PixiesAddict: Wait, "why do they love each other?" They don't; I explained it in the last chapter... And who said there wasn't anything platonic? I would like to believe their relationship was more than sex. Unless, you meant it was just this story in which they weren't platonic. Oh well, I'm just really confused now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, get over it, stop trying to sue me.
A/N: The song is still "Cup of Coffee" by Garbage. It's a great song, I definitely suggest downloading it or even getting the CD. Oh, and I wrote this quite a while ago, so sorry if it sucks uber badly.
Italics: letters
Bold: flashback
Bold/Italic: lyrics
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She had been staring at the wooden door, as the minutes ticked by on the clock behind her. The rain pattered on the roof, keeping perfect rhythm with the clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Her arms were set appropriately at her sides and her hands were laying flat on her thighs. Appropriate. The one chance that she had to exclude that from her vocabulary and she'd blown it. She knew it wasn't enough to just want to be inappropriate, she had to need it. But she didn't need Jess, she didn't love him, only wanted him.
And she knew she couldn't choose anyone else, because he was the only one that would bring out the ability in her to be inappropriate. So she had asked him and he had been the one to initiate the meeting, and it was then that she realized while she wanted to be inappropriate, to run away from her world and just take someone's hand, whoever, she didn't care, it took more than just that. It took love and trust in Jess; the love and trust in Jess that didn't exist.
So there she was, just staring at the door; the door that his figure had stomped through, slamming it, and saying, "I'm not your yo-yo, and you know it. Stop pretending to love me and I'll stop pretending to love you because we both know it's fake."
It was true, after all. She was flinging around his emotions, up and down and up and down, and telling lies, almost as many as he had. He didn't deserve that and she knew it; he didn't deserve to be her yo-yo, and it seemed he wasn't anymore. He wasn't hers in any way, shape, or form. She didn't even want him to be hers. It was time to move on.
It was time to get over Jess - completely. So maybe it was time for her to take the initiative, like she had the many times before.
So no, of course, we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
Jess,
I'm sorry. And I know - you're not my yo-yo. I get it, we're over. If we don't see each other ever again, then that's okay. I can live with that and I know you can. So, I guess this is goodbye.
Jess read the letter - well, more like note - expressionless. She finally understood. She finally understood what he wanted and needed and that his emotions weren't there to be played with like a yo-yo. She finally got it. They were finally on the same page, there was nothing confusing or misunderstood. It was short and simple and they both knew it.
They were over.
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends
A/N: Yes, it's the end. I personally thought it was one of my better ones in the descriptions and details, though the big picture and plot - was there really one?- was quite rushed. Yeah, well, they can't all be winners.