Later that evening, Rory walked down into the basement. Jess had saved up some money, enough to buy him a cheap guitar so that he could go back to writing music. It didn't sound as good as the other guitar, but it'd do for now.
"Hey…" Rory replied softly as her foot reached the last step.
Jess looked up from his pen and paper. "Hey."
"You must think I'm horrible…" Rory began.
"I've came to the conclusion both of us have running away issues." Jess easily replied. "I knew you'd come back when you were ready."
"Are you writing?" Rory took a seat on the bed.
"Yeah." Jess smirked. "Want to hear?"
"Sure."
Jess grabbed his guitar and began to strum long, low, chords. The guitar began to serenade the young girl.
What I don't know
Is if you're ready
What you don't know
Is if I'm willing to conform
What we don't know
Is if we have the power
But what they don't know
Baby, won't hurt 'em
Let's take things slow
And just move along
Got no place to go
And our nights are long
And while they sleep
Without hearing a peep
Our love can grow strong
Let's not talk about
Wrong and right
Let's just sit here
In the pale moonlight
You can tell me stories
Of your home far away
And I'll bring back memories
From dear ole LA
Oh, let's just be
You and me
And see where we go from there
Make it less complicated
And get more fixated
On the happiness that we can share
Both Jess and Rory were smiley widely after the last verse. Jess let the guitar sing along for a few moments, and then cleared his throat to come in with the last lines.
I'll be your friend
Your companion till the end
And You'll never have to doubt
I'm willing to wait
As long as it takes
For you to figure it out
Let's not talk about
Wrong and right
Let's just sit here
In the pale moonlight
You can tell me stories
Of your home far away
And I'll bring back memories
From dear ole LA….
Jess removed the guitar from his lap. "What do you think?"
"I think that's the best song I've ever heard in my life." Rory grinned.
"Aw, you're just saying that." Jess teased.
"No, I'm not." Rory replied. "It's incredible. I love it. You're so talented."
"Well, I have good inspiration." Jess smiled. He moved from his chair to the bed where Rory was sitting. "There's a nice full moon tonight. Want to tell me about London?" Jess propped a pillow behind his back.
"What do you want to know?" Rory leaned back beside Jess.
"Everything." Jess replied. "Start from the beginning."
"Well, the farthest back I can remember is when I was four and my mom wanted to take me school shopping. I'd been sick, and Trix had insisted that I stay in for a few more days. Mom was determined to break me out of the house though, so we actually ended up sneaking out 6:00 am one morning. We didn't come back till late that evening. Trix was so mad, but she couldn't help but give mom props for sneaking out in such a conniving manner.." Rory smiled.
Jess put his arm around Rory. "Alright, what's your second memory?"