Chapter 2
Rory walks straight to her desk upon returning from her conference. Finally, a Paris free moment… She knows exactly what to say to Jess. All she has to do now is get it out onto paper. She begins to write and the words she's been dying to say are finally being put our there for him to read.
'Dear Jess,
Sometimes I feel like I'm living a sitcom. I mean, seriously, how else would you describe my life? I have an eccentric mother who is in love with the diner man who is equally in love with her though neither will admit it. I have a best friend whose mother is insane and then there's me, who breaks up with her perfect boyfriend because she likes the town bad boy. Yes, by "town bad boy" I mean you. The kiss at Sookie's wedding did mean something to me even if it had no effect on you. So, write me back or call me and give me your opinion, but if you call, please have something to say.
Love,
Rory'
Jess sits in the diner staring at the letter in his hands. His face showing absolutely none of the emotions bubbling up inside of him.
'She likes me? And she broke up with bag boy? Hmm… maybe I should write her back… and soon she comes home in a week!'
With that thought, Jess quickly left the diner with Luke yelling up behind him. He went to his desk and began to write.
'Dear Rory,
Well, its nice to know that I have some part to play in that nice little sitcom we all know is your life. Why would you not assume I knew I was the town bad boy? I worked hard to earn that name! Sookie's wedding meant something to me too. You telling me not to say anything made me think you didn't feel anything. I'm pleasantly surprised. Write me or call me… and "if you call please have something to say." Picture me imitating your mother imitating you.
Love,
Jess'
Rory sat at her desk, letter in hand, completely speechless. He felt something too.