Rory lay alone in her bedroom, sobbing into her pillow. Two hours ago, she had told Lorelai that she wasn't going to the Promenade after all. Rory had changed into a pink strapless dress from a previous occasion, and was all made up and ready to go when she realised that...that she just couldn't.
She couldn't lead Dean on - on a false thread of hope when to her it was more than over. She lay on the bed - had been for more than an hour - gradually crumpling her exquisite full skirt.
Lorelai was away - she had gone to Luke's to take-away a coffee for the both of them. Rory smiled through her tears. Good old Lorelai. She always knew what to do when her daughter was depressed...
***
15 minutes later, when Rory had fallen asleep, despite trying to work up the courage to call Dean, Lorelai entered the house.
She tip-toed to Rory's room. Laying the steaming cups of coffee on Rory's study table she bent down and kissed her daughter's forehead tenderly.
"Rory...Rory!" she whispered urgently.
"What..." Rory mumbled, her mascara dried in tear lines around her face. Slowly she sat up, rubbed her eyes and took notice of her surroundings. Suddenly she sat up stock still and looked suspiciously at the doorway, "Mum..." she warned.
"What?" Lorelai asked innocently and smiled, leaving the room.
Moments later, the shadowy figure that had been standing outside Rory's bedroom door entered.
"Hello," Jess said hoarsely.
"Hi..." Rory hid her head in her pillow, embarrassed, "Why are you here?"
"Your mother told me about...about what happened with Dean at the diner - and she..." Jess licked his lips nervously, "she asked me to come..." Jess trailed off uncomfortably.
He stood in the middle of the room uncertainly, taking in everything. Rory's wardrobe door stood slightly ajar and the obvious sight of her intimates set Jess' cheeks on fire.
"You can sit down..." Rory said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Jess looked around - there was a small chair next to Rory's study table piled to the top with dictionaries, school-books, and Harvard pamphlets. Instead, he perched on the edge of Rory's tiny single bed.
She inched in even more.
"So...are you okay?" Jess asked, pulling the pillow slowly off her face.
"...I don't know," Rory peered up from under the covers. The scratchy chiffon of her dress was really annoying her, "I suppose so." She sat up and leant against the wall, "I," she started sobbing, "I know I don't exactly look presentable," she gulped, "I really wanted to go tonight!! But I couldn't, Jess, I couldn't! Not if...not if I really loved you instead."
"Rory..." Jess whispered tenderly, tucking a stray tendril of hair away from Rory's face, "You look more beautiful right now than you ever have in your life," he began honestly, "You always look beautiful. And..." he paused, "And I love you too."
He slowly moved in and he brushed his lips tenderly with Rory's, then began kissing her intensely. Rory kissed him back, and held onto him for life, "I love you so much, Jess," she whispered, her eyes shining with happiness, "I love you...I love you."
***
"Jess? Rory?" Lorelai asked, peering into her daughter's bedroom. She knew that it hadn't exactly been a wise decision to leave the two teenagers. Alone. In Rory's bedroom. But she knew that Rory was responsible, and she wouldn't let any funny business go on.
But still...Lorelai heaved a sigh of relief when she entered the room and saw Rory propped comfortably on Jess' shoulders ("With her clothes on, thank God!" Lorelai thought immediately). The two were asleep, Jess snoring softly, and Rory smiling subconsciously.
"Jess? Rory?!" Lorelai called louder.
Jess jumped awake in fright. "Lorelai?" he asked, squinting through the morning light, "What time is it?"
"It's 10:30. Ripe and early on Sunday morning. Now get up, sleepyheads!" she smiled. Jess nudged Rory and she opened her eyes slowly, still smiling. "Mum?" her smile diminished, suddenly uncomfortable in her mother's presence.
"It's okay, Rory, geez, you act as though you were doing something bad..." Lorelai purred suggestively, laughing uncontrollably.
"Mum!" Rory protested, throwing her pillow at Lorelai.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave now, but hurry up - let's get to Luke's! I want to tell him the good news!" Lorelai added mischeviously.
