Disclaimer: I don't own Jess, or the Gilmore Girls.
A/N: I needed a break from the disaster that is my other GG story, and I've had this written for a while. It's short, but I hope you enjoy it.
Perfection
She is perfect. Or at the very least she looks perfect. She has blond hair, he has always been a sucker for blondes, and more importantly she likes him. He assumes she likes him, they never really talked about that. She isn't so great at conversations, about the only things she reads are the headlines of magazines in the check out line at the market, not to mention that her IQ could probably be rivaled by that of a potato.
Her conversational skills and IQ really aren't of much consequence though, they don't talk much. Their mouths are usually otherwise occupied, and, at least with her, it's better this way. She would probably let him go all the way, she has certainly hinted at that. They haven't though, he isn't interested in doing any more than kissing her. If he is honest with himself, which he does try to be on occasion, he isn't really that interested in kissing her either. She is just a toy, something to keep him occupied. It's wrong, he knows this, and it is cruel to make her believe that he is thinking about her when they kiss. But he thinks that it would be worse to tell her that when they kiss he is imagining Roary Gilmore.
A/N2: Please, please, please review! If you review I will reply, and if you have stories published I will try my best to review one of them. I'm groveling here!