Disclaimer: I have a 20 year old Milo Ventimiliga tied up in my closet…well, I don't but I wish I did…

A/N: Ok, here I go, turning my perfectly even, 10 stories into 11. 11 is a cool number anyways...11 is the loneliest number...no, that's not it...Oh well. This came to me when I heard it on Smallville. From My Happy Ending, by Avril Lavigne! Read and review please! I'll probably turn it into a Songfic story if I get enough reviews…


My Happy Ending

So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

She stared at him with sad eyes, watching his back move as he walked away. A retching noise snapped her out of her thoughts, but as she pictured him looking back quickly over and over in her head, she couldn't see anything else around her. She wondered what would happen next…but she was distracted by having to hold Lane's hair as she threw up the beer she had so eagerly taken. Rory knew how she felt to not want to feel anything.

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

He continued to walk, his arms stiff. Her face looked so disappointed. Jess was angry more than disappointed himself.

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

His disappointment overcame his feelings, and his look of fury was replaced by frustration. He walked back to the apartment, trying to figure out what to do.

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

Rory stopped at the diner, but he was just standing there, wiping down the counter, looking sexy as the muscles moved under his beige shirt. She felt fear overcome her and she quickly walked away.

Jess looked up, and seeing Rory walking past the window, he went around the counter, but as he reached the glass door, he retreated back to the safety of his counter.

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

Rory felt determined this time, and she walked all the way to the door this time. She saw him still wiping the counter, and reached for the handle, but chickened out.

Jess saw her again, and he threw the dirty rag down, running to the door. At the last minute, he swerved away from it, and headed back to the counter.

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

Luke watched the crazy pair as they continuously sped around the area of the diner, every time missing each other. Rory finally walked towards the funeral, and Jess went towards the door again, but shook his head in surrender.

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

Jess sat on the bus, reading, and confusing Rory. She spun her head again, reassuring herself that he was really there. The bus stopped and Rory squished through the passengers and over to the back. "Hi…" she softly said. He snapped his head up in surprise. "H-hi…" he stumbled over his words.

"Can I sit?" She hadn't even known her voice could go that soft.


It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

He nodded. They sat in silence for a moment before Jess said something.

"I can't take you to prom…" he quietly said.

Rory looked at him quickly, then stared at her hands. "Oh…"

"I'm not graduating…and I'm going to California, to see my dad," Jess blurted out before he could hold the truth back.


You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

Rory snapped her head up, an angry and sad look on her face. "So, you were just going to leave without saying goodbye?" She asked, her voice rising a little.

"You weren't supposed to be here…" Jess responded.

"What about me…?" She held in her tears.

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

"I'm sorry…" he whispered. "I-" he stammered, unable to finish his sentence. He looked at the floor, his sarcastic voice gone for the first time. The bus came to a stop, Rory's stop to be specific…

"Jess…" Rory quietly said, anger still filling it. He looked up and she bit her lip, trying to pretend he didn't have tears in his eyes, because Jess Mariano would never cry.

I'm sorry you're leaving me…she planned. "I love you…" she blurted out, covering her mouth as the words escaped from her lips as if it would pull them back.

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
So much for my happy ending

She kissed him gently and ran off the bus before her mind could ingest what she had just done.

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...


A/N: Ok, I know what you're thinking. Because I'm psychic, that's why! Yes, I can read the minds of people. Ok, why am I asking myself questions and then answering them? Probably because I'm crazy! Ah, there I go again. I'm in a low sugar mood, sorry. When I get low on sugar I go crazy, then all dead-like. Yeah, that's weird. And when I'm on a sugar high, I just go plain crazy. I always thought it was strange my self. Ok, sorry, I'll stop with the babbling now. I changed it, because I felt like it of course. Maybe Rory will get her happy ending? Well, if you review enough, I'll continue with the story, so please review!