NOTE: I know this was a bit too imaginative - especially the bit where Rory 'declares' her love for Jess - I'm sorry! I have a really soppy imagination! Please R & R!
She couldn't lead Dean on - on a false thread of hope when to her it was more than over. She lay on the bed - had been for more than an hour - gradually crumpling her exquisite full skirt.
Lorelai was away - she had gone to Luke's to take-away a coffee for the both of them. Rory smiled through her tears. Good old Lorelai. She always knew what to do when her daughter was depressed...
***
15 minutes later, when Rory had fallen asleep, despite trying to work up the courage to call Dean, Lorelai entered the house.
She tip-toed to Rory's room. Laying the steaming cups of coffee on Rory's study table she bent down and kissed her daughter's forehead tenderly.
"Rory...Rory!" she whispered urgently.
"What..." Rory mumbled, her mascara dried in tear lines around her face. Slowly she sat up, rubbed her eyes and took notice of her surroundings. Suddenly she sat up stock still and looked suspiciously at the doorway, "Mum..." she warned.
"What?" Lorelai asked innocently and smiled, leaving the room.
Moments later, the shadowy figure that had been standing outside Rory's bedroom door entered.
"Hello," Jess said hoarsely.
"Hi..." Rory hid her head in her pillow, embarrassed, "Why are you here?"
"Your mother told me about...about what happened with Dean at the diner - and she..." Jess licked his lips nervously, "she asked me to come..." Jess trailed off uncomfortably.
He stood in the middle of the room uncertainly, taking in everything. Rory's wardrobe door stood slightly ajar and the obvious sight of her intimates set Jess' cheeks on fire.
"You can sit down..." Rory said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Jess looked around - there was a small chair next to Rory's study table piled to the top with dictionaries, school-books, and Harvard pamphlets. Instead, he perched on the edge of Rory's tiny single bed.
She inched in even more.
"So...are you okay?" Jess asked, pulling the pillow slowly off her face.
"...I don't know," Rory peered up from under the covers. The scratchy chiffon of her dress was really annoying her, "I suppose so." She sat up and leant against the wall, "I," she started sobbing, "I know I don't exactly look presentable," she gulped, "I really wanted to go tonight!! But I couldn't, Jess, I couldn't! Not if...not if I really loved you instead."
"Rory..." Jess whispered tenderly, tucking a stray tendril of hair away from Rory's face, "You look more beautiful right now than you ever have in your life," he began honestly, "You always look beautiful. And..." he paused, "And I love you too."
He slowly moved in and he brushed his lips tenderly with Rory's, then began kissing her intensely. Rory kissed him back, and held onto him for life, "I love you so much, Jess," she whispered, her eyes shining with happiness, "I love you...I love you."
***
"Jess? Rory?" Lorelai asked, peering into her daughter's bedroom. She knew that it hadn't exactly been a wise decision to leave the two teenagers. Alone. In Rory's bedroom. But she knew that Rory was responsible, and she wouldn't let any funny business go on.
But still...Lorelai heaved a sigh of relief when she entered the room and saw Rory propped comfortably on Jess' shoulders ("With her clothes on, thank God!" Lorelai thought immediately). The two were asleep, Jess snoring softly, and Rory smiling subconsciously.
"Jess? Rory?!" Lorelai called louder.
Jess jumped awake in fright. "Lorelai?" he asked, squinting through the morning light, "What time is it?"
"It's 10:30. Ripe and early on Sunday morning. Now get up, sleepyheads!" she smiled. Jess nudged Rory and she opened her eyes slowly, still smiling. "Mum?" her smile diminished, suddenly uncomfortable in her mother's presence.
"It's okay, Rory, geez, you act as though you were doing something bad..." Lorelai purred suggestively, laughing uncontrollably.
"Mum!" Rory protested, throwing her pillow at Lorelai.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave now, but hurry up - let's get to Luke's! I want to tell him the good news!" Lorelai added mischeviously.
NOTE: I know this was a bit too imaginative - especially the bit where Rory 'declares' her love for Jess - I'm sorry! I have a really soppy imagination! Please R & R!
