A/N: This is a sequel to my other story, Always Leave Them Wanting More. So
I HIGHLY suggest that you read the other one FIRST! Otherwise this one
won't make much sense.
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Intro...
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Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you...
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Rory collapsed on her bed. It had been a long, long night. Since she was officially out of school, her mother had been encouraging her to stay out extra late and savor the feeling of such freedom. She seemed to forget that there was nothing to do in Stars Hollow late at night besides hang out at Luke's drinking coffee and steal junk food from the back room when he wasn't looking.
Looking at the clock, her eyes widened. It was almost 11 o'clock. Considering the high speed at which Jess generally drove, when Rory wasn't in the passenger seat demanding that he slow down, he should have gotten to New York about 45 minutes ago. Rory rushed to the living room and checked the messages.
"You have one new message," said the mechanical voice on the answering machine.
Rory smiled. "He's a good man; true to his word."
"First new message," said the voice.
"Rory," said Lane's voice over the phone's speaker, "We HAVE to talk. Come down to the party, PLEASE? I'll be there for a while, my mother thinks I'm staying at your house tonight, so please come down, it's important! Ok, gotta go, bye."
Rory sighed, disappointed. He hadn't called like he'd said he would. Rory reached for the phone impulsively and began to dial his number from memory, but stopped herself after the first few numbers. "Don't freak out," she prompted herself, putting the phone down, decidedly. "Everything's ok now, there's no reason to get all girly and insecure." After a sigh, she stood and headed upstairs to her mother's room.
"Hey mom, could I- what are you doing?"
Lorelai was standing in front of the mirror, her shirt lifted up to expose her stomach, a pout on her lips. "I think Taylor's soda shoppe made me fat."
"After one night of eating there?" Rory tried to reason with her.
"Look at my stomach!" Lorelai whined. "It's getting so big, it's about ready to start it's own website!"
"Mom,--"
"Www.lorelai'sbigfatstomach.com."
"Mom, I-"
"It's going global in a week, and they're designing promotional tee shirts as we speak."
"Mom," Rory said with a sigh, "as much as I sympathize with you and your tummy ache, I need to ask you a serious question, and therefore I need you to be just a little serious. But only for a little bit, I promise."
Lorelai let her shirt fall back down into place. "Fine. What's the story, morning glory?"
Rory sighed. "I know it's kind of late, but Lane is still at the graduation party, and she left a message saying she really needs me to come down there for some reason. I don't really know why, but I-"
"Oh honey, enough said," Lorelai cut her explanation off. "Lane needs you. Go on, have fun. Be back by 1:30 at the latest ok?"
Rory smiled, grateful. "Probably earlier than that," she said, heading towards the stairs.
"Yeah whatever!" Lorelai called after her. "If you can't find anything slutty enough to wear, come back up, I'll lend you something!"
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The roads seemed to extend on forever.
Jess liked that about highways. If it weren't for the yellow lines glaring in his eyes, driving on the highway would almost be like sleep. It was just calm; the only thing that could make it better was a good book. Well... that, and a certain someone sitting in the passenger seat.
He almost regretted not asking her to come with him. But after a moment of consideration, he decided it would be better this way. He didn't want her to have to see him when he finally met the man whose mere existence had plagued his thoughts for years. He couldn't predict, or even imagine what his reaction might be. He didn't want to. It nearly made him sick to his stomach to think of it.
It was getting late. He should have been there by now... but he'd already spontaneously turned back towards Stars Hollow twice in a sudden panic. He'd get halfway back to the fairy tale town before realizing how stupid he was acting and turning once again back towards New York.
But now it was late, and he was right between the two places he'd ever thought of as home. He had to stop and rest. He wasn't good at driving long distances. He'd grown up in New York City; he only ever used the train or his own two feet.
Spotting a sign for a motel, Jess pulled off the highway, turning his music up to keep himself wide awake. But as he put on the brakes in the parking lot, he turned the music down low and pulled out his cell phone. He wanted to call her. He'd promised he would.
One ring. Two rings. Three. Four.
Click.
"Hey there, you've reached Lorelai and little Lorelai at the Crap shack. Leave us a name and a number, and maybe we'll call you back." Giggle. "Hey I rhymed! Here's the beep!"
Jess hung up before the answering machine started recording him. He didn't really have anything to say; he didn't know why he'd really called in the first place.
With a sigh, he locked his car and headed to the front desk to get a room for the night. He would call her tomorrow, after he got there... if he could ever work up enough nerve to actually make it there.
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A/N: So yeah, sorry guys, I know that was really short. But hey it was just an introduction. The next chapter, which will be longer, will be up by the end of the week I promise. Please give me feedback!!!!!! Please!!!!!
