A/N Thank you veyr much reviewers! I appreciate it! A lot! Well, please enjoy the wonderfully short chapter:D
Author: Queen of Weird
Disclaimer: nothing at all has changed since the LAST chapter
Summary: What if Rory hadn't let Jess just walk away in 4th season's episode: 'Nag Himmandi is Where They Found the Gnastic Gospel'? This is my version of what would happen
Chapter Four
Everywhere I turned seemed unsafe. Even home would be a mortal mistake. Mom would be there. She'd ask what was wrong, and the lump in my throat would dissolve ninto my eyes, and I would burst out sobbing.
I walked around in circles for what felt like hours, but in reality was but minutes. My hands were buried into my pockets, I was muttering to myself.
I finally decided. I ran back home, left Mom a post-it on the table with a little hershey kiss, and hopped into my car and drove off back to Yale.
Everything went wrong these past few days. Jess's confession, my blabbering, him getting together with Shane. I can't believe him. He told me he loved me, and now...now he's back with ice-cube girl!
Soon I was back in my dorm, sitting on the couch. But I wasn't really there. I was back on the bridge, dead from shcok. With that kiss, Jess had taken my soul and heart away from me. Now I was just an image-a shattered image of what once was Rory Gilmore.
"RorY?" came Tanna's small, mouse-like voice. I looked up with an empty expression. My usually sparkly eyes were like never-ending pools. Only not of waters or crystals, but of oil. The black, the emptiness, seemed to over-power the usually thrilling blue.
"Hmm?" I questioned, staring at her. I creeped even Tanna, the airy, dreamy, spaced-out Tanna, out. She seemed jitterish, nervous even. "Are you okay?" she squeaked.
"Oh I'm fine!" Monotone. Blank, monotone. Somehow this too scared Tanna, and she backed away like a little mouse. I turned back to the screen. What would really be frightening is if I scared Paris.
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Well, I didn't scare Paris, but I did worry her! Shocker, huh? Whoever knew she had such warm emotions towards ANYONE!
I went to bed and listened to Paris talk to herself as I tried falling asleep. I lay in the darkness, my ear leaning against my pillow. My stomach was queasy, and my heart...did I have a heart anymore?
No. I don't think I did. It was gone.
At last, my eyelids dropped like window blinds, and my breathing went light and airy, and I slept peacefully. Could my heart be beating? I might have felt a light throb come in my sleep, but just as soon, it disappeared. My heart died when he ran away, and was replaced by a candy heart, with their stupd little syaings. And then he had to take that as well when he confessed his feelings.
A wind blew through the slightly open window. But my hair stayed still like straw-brown straw. I sat and waited in a deep deep sleep, waiting for my prnce charming to come again. Waiting for my two hearts to be returned to me. Waiting for all to be well again.
It was just like Sleeping Beauty. The princess in a deep sleep. The prince fighting to get her. And the withch, having everything she wants. The witch is Shane. The prince is Jess, only he stopped fighting it seemed, and the princess would wake up, but she would actually remain sleeping in her mind, curled up, crying. And people would look at her, and sh'd stare at them through her blank eyes, and remain silent.
At the moment, a china doll was more life-like than me.
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When I woke up, I was absent minded in getting dressed. If Paris hadn't pointed it out, I'd still be wearing a mini skirt inside out, and an African looking shirt, that completely COVERED the skirt. So I chnage dinto plain jeans and a plain, maroon colored shirt.
I went to class, and I took notes and everything. But I wasn't there. So I went to lunch and sat with Marty. He kept looking at me, concerned. "Rory?" he asked. I looked up and stared through lifeless eyes at him. "You aren't eating..." he pointe dout nervously.
"Guess I'm not all that hungry..." I shrugged. "I'm going to call my Mom. Be right back."
I got up and walked into the hall. I didn't call the home phone, or her cell, or the under-construction-Dragonfly. Instead, I called Luke's diner. The phone rang a few times, before someone picke dup.
"Hello?" said the oh so familiar voice
"Hi," I said, voice cracking.
"Rory? Why did you call here?" He had a tone to his voice, important, excited, happy? All emotion s I felt incapable of. But right now I felt embarrassed and like an idiot. "I thought my Mom might be here..." I replied. It sounded stupid
"Why didn't you just call her cell?"
"I didn't wnat to raise her phone bill..." My voice was getitng smaller and smaller, and tears were pilling up in my eyes. I was shaking, I couldn't talk to him, not even over the phone.
"Oh. Well, she isn't here." I could hera the smirk in his voice
"Trust me I didn't call to talk to you!" I regained my voice for just a moment, but then it fell down again. "Good-bye!"
"Bye Rory..."
And I hung up. And then I collapsed. I fell to the ground, sobbing hysterically. My cellphone fell and slid behind the giant clay pot that sat beside me. I was making a scene. I hated making a scene. My hair fell in front of my face and I just cried and cried.
A moment later I herad a concerned voice. "Rory? Rory!" And comforting arms were around me. I kept crying, knowing who it was. And I felt guilty suddenly for wishing it was someone else. I buried my face into his chest and wettened his shirt. He didn't care. And that was whata good friend does...
a/n short chapter once more! Sorry it was sappy and maybe stupid. I don't know. It was neccessary I know that. Well,please review with whatever! I can takre it all! Flames do not burn me, so go ahead and give 'em! Just please review!
Oh, just actually, one thing: do not tell me about the speling of things. I stink so badly at typing, so don't bother telling jme about it!
