sarcastic.
"Your mother said I should just come in…"
"Don't worry about it; I should have gone out of here before you came."
"Oh." He looked around and went over to her bookcase, letting his finger run over the titles. "This is really good," he said, taking a book out.
"Oh, I know, I just finished it over the summer." She sat up. Maybe this wasn't a waste after all.
They sat in an awkward silence, him looking at her books and her watching him looking at her books. He pulled out another and searched every inch of it.
"I've been meaning to read this, I just hadn't."
"You can borrow it, if you want…"
He looked at her for the first time really looking at her. She was pretty. In the innocent, teacher's pet kind. But yet, he was intrigued.
"Thanks. I appreciate it." He left her bookcase and his glance went to her window. "So… do these open?"
"Yeah, you just have to undo the little latch there."
"So…"
"What?"
"Shall we?"
The sides of her mouth curved. "I've been waiting for the opportunity all night."
"Great," he gave her a small smirk.
"Just let me write my mom a note…" she got up and grabbed a piece of paper, along with a pen. She held the pen in her hand and hovered over the paper. Without looking up to him, she asked, "Tour around town sound okay?"
"Sounds just enough for them to buy it."
"Good," she left the utensils on the desk and grabbed a jacket. "Shall we go?"
"Definitely."
They escaped and walked a bit without really saying anything.
But he had to break it soon. "So… what's your name?"
"Rory. Yourself?"
"Jess."
"Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too."
They walked in a comfortable silence.
"So, you seem to like books."
"Well, I do," Rory stated.
"That's good… for girls… gives them sub-"
"Hey… Rory." A person from behind them said.
The two turned around suddenly, and Jess watched Rory's eyes darken and she suddenly became stiff. "Ron… um, you didn't say that you were coming by tonight…?"
"Just thought I could check up on you." He walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips. Rory didn't kiss him back.
But when they pulled away, she saw his eyes and Jess saw she kind of tensed up.
"You must be…?" Ron asked the boy that was still beside her.
"Jess," he stuck out his hand, but soon dropped it when Ron didn't return it, but just gave a solid huff of laughter.
Rory turned to Ron, but talked to the other body. "Jess, I think that we should get back to the house. Don't want to be late for dinner."
"Jess seems like a smart person, I think he doesn't need you to chauffeur him to where he needs to go… Besides, I thought we could go and talk in the forest. You know, where no one else is. Get away from the crowd."
Jess saw Rory panic. "I don't really think that's a good idea. Sookie is making a really big feast so I really think that I should be there…"
"Yeah, I guess so." Even the other teenager could hear the anger in his voice. "See you tomorrow. You can count on it." And with that husky comment, he was gone.
Rory's breathing was fast, and Jess heard it. "So… what was that?"
"That was my… boyfriend."
"Oh… you didn't seem… never mind."
They walked in stillness, back to the house. She never really did answer his silent question. For the reason of she simply didn't want to.
-- Later –
"Pass the potatoes, please," a voice from the other side of the table shouted. Jess and Rory were both at the end, and both in a conversation… well, not really.
"So…"
"So…"
"What kind of authors do you read?" Rory asked, wanting to know more about this person sitting in front of her.
"Um… classics, mostly… Benedict Flynn, Oscar Wilde, Ernest Hemingway-"
"Hemingway?! How can you honestly say you like him? I mean, don't you fall asleep after being two minutes into it?"
"No way! You have got to be shitting me. He is one of the most respected and talented authors in his time."
"Respected? maybe. Talented? not so much."
"So what…? Who are you into? Lewis Carroll?"
"… No… Mostly Mark Twain and Ayn Rand."
"Oh, my god! And you are criticizing me in my choice of authors?"
"Yes… yes I am."
"Who can you say that actually likes reading Rand? I mean, besides the cable guy down the street?" he said sarcastically.
"His name is Pete."
"There really is a cable guy down the street?"
"Yes. Don't act all surprised. I'm sure you knew it."
He suppressed a laugh and smirked. "I was kidding."
"Well, welcome to our town."
A/N: Hah! That was long! I am so proud of myself. Um… don't worry, this is a trory. Nothing is going to go on between Rory and Jess. They are just going to be friends. So don't fret. Question, though. Is there really only seven people reading my story? God, if there is, there really isn't any point in writing long chapters. I can certainly hold off for seven fucking people. I want more reviews!
Paige
