That song in the chapter before this was called "Colors" by Verve Pipe, unless I have been misinformed. As usual, I own nothing. Yeah, yeah, you mock me now, but, one day I am going to be famous….
Oh, I'd just like to say, I'm sorry in advance for this. I'm not good at writing a particular type of scene, as you will soon know. Please forgive me. I can't write it without sounding smutty, or just stupid. I don't even know what I'm talking about.
Rory and I were in the middle on enjoying each other's company, when she abruptly pulled away.
"Ohmygod."
"What's wrong?" I asked. She was running around the room looking all over for something, seeming to have found what she was looking for, she revealed her phone, frantically dialing the number. She ran over to the window seat and perched herself there nervously. I got up, sighing, and sat next to her. I put my arm around her waist, leaning in so I would be able to hear both sides of the conversation.
"Mom?"
"Rory? Oh thank God, Rory. Are you all right?" Lorelei's voice spilled out of the phone, filled with worry.
"Yeah Mom, I'm fine I'm so, so sorry I forgot to call. It's just, we just got here yesterday, and we've been really busy."
"Wait, you just got there? Where are you?"
"Well mom, we're in San Francisco," Rory slowly stated. She looked at me and I smiled an encouraging smile.
There was a sharp intake of breath on Lorelei's end, and then, after a slight pause, "Wow."
"Yeah. You should see him mom, you'd be so proud. He was so romantic last night, we went to dinner and-" Great, Rory's talking about me, but Lorelei interrupted.
"Wait, are you still talking about Jess?"
I couldn't help but laugh, and Rory leaned into me. "Yes, Mom, Jess, Jess Mariano. We ate dinner on the docks and then he took me to this chocolate castle-y place full of ice cream and candy. It was like Willy Wonka."
"Aw, well Rory, he seems to be really getting better," there was a bell in the back round, then a different voice came on the phone. "Lorelei," Luke sighed, "You can't just walk in here on your cell phone. No cell phones!" Then there was some clouded commotion, then the phone must have been passed off to Luke.
"Rory, is Jess with you?"
Rory hesitated looking at me, then a smirk formed on her lips. "Yea Luke, he's right here."
Luke went on, "Do me a favor will you, ask Jess how he liked the book."
"Um, ok." Rory looked at me, and I blushed, knowing full well what book he was talking about. She nuzzled back into my side, and continued talking to her mom.
Days passed, soon a week had gone by. We fell into a routine, Rory and I. We would wake up every morning, shower, get dressed, go out, find some breakfast, usually at a little coffee shop at the end of the street, then we would wander around, just enjoying the weather, enjoying each other. Once of twice we wandered into a bookstore. We read a lot too. We visited Stanford, but Rory kept comparing it to Yale, so we left. We would hang out in our room, tossing cards into an upturned hat we had bought at a costume shop, reading, dancing. We ate dinner, either in the room or out. We hung around, playing cards, reading aloud to each other, kissing, sleeping, marveling in love.
Currently, we lay in bed. It was raining outside. We were hanging upside down off of the bed, taking bets on who could stay like that longer. Of course Rory could, leave it up to her to be good at something insane like that. She finally sat up, getting up to push back the blinds, tapping on the window, as if willing the rain to stop. She turned and stared at me.
"Je-es, I'm bored." I had sat up so that I was facing her, and she trudged towards me and plopped down, making the whole bed shake. "Ooh, I have an idea."
"Do you?" I inquired.
"I do." She stopped talking, and I looked at her expectantly. "Oh, ok, well, why don't we have a dinner party?"
I looked at her questionably. "A dinner party, huh? With who?"
She looked like I was crazy. "Um me, and…you," she paused, looking up as if racking her brain, "Yeah, that's right, me and you." I laughed; she tuned towards me.
"No, Jess, really!" She got up and started pacing, clearly excited. "We could order room service and buy candles and get some really swanky music and clothes and we could have a full on dinner party."
I considered this for a few minutes. The idea definitely had some potential. "Yeah, okay Rory, I can see it."
"Ooh," she squealed, "Okay, so, how about seven-ish? That will give us about three hours to get ready. I'll go get some decorations, and you go get some music. We can meet back here and order the food by, um, six, and that will give us one hour to get ready."
I looked up at her, amazed at how scheming she really was. "Sounds good."
She grabbed her purse, and marched towards the door, pausing briefly to overdramatically blow me a kiss. Then she was out the door and gone. I sighed, getting up.