~Emaline
ps. The story is named after a song by this group called Rooney... they're not bad, I would recommend them to anybody who wants something fun and uplifting to listen to.
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Intro...
******************************
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you...
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Rory collapsed on her bed. It had been a long, long night. Since she was officially out of school, her mother had been encouraging her to stay out extra late and savor the feeling of such freedom. She seemed to forget that there was nothing to do in Stars Hollow late at night besides hang out at Luke's drinking coffee and steal junk food from the back room when he wasn't looking.
Looking at the clock, her eyes widened. It was almost 11 o'clock. Considering the high speed at which Jess generally drove, when Rory wasn't in the passenger seat demanding that he slow down, he should have gotten to New York about 45 minutes ago. Rory rushed to the living room and checked the messages.
"You have one new message," said the mechanical voice on the answering machine.
Rory smiled. "He's a good man; true to his word."
"First new message," said the voice.
"Rory," said Lane's voice over the phone's speaker, "We HAVE to talk. Come down to the party, PLEASE? I'll be there for a while, my mother thinks I'm staying at your house tonight, so please come down, it's important! Ok, gotta go, bye."
Rory sighed, disappointed. He hadn't called like he'd said he would. Rory reached for the phone impulsively and began to dial his number from memory, but stopped herself after the first few numbers. "Don't freak out," she prompted herself, putting the phone down, decidedly. "Everything's ok now, there's no reason to get all girly and insecure." After a sigh, she stood and headed upstairs to her mother's room.
"Hey mom, could I- what are you doing?"
Lorelai was standing in front of the mirror, her shirt lifted up to expose her stomach, a pout on her lips. "I think Taylor's soda shoppe made me fat."
"After one night of eating there?" Rory tried to reason with her.
"Look at my stomach!" Lorelai whined. "It's getting so big, it's about ready to start it's own website!"
"Mom,--"
"Www.lorelai'sbigfatstomach.com."
"Mom, I-"
"It's going global in a week, and they're designing promotional tee shirts as we speak."
"Mom," Rory said with a sigh, "as much as I sympathize with you and your tummy ache, I need to ask you a serious question, and therefore I need you to be just a little serious. But only for a little bit, I promise."
Lorelai let her shirt fall back down into place. "Fine. What's the story, morning glory?"
Rory sighed. "I know it's kind of late, but Lane is still at the graduation party, and she left a message saying she really needs me to come down there for some reason. I don't really know why, but I-"
"Oh honey, enough said," Lorelai cut her explanation off. "Lane needs you. Go on, have fun. Be back by 1:30 at the latest ok?"
Rory smiled, grateful. "Probably earlier than that," she said, heading towards the stairs.
"Yeah whatever!" Lorelai called after her. "If you can't find anything slutty enough to wear, come back up, I'll lend you something!"
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The roads seemed to extend on forever.
Jess liked that about highways. If it weren't for the yellow lines glaring in his eyes, driving on the highway would almost be like sleep. It was just calm; the only thing that could make it better was a good book. Well... that, and a certain someone sitting in the passenger seat.
He almost regretted not asking her to come with him. But after a moment of consideration, he decided it would be better this way. He didn't want her to have to see him when he finally met the man whose mere existence had plagued his thoughts for years. He couldn't predict, or even imagine what his reaction might be. He didn't want to. It nearly made him sick to his stomach to think of it.
It was getting late. He should have been there by now... but he'd already spontaneously turned back towards Stars Hollow twice in a sudden panic. He'd get halfway back to the fairy tale town before realizing how stupid he was acting and turning once again back towards New York.
But now it was late, and he was right between the two places he'd ever thought of as home. He had to stop and rest. He wasn't good at driving long distances. He'd grown up in New York City; he only ever used the train or his own two feet.
Spotting a sign for a motel, Jess pulled off the highway, turning his music up to keep himself wide awake. But as he put on the brakes in the parking lot, he turned the music down low and pulled out his cell phone. He wanted to call her. He'd promised he would.
One ring. Two rings. Three. Four.
Click.
"Hey there, you've reached Lorelai and little Lorelai at the Crap shack. Leave us a name and a number, and maybe we'll call you back." Giggle. "Hey I rhymed! Here's the beep!"
Jess hung up before the answering machine started recording him. He didn't really have anything to say; he didn't know why he'd really called in the first place.
With a sigh, he locked his car and headed to the front desk to get a room for the night. He would call her tomorrow, after he got there... if he could ever work up enough nerve to actually make it there.
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A/N: So yeah, sorry guys, I know that was really short. But hey it was just an introduction. The next chapter, which will be longer, will be up by the end of the week I promise. Please give me feedback!!!!!! Please!!!!!
~Emaline
ps. The story is named after a song by this group called Rooney... they're not bad, I would recommend them to anybody who wants something fun and uplifting to listen to.