Rating: G, for now nothing to worry about.
Disclaimer: Unless you see any new characters, everything is Amy Sherman- Palladino's NOT mine.
Summary: What if Jess hadn't been able to go to California, what if there was something holding him back... (Literati)
Author's Note: I'm a big fan-fic fan, but this is my first one so go easy on me... please. I know this chapter's gonna be really, really short, but the others will be longer, you know how it is. I hope you like it, because this is how it should have been. And don't forget to review, because all of you are my inspiration.
Rory stood at the podium. Rivers of empty words, that she had read aloud so many times, flowed off of her tongue subconsciously. Her eyes glazed over every word of that speech, though it was really unnecessary since she had practiced it countless times. She had worked so hard on this speech, giving it sentimentality and eloquence, but now that she was there, in the moment they lost it all. But the strange thing was, she couldn't fathom why. All of the things she had said about her years at Chilton or her loved ones had been true. It was just that something felt different, mysterious, like something, or someone was present.
Luckily, while her mind scattered all about trying to figure out what was different, her mouth kept moving and the words came out for her. It was as if she had swallowed a tape recorder and told it to play at the right time. The presence grew stronger, like it was starting at her. She routinely rotated from left to right, as to obtain eye contact with everyone, and not have to concentrate on who she was looking at. This is the way she had always practiced.
Still her mind was fixed on the peculiar feeling. Now she needed to find out what it was. She sped up in order to finish her speech more quickly. The presence was watching her, smirking at her even. Only one person's smirk had ever been able to make her smile. How she longed for him to be here, watching, waiting for it to be over as eagerly as she did. But he was gone, that's what Luke had told her mother. Gone to California or something like that, involving his father. And the chance of him coming back was slim to none. She had loved him, though she didn't want to admit it, and something told her that his feelings weren't empty either.
She came to the conclusion of her speech. The loud applause flowed over the audience like a tidal wave. She swore she could hear her mother shout something, but she didn't care what it was. She was too preoccupied. She had to find out why she had this feeling. Then she saw it. Standing in the back of the courtyard. It almost made her trip down the stairs. She speeded towards it and stopped about ten feet in front. It was what she truly wanted. It was Jess.
Did it suck? Was it okay? Was it acceptable? Please review, if you don't I might not keep writing. If I do the next one will be from Jess's perspective, a flash back, so please review. Oh, and something surprising will happen, you'll just have to be patient.
Disclaimer: Unless you see any new characters, everything is Amy Sherman- Palladino's NOT mine.
Summary: What if Jess hadn't been able to go to California, what if there was something holding him back... (Literati)
Author's Note: I'm a big fan-fic fan, but this is my first one so go easy on me... please. I know this chapter's gonna be really, really short, but the others will be longer, you know how it is. I hope you like it, because this is how it should have been. And don't forget to review, because all of you are my inspiration.
Rory stood at the podium. Rivers of empty words, that she had read aloud so many times, flowed off of her tongue subconsciously. Her eyes glazed over every word of that speech, though it was really unnecessary since she had practiced it countless times. She had worked so hard on this speech, giving it sentimentality and eloquence, but now that she was there, in the moment they lost it all. But the strange thing was, she couldn't fathom why. All of the things she had said about her years at Chilton or her loved ones had been true. It was just that something felt different, mysterious, like something, or someone was present.
Luckily, while her mind scattered all about trying to figure out what was different, her mouth kept moving and the words came out for her. It was as if she had swallowed a tape recorder and told it to play at the right time. The presence grew stronger, like it was starting at her. She routinely rotated from left to right, as to obtain eye contact with everyone, and not have to concentrate on who she was looking at. This is the way she had always practiced.
Still her mind was fixed on the peculiar feeling. Now she needed to find out what it was. She sped up in order to finish her speech more quickly. The presence was watching her, smirking at her even. Only one person's smirk had ever been able to make her smile. How she longed for him to be here, watching, waiting for it to be over as eagerly as she did. But he was gone, that's what Luke had told her mother. Gone to California or something like that, involving his father. And the chance of him coming back was slim to none. She had loved him, though she didn't want to admit it, and something told her that his feelings weren't empty either.
She came to the conclusion of her speech. The loud applause flowed over the audience like a tidal wave. She swore she could hear her mother shout something, but she didn't care what it was. She was too preoccupied. She had to find out why she had this feeling. Then she saw it. Standing in the back of the courtyard. It almost made her trip down the stairs. She speeded towards it and stopped about ten feet in front. It was what she truly wanted. It was Jess.
Did it suck? Was it okay? Was it acceptable? Please review, if you don't I might not keep writing. If I do the next one will be from Jess's perspective, a flash back, so please review. Oh, and something surprising will happen, you'll just have to be patient.