It was 6:45. The food was made, all the preparations were done. I was in the bathroom, still getting ready, and Rory was in the room, setting up, I assume. I went along with her dinner. I had even bought her a bracelet to give her. I had on a pair of black pants with a black and white shirt. I also had an old bowl, Charlie Chaplin-esque hat I had found at a thrift shop. The end was result was very cool.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I was amazed. Rory was wearing a green slip dress that went a little past her knees, and a pair of black, strappy heels. The dress was almost iridescent, and had a low V-neck. She had a shiny necklace on, and she wore her hair curled. She was prancing about, overjoyed, reaching to light the tons of little candles she had bought. I came up behind her, slipping my arms around her waist.
"Beautiful," I muttered into her neck. She turned around in my arms, leaning up against the dresser.
"Well, well, well, look who's Mr. Cool Cat all of a sudden." I smirked, and her lips landed on mine. We were interrupted, seconds later, by a knock on the door and the call of room service.
She ran to get the food, me following behind her. "What'd you order me?"
She turned around to look at me as she unlocked the door. "Liver and Onions."
"Good one, Conan."
The bellhop left the shiny tray of food, handing Rory a slip of paper. As she signed it, I dug through the dishes. As the door shut again, I began to rearrange the silver plates on the table that Rory had setup.
"Wow," I breathed, looking down at all the food.
"What," she asked, worriedly, looking over my shoulder.
"Is there anything you didn't order?" She pouted and crossed her arms as I pulled out her chair for her.
We ate dinner, casually chatting, not about anything important, just, things. A song came one, some slow one I had never heard of before. Rory jumped up, gushing, "Ooh, Jess, I love this song."
"Huh," was all I said.
She got up, and starting moving around the room. "No, Je-es, I want to dance! Come dance with me."
I just laughed.
She stopped, staring at me. "This is so not a laughing matter."
I stared back at her. "Yes it is."
"Hey Mr., if you don't get your but up right now and come here, I'm going to…I'll…"
I smirked, amused, "You'll what?" I asked.
"I'll…" she stopped at a loss for words. A look of realization washed over her. "I'll tell everyone about that time you 'got hit in the eye with a football." She said the last part gesturing in the air with her fingers, making little quotation marks.
A false gasp escaped my lips. I got up, walking over to her. She slung her hands on my shoulders. "You wouldn't…"
She interrupted me, an evil smile toying with her lips, "Oh, but I would."
She ran over to the CD player, restarting the song, and we danced.
"You know," I said into her hair, "I always thought it looked kind of corny when people made quotation marks in the air with their fingers."
She laughed, tickling my neck with her breath, "Oh really?" More breathing.
"Yeah," I stated defiantly.
"It worked."
I kissed her, long and slow, "That it did." She barely had time to let a smirk play on her lips before I took possession of them, yet again.
And then we weren't dancing anymore, just kissing, standing in the middle of our hotel room, in the middle of everything, just kissing.
And then we were on the bed, with me on top of her. Still kissing. My shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and I had my hands up her dress. I started to kiss her neck, savoring each plot of skin. She put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me up a few inches.
"Jess…I," she gasped, "I never…"
I looked down into her blue eyes, understanding what she was trying to say. "I know."
She bit her lip, but went on. "Will it hurt?"
"No, I won't let it," she looked scared. "You can hold my hand if you get scared."
She laughed but, a minute later, her fingers intertwined with mine.
After, we lay on the bed, with my head resting on her chest. She looked up at me and smiled. "What?" I asked. She blushed.
"How was it?" I asked her.
More blushing. "I liked it," she assured me. I laughed, resting my chin below her collar bone, so that I could look at her. She raised her hands up to the sides of my face, brushing bits of hair behind my ears.
"Hey," I remembered, leaning over the side of the bed, shuffling through my bag, where I had hidden her bracelet. I pulled it out, and shyly held it between my hands, taking back to my original spot. "I have something for you."
"Aw, you didn't have to."
"Huh," I joked, "and I thought it was an obligation thing."
I pulled it out of the box, slightly embarrassed, I had never bought a girl anything before. "It's just something I saw," I mumbled. "You know, I saw it and thought of you and how you might like it…" I rambled on.
She held out her wrist for me, and I awkwardly put it on her.
She interrupted my ramblings with her lips on mine. "I love it," she breathed.
She kissed my forehead, and we fell asleep.