Disclaimer: See, when writing these disclaimers I try and be witty and amusing. Make you smile before you continue on to what I hope is an interesting bit of an interesting story. And please people, lets be honest here. If I owned the rights to Gilmore Girls, do you really think I would've let Rory turn into a yipping twit who quits school and sleeps with a married man? I swear to god, if when Milo Ventimiglia comes back on November 1st, he's married, or they bring a girlfriend who's pregnant in, and he ends up marrying her… or he god forbid, he dies…I swear to God I will stop watching the show altogether. It was so great, and so awesome, and they killed it. So when reading these disclaimers from now on, please know, this is what I'm thinking. I damn well do wish I owned the show. At least that way it would be more fun. :rant over:
She hadn't meant to laugh. And when she saw the incredulous look on his face, she didn't mean to laugh harder.
"Stay…" she started, her breath coming out in sharp, quick bursts because of the fact that she had doubled over. "With…with you?" She bit her lip to keep from smiling, and Jess frowned.
"What? Is that so hard to imagine, Gilmore?" At the harshness of his tone, Rory couldn't help but laughing more.
"Oh I'm Gilmore, now? I really must've made you mad, huh?" Another giggle escaped from her lips and her hands clamped over her mouth to keep in any more. "I'm sorry, Jess." She managed to say between coughs. "It's just you were so serious." She swallowed. "Stay with me, Rory." She emulated, puffing out her chest, and pounding it with drumstick like hands. "So manly." Jess had shrunk down low in his seat, his eyes dark. She came and sat next to him, placing her small hand on his shoulder.
"I mean it. I have a place." His tone was short, and once again Rory couldn't contain her laughter.
"I'm sure you do. Do you still live above the diner? Because all the women you ask to stay, with those eyes, and in that voice…" she couldn't help giggling again. "I'm sure they just love climbing through a full restaurant." She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the mirth silently roll through her, then looking up at him, her blue eyes shining. "When they leave…do they pay in cash? Or because it's a private business do you prefer checks?" She stood, and grabbing one of her bags, walked out of the gazebo, giggling all the way. Jess sat there for a long minute, wondering what the hell had happened. One moment she'd been on the verge of tears, or panic, and then the next she'd been laughing like a mad woman, and at his expense! He tried to be mad, after all, who was she to laugh at him?
"Aren't you coming?" Her voice called out, and unwillingly, as his ears perked to attention, he heard another of her chuckles floating merrily through the air. "After all, you still have to show me this mystery pad." His legs seemed to stand of their own accord, and as he grabbed the second of her duffel bags, somehow he felt as though he was walking towards something important. Something that would change his life.
Author's Note: I know, I know. It was short. But it's sort of like chapter 9. A really cute-and if I do say so myself, it is really cute, filler chapter which is basically sets up the conflict to come. I really felt that this chapter's Rory was really getting back to the basics. She's laughing, she's teasing, she's smiling…she's not a squeaky toy. It's all an author can aspire to.
