So, I still don't own Gilmore Girls… Although it would be totally awesome if I did…Any songs that appear in this chapter aren't mine.
Any references to anything that has been published by another person, isn't mine.
I pretty much own the plot… that's about it.
Also, I don't know anything about the layout of Luke's place. & I'm almost positive that Jess slept on a couch (?) I don't know. I got the first few seasons on DVD, and I'm going to watch them ASAP, but with school and everything, I don't have a lot of time. Wiki doesn't help much either. :/
Oh, and for the sake of the story, Rory didn't lose her virginity to Dean and Luke and Lorelai That would just ruin everything for my story line. (I don't have a story line I just make it up as I go. :P)
Fuck it. I'm making this an alternate reality story. Hopefully you can follow.
Ring Ring… Ring Ring…
"Hello?" I said into my phone.
"Jesus fucking Christ! Where the hell are you?" Kales voice cut through me like knives.
"Kale, I don't want you to have to take care of me anymore. I'm getting help now. I can't talk right now. I promise I'll call you when I'm better."
Click.
I hung up.
I fell back on the bed. A bed that has been slept in. A bed that conforms to by body and holds me close, like arms of a lover. I've been on this bed for 19 hours and I've done nothing but sit on the bed and stare at the couch. The couch that he slept on. I didn't want to touch it, I didn't want to even go near it, but I wanted to feel him. I wanted to be happy like I was when he was here. I want to look into those chocolate eyes and melt like I used to. I want to breathe in his smell, and taste him on my tongue, and hear that smooth voice. I want Jess.
I dreamed of him that night. I actually dreamed. For the first time in months, I actually had a dream.
Jess was standing at the end of the road, and I was running to him. The faster I ran, the farther away I got. I called his name, I told him to meet me halfway, I cried out to him, and he didn't even turn around.
The next morning I woke up to Luke shaking me lightly.
"Rory, it's time to wake up," he whispered.
I groan and roll over. "It's too bright in here," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry. I'll close the blinds."
Once I heard the clack of the blinds closing, I looked at Luke. His soft eyes made me feel at ease.
"Do you need anything?" he asked gently.
"Something for the pain?"
Pain. Nothing could fix this pain. It hurts to deep. Nothing can reach it. Not Tylenol, Percocet, Vodka, cocaine. Nothing can make this hurt go away. No mater what I do, I will never feel normal. There will always be a throbbing feeling in my chest from the jaggedness of my broken heart. Alcohol, coke, pain pills, they numb the pain just enough for me to stand it. Even when it is numbed though, it still hurts. Nothing ever goes completely numb. Like when your at the dentist, getting a tooth pulled, they numb you, but you can still kind of feel the tug on your gums. It doesn't hurt terribly, but it doesn't feel good.
No, I don't. I do not feel good. I feel like…
Bathroom.
I put my head over the toilet and well, you know.
"Oh honey," Luke cooed as he pulled my hair away from my face.
I was totally embarrassed.
Luke, the guy I've known since I can remember, is now watching me throw up, holding my hair, keeping secrets from my mom, letting me live with him, and helping me quit my addictions. Luke deserves the 'Best Citizen/Friend of All Times' award.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered after I flushed the toilet and laid my head on the side of the tub. It's cool and comforting. I closed my eyes.
I heard the water from the sink running and then a warm rag was placed on my forehead. "It's completely okay."
"No, it's not. I was supposed to be this well-kept, straight-A, pristine, virgin child, and now I'm sitting in my moms best friends bathroom, throwing up, and being a nuisance."
"You're not a nuisance," he said softly, as he sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "You, Rory Leigh Gilmore, could never be a nuisance."
I sigh and look up at him. "You're such a nice person."
He kissed the top of my head. "You're such a nice person, too."
"So, I've been thinking, and when I stop detoxing, and I'm working on not needing the crutch of drugs and alcohol, can I clean the apartment and paint it? It's getting kinda grungy in here," I asked one day while we sat and ate breakfast. Well, he ate breakfast. I had a piece of cheese.
"What color?" he probed with caution.
"The same color. I'm not going to change your apartment, it just needs to be repainted, it's getting old and worn out."
He nodded gently. "I'll get some paint and paint brushes tomorrow."
I smiled slightly. "Thanks, Luke."
"I've gotta go open the diner before your mom thinks something is wrong and comes to investigate," he said standing up.
"Good idea."
"I'll be back up to check on you later."
"Okay."
- Luke's Perspective -
I walked down to the diner and said hello to the Ron and Jake, two guys I had preparing food in the kitchen. I flipped the sign and walked back into the kitchen to help with the food. I grabbed the bucket of chopped potatoes that I peeled and cut while Rory was sleeping and poured a some of it onto the left side of the flat top grill and put a couple dozen slices of bacon on the right side.
"Bacon and hash browns on my side," I called out to the boys.
"Eggs, ham and biscuits," Ron said from behind me.
"Gravy, sausage, grits, boiling eggs, and making toast," Jake said down a way from me.
"Thanks guys. Keep an eye on this, Ron, I have to go warm up the doughnuts and make the coffee."
I walked back to the counter and put the coffee on.
"Luke!" Lorelai yelled coming in.
Despite her appearance, she was very happy sounding.
After Rory left, Lorelai took a turn for the worse. She never wore make-up, barely did her hair, and her clothes didn't match most of the time. She didn't even try anymore. Rory leaving broke her heart, and the fact that she never called sent her into a deep, dark depression. Her voice was the only thing that was the same. She was still sarcastic, loud, and aggressive, and I was proud of her for keeping, at least, that much.
"Please, do not yell at me. I do not want to do be yelled at first thing in the morning."
"Well, I want coffee and I want it now," she said in her halfway sarcastic voice.
I sighed and grabbed a coffee cup. I poured the coffee and slid it over to her.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. Slept on my shoulder wrong," I muttered.
All she said was, "oh."
I nodded and rubbed my shoulder. I wasn't lying. My shoulder did hurt and I did sleep on it wrong last night, but I was worried about Rory. She didn't look good, she didn't eat good, and she didn't sleep good. Her pale face was whiter than I had ever seen it, she was skinnier than skinny, she would eat a few pieces of cheese a day if that, and every night, she would toss and turn and cry herself to sleep, and it worried me to death.
"Luke," Lorelai said softly. "I've gotta go. I'll be back at lunch okay?"
I nodded and walked back in the kitchen. "I'll be back down in a few minutes."
I walked upstairs and into the apartment. Rory was asleep on the bed. She was really asleep.
"Jess," she mumbled.
Oh, no.
"Please, come back," her voice shook. "Just one more time."
I sighed and went back downstairs. I picked up the phone and dialed Jess' number.
It rang three times and then a girl answered.
"I need to talk to Jess," I said.
"Who?" she giggled.
"Jess."
It was silent for a minute and then I heard her whisper to Jess. "I thought your name was Ted."
"No, it's Jess and you can go home now," Jess said annoyed. "Hello?"
"Jess, I need you to come back here for a few days."
"Why?"
"I just need you to. Please."
"Umm, alright. I, I guess I can come… Just, I'll be there tomorrow morning."
"Alright. Bye."
I hung up before he had time to change his mind.
I hope she doesn't hate me for this.
