Rory slipped into her seat on the bus. Her face felt numb, and she doubted it was just from the February chill. There were tears on her face, and she sniffled ever so often. She checked her watch. Seven twenty-six. She wasn't close to Hartford.
"Crap, I'm gonna be late," she said, to the air. She got up to just go home instead.
Rory walked towards the front of the bus. The doors opened, but a hoard of people climbed in, restraining her from moving. That is, until two men that were arguing knocked into Rory shoving her into the lap of a nearby passenger. Rory's book bag fell onto the floor, and her head banged on the window of the bus, her butt in the lap of a stranger.
"Oh. Sorry," Rory said, wiping her eyes. She looked up at her human chair. It was a boy, with dark hair, and a coy smile. He had a leather jacket and was holding a book. Oedipus.
'I'm Jess," he said, unaware of the fact that his hand was on her lap.
"I'm Rory Gilmore. Lorelai, actually. My mom was under a feminism attack when she had me. She wondered why men can name their kids after them, but girls can't, so she was high on all these pregnancy pills… Sorry, I'm rambling." Rory blushed. "I'll get off your lap now." Rory picked herself up and sat in the seat next to 'Jess'.
Rory looked at the book.
"Oh, I liked that one. Do you read much?" Rory asked him.
"What is much?" Jess said and got up to get off the bus, now that the crowd thinned a little bit. "Goodbye Lorelai Gilmore."