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Rating: Warning M
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NOTE THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER BUT IN JESS'S POV.
Disclaimer: I don't Gilmore girls, silly ducklings. )
I was sleeping peacefully. 'Was' being the oprative word here, I was sleeping, until my crazy mother started bouncing on my bed, singing.
"Je-ess, wake up sleepy head. You have to go to Hell, it's Monday, remember? Oh Jessie!'" She continued in her shrill, sing song voice.
I took my pillow from beneath my head and swatted her with it, she dogded the shots well, used to my morning crankiness. "Don't call me 'Jessie,'" I spit the name in disgust, I hated it when she called me that, especially since she knew it bugged me and said it for that exact purpose.
She pouted, "Okay Mr. Grumpy Pants, you sure need some coffee. Maybe it'll knock that stick out of your ass, that or maybe seeing Rory at the diner," She sing songed my best friend's name and giggled when I blushed, it took a lot to make me blush, but accusing me of liking Rory made blushing a piece of cake.
I ignored the last part anyway, pushing her off my bed and making her land on the floor with a 'thump,' "Now leave so I can get dressed women," I said playfully.
She glared at me and got off the floor, but her eyes brightened as she exclaimed, "Then we go get coffee!" She skipped out if the room.
I sighed, running a hand tiredly down my face. I was exhausted. I got up anyway and got dressed, something in my gut told me today was going to be a bad day. I told it to shut up.
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I kept a steady pace as I walked to the diner that wasn't too far from my house, unlike my mother who skipped ahead, making a spectical of herself. We finally got there and, as my mother predicted, Rory was there pouring coffee and taking orders. She was wearing a light blue shirt that matched her eyes perfectley, and well fitted jeans. She looked pretty, though I would never tell her that, risk losing my rep? Never.
We walked in, the annoying bell jingled, signaling our entrance. She automatically looked up and smiled when she saw that it was us. We sat down at the counter and she came over to talk to us, it wasn't usually busy in the mornings, considering the fact that sane people liked to actually sleep. I went to the diner every morning, usually with my mom, sometimes without. Rory and I always walked to school together and we liked to get some coffee before we had to got to Hell. Rory didn't consider it Hell though, she liked school. Freak.
"Hey, coffee?" She asked as soon as she walked over to us.
My mom raised an eyebrow, "I'll pretend that was a hypothetical question."
Rory nodded, "Right," She poured our coffee and sat down with us, she checked her watch after a few minutes of playing catch up and exclaimed, "We're gonna be late!"
She pulled my wrist while she grabbed her backpack and pulled me out of the diner. Geez, for someone who never went to a gym or excercised she sure was strong.
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I sighed heavily as I walkedhome from school, AM detention and a thousand word report, along with a lab for science and algebra homework. It was truly his own personal Hell. I'd been having that strange feeling all day, and on top of that I couldn't help be worried for Rory. She had dark circles under her eyes, she looked exhausted. I offered to walk her home, but she claimed she was fine and left. I'd decided that I'd check up on her later, to make sure she got home okay and was feeling better.
I finally got home, and called out to see if Lorelai was there. She wasn't home so she was probably still at work. I left a quick note, saying I'd be at rory's if she needed me and that I'd be home soon. I stuck it on the coffee pot, where I knew my mother would go to first, and left.
I took my piece of crap car and drove the short distance to Rory's apartment. I only brought my car with me so we could leave and have fun somewhere else. I hoped Paul, her stepdad, wouldn't be there. I hated him. Rory didn't know why and to tell the truth, neither did I. He just gave me a weird feeling. I especially didn't like the look he gave Rory sometimes, like some of the boys did at school. It made me want to punch his lights out.
I got to the apartment complex and walked up the stairs to floor 26. I knew it would have been easier to take the elevator, but the dreading feeling grew and I felt the need to calm and compose myself before I got there.
I made it to her floor and knocked lightly on the door. I didn't get an answer but found out that the door was unlocked. I entered and went to her room, again knocking. This time I heard a scratchy, 'Come in,' I poked my head in and smiled, but quickly frowned as I shut the door behind me.
There, on the bed, naked, covered by a light sheet was Rory, looking up at the ceiling with a dead look in her eyes.
I immediately knew what had happened.
I walked over to the bed, spitting out her stepdad's name and she nodded her assent.
I sat on her bed, pulling her into my lap gently, wrapping her in a blanket and cradling her in my arms.
She fell asleep.