3.07b They Shoot Gilmores, Don't They?

Now Jess had seen signs all over the town
And heard that the Gilmores would be heading down.
His manner was deviled, as rotten eggs smell,
So Jess had a mind to give Rory hell.

So when, from the lips of his steady-girl Shane,
Did come the suggestion that they not refrain,
He told her in no way would he ever dance
But, if they could watch, then he'd take the chance.

And while they were there, well if he could manage
He'd place himself where he'd have the advantage
To mess with a mind and leave it provoked.
All kindness to Rory this Jess now revoked.

So, later that morning, the two incurred wrath
When, straight through the dance floor, the two cleared a path
And then, on the bleachers, the two stayed an hour
And, at both of them, did Rory's gaze glower.

All heated and sharp were the glances they shared
As each, at the other, aggressively stared
'Til wrenching their eyes, as one would require,
To keep one's desires just under the wire.

But why would he stay there to watch her like that?
Should only a girlfriend earn such staring-at!
So clearly, thought Rory, that what Jess was doing
Was leading her on! Her anger was brewing.

To stay near the bleachers and closer to Dean
Did Lorelai lead, unmindful of scene.
And Rory kept mum about the standoff.
To say something now would tip her mom off.

But Hour Fourteen brought profound degradation,
With two merely standing and swaying in station.
(When Kirk and his partner did dance closer though,
The Elder did perk up and put on a show.)

The longer their viewership scornfully stayed,
The more Rory's nerves were filed down and frayed,
The more that her lips were fastened in frown.
And, like her poor feet, her heart was worn down.

A horn broke the stillness. So loudly it jangled,
That even her thoughts it suddenly strangled!
And, though Runaround could make Rory grieve,
At least from those eyes, it posed a reprieve.

And likewise, for Jess, abatement it brought.
That Rory was stronger than even he'd thought!
He watched her run 'round and rose to his feet.
He slipped from the gym and out to the street.

Poor Shane had dozed off but now she awoke.
(The Runaround horn the nastiest joke.)
She found Jess was gone but she had a hunch
That he'd headed off in search of a lunch.

Shane waited a moment but no one was near
To catch her attention. So then did she steer
Herself where she might, with Jess, go matchup.
He'd gone on ahead but now she'd catch up.

Now Shane grew aware of war waged with words
Which three angry teens shared, roughly in thirds.
Her boyfriend was there, as Rory and Dean.
And Shane, as of yet, they still hadn't seen.

Their words spoke of duty, support of a town.
New York the girl swapped, for her proper noun,
And there should Jess go! Her orders she slapped.
Jess scowled and offered a "Zing! I've been snapped!"

Shane listened, as on went their wordy combat.
"You think that you're bugging me staring like that?"
Which Jess turned around and, with a cool sneer,
Repeated right back, his words to, her, spear.

Then Rory's response came cool and self-righteous
To outline her thoughts with certain forthrightness,
"I can't, while I dance, my eyes from you screen,
But when I can choose, my eyes go to Dean!"

"She looks at me freely, whereas she has to
Apply certain force to look then at you?"
Jess twisted the words to satire unfold.
He offered condolence, "I'm sorry! That's cold!"

"Go home!" Rory ordered, a tear in her eye.
"Get out of my way!" She meant to brush by.
The sandwiches Rory had aim to obtain
And Jess, to her, spoke with bitter disdain.

The Fates heard the tone their talk had acquired
And felt for the hardship in which they'd been mired.
They called now on Shane to step in between
And pull Jess away, to end rueful scene.

Shane heard the discussion that each had expressed
And saw on their faces emotions suppressed.
Then Shane had the feeling of something amiss:
Of something between them she couldn't dismiss.

Why should those two care so much where they look?
Why must they be fighting by hook or by crook?
Why can't they exist in the same public space?
And then all the reasons just fell into place.

The thread of her life was tinted so brightly
With yellow's enlightenment guiding her slightly.
(The Moirai had pinned it for some other purpose
And hadn't considered this use for the surplus!)

She'd thought it was strange that Jess would agree
To sit in the gym for dancing to see!
But now it was clear: he'd come for this girl!
The thoughts in Shane's head then started to swirl.

And then she flashed back to when she'd been cursed
To hear, while at work, the brunette's outburst.
The girl likes him back! Shane thought with a fear.
And Shane was her rival, so did it appear.

She must put a stop to this little dance
And nip at the bud their budding romance.
She walked up to Jess and spoke of her limits,
"Hey, where did you go? I sat twenty minutes."

But he'd no regard for such an outburst
(Since sipped he another with much greater thirst).
The food, did Jess mention—and Shane was so hungry!—
But Rory rejected his comment quite bluntly.

"The food's for the dancers," she cattily boiled.
The bile in Shane's stomach then turbidly roiled.
"Hey look, Bobby Brady," Shane coolly began,
"Just go get a life." And get your own man.

Jess finally turned to offer to Shane
The reasons of Rory that he could explain,
"Seems Rory's been feeling possessive today."
And Shane could now say she felt the same way.

Jess laid his strong arm astride of Shane's shoulder
But, for his affection, could not have seemed colder.
Some daggers were shooting from out of his eyes
To show the brunette that he did, her, despise.

And Rory ducked into the arms of her beau
To deal onto Jess reciprocal blow.
She countered, as well, with her deadliest glare
To mirror right back his virulent stare.

Then Shane and her man went off on their way
And Shane, from the gym, suggested they stray.
Their path, from the other, she hoped would diverge.
To watch much more dancing, she hadn't the urge.

But Jess, her suggestion, did, sulking, dismiss.
Her shock and dismay ran rampant at this.
He wanted to stay, to see who would win.
A meaning more deep did Shane see within.

While Jess, in his anger, did stew even still,
Did Shane swallow down her own bitter pill:
This battle she'd won. But, without delay,
The war would continue on some other day.

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