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[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

Well, the towns people of Stars Hollow aren't usually the violent type, but you never know, I guess. You might get to town and it could very well turn into a scene straight out of a Hitchcock movie or something. {I teased about in response. Nah, the most vicious the people of Stars Hollow have ever been known to be is with their gossiping. It's actually amusing though how quickly gossip gets around in that town. I'm telling you. It's like, it happens, and within an hour, sometimes less, the whole town has wind of it. That's usually thanks to Miss Patty and Babbette though. They're the pro's when it comes to all things revolving around town gossip} You were an angry teenager... You had a chip on your shoulders because you were basically thrown into a new town without your permission. Not to mention, Stars Hollow was the last place you wanted to be. When you put all of those factors together, it's no wonder someone might act out as a result. I saw through all of that though. I knew behind all of that bluster, anger, and acting out, you were a good guy. {I said proudly as a took a sip of my drink. Amusement creasing my lips as you brought up the town swan again} No, dying via swan doesn't sound like a great way to go... Not exactly a movie in the making. {I said playfully before adding} My advice to you would be to keep your distance from the swan. This will save you the risk of any bodily harm or premature death. Especially since that swan has never been known to hurt or attack anyone, so my guess is, for some reason, it has got it out for you. {I chuckled softly and grinned playfully as I took another sip of my drink}

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Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

Oh well, they'll eventually come around when they see you aren't the same rebellious teenager who wreaked havoc on Stars Hollow when you first went to live with Luke. {Okay, so even though I was trying to be optimistic now, deep down I knew the people of Stars Hollow would never completely trust or warm up to Jess. I loved the people of that town... They were like my extended family, but they knew how to hold a grudge. In fact, once they come to despise someone, I've never known them to ever be swayed or for their minds to be changed in that} Or they may not, but it doesn't matter. You've at least got Luke and I in your corner. {I added with a cheerful, optimistic smile as I took another sip of my drink} We've got your back no matter what. I'd just avoid stealing anymore of Babbette's garden gnomes though. She's still bitter about that. {I chuckled softly; shaking my head as another amused grin creased the corners of my lips} Umm, nope. Sorry but I'm not going into battle with that swan. I definitely would not win. You read a lot... Haven't you read how dangerous and deadly swans can be? I mean, they can break bones with a simple peck of their beak. Not something I want to be messed up with, so my advice to you is if you see him again, avoid that swan at all costs. {I gently teased. The amusement lingered on my lips as my shoulders rolled into a casual shrug}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

Pitch forks? {I shot you a look of disbelief while the amusement creased my lips} This isn't a scene from Beauty and the Beast, Jess. {I playfully quipped in response before jokingly adding} More like, they'd be lined up to shoot you mean and judgmental looks, and then gossip about you the second you walked away. {I chuckled softly. We both knew the townspeople in Stars Hollow were a rare breed. I grew up with them, so I've experienced them and their ways my whole life. I had definitely gotten used to it though. Then again, I was well loved by the whole town, so I didn't experience the same side of them that Jess did} As far as my grandmother goes, she's a work in progress. If it's any consolation, she mostly warmed up to Luke through the years. Grant it, she'd still prefer Mom married literally anyone but him, but when Mom jokingly mentioned Grandma picking between Luke or Kirk, Grandma found a way to warm up to Luke. {I laughed softly and shook my head} All that to say, give her time. {I knew deep down that Grandma would never completely accept Jess since she was still bitter with me for not marrying Logan, but maybe in time. Greater miracles have been known to happen. I silently considered as I sipped on my drink} Oh no, I'm not messing with that swan. Mind you, I've never even seen it leave the water, but knowing now what it's capable of, if it gives a look like it's about to attack, I'm making a run for it. You better just try to keep up. {I chuckled lightly and flashed you a teasing grin. Enjoying the lightness and fun in our conversation now}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

Well, I feel honored. {I said with a soft smile as Jess confessed in so many words that he'd always make time in his schedule for me} That sounds perfect... I'll make sure Mom doesn't have anything scheduled for that Saturday, so you and I can make the most of the day. My grandmother either for that matter. She tends to schedule things and then forget to tell us our presence is mandatory until the last minute. I think she does it purposely so Mom doesn't have the chance to back out since her time to make excuses to get out of it would be limited by the lack of pre-planning. Regardless though, if Grandma tries to schedule something that day, I'll tell her my schedule is already booked. I'll blame you entirely though, so this way she'll be madder at you than she will at me. {I joked softly as I flashed Jess a smile. Once our drinks arrived at the table, I sipped on mine before lowering it back down onto the table to add} For what it's worth, every time I go there, I always think of you. I also laugh to myself whenever I see that swan too. I still can't believe he attacked you. I've never seen him even leave the water or go near people... I wonder what provoked him to make you the exception to that.

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

Well, lucky me. I feel so special to know you're going to pencil me in. {I joked in reply. Not at all upset or offended by his choice of wording since one, I knew he meant the wording in fun, but two, I was happy for him that his career was starting to boom because of his book. Honestly, I knew he'd be busy for the next several months while he was on his book tour, but I'd be a-okay with that since that meant the tour was a success} But yes, your schedule is a lot busier than mine at the moment, so you just let me know the date, place, and time, and I'll be there. {I said with a soft smile before my head bobbed into a nod in response to his suggestion. I've gotta be honest, that's not the place I expected him to pick for our date. Sure, I guess the day he bought my picnic basket to get under Dean's skin, and we had lunch together, as a result might leave him with a fond memory, but I didn't think his other memories here were that great. I mean, because Luke pushing him off the bridge and into the water, and then that swan attacking him and giving him a black eye, I'd figure this would be the last place he'd ever want to see again. If this was where he wanted to go, though, I was totally fine with it} Sure, we can go to the lake, if you want. I've gotta admit, I'm a little surprised you'd want to see that place again, though. Between Luke pushing you off the bridge and into the water, and that deranged swan that gave you a black eye, I figured that's the last place you'd ever want to see again. I love that place, though, so if you're good with it, than I am. {I said with an agreeable smile}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

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@ofrashwriter

Squeeze me in? Wow, I feel so honored that you can find the time in your incredibly busy schedule to squeeze me in. {I teased in response. A look of amusement resting across my lips as a soft grin followed. Knowing in my gut that I'd never just be someone that Jess would "squeeze in." No, I meant a great deal more to him in that. That said, I was fully aware that his comment and wording was all in fun now, which I loved... I always loved that Jess and I could freely banter back and forth with each other} Either way, count me in... Whatever time you have available, I'll make sure my schedule in clear so I can see you. {I said as a soft smile followed} A proper date? Wow, listen to you getting all romantic now. {I started to say as a gentle hint of teasing found it's way to my expression} And for discussion sake, what would this proper date look like, Jess? {Curious to know what Jess's idea of a proper date would be since looking back on it, him and I didn't really have one of those. Then again, we were just kids, so it's hard to have a proper, adult kind of date when you're a kid... Especially a kid with a curfew and a town full of people who watched every single move you made}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

What can I say, I'm a creature of habit? {I shrugged nonchalantly as a sheepish sort of smile found its way to my lips. Once we ordered and we were alone at the table again, we brought the conversation topic back to Jess's book tour. Let's be honest, I was most interested on when he'd be in my area since that meant I would get to see him again. Maybe that was a bit presumptuous on my part since we had agreed not to pursue anything until the tour was over and we were residing in the same state, at least, but still, that didn't mean I wouldn't want to see Jess any chance I got from now till then} Maine? {My lips pursed and I nodded in response} Your book must be a hit then because I didn't know Maine was so up to date on best sellers and must read books. {I joked as a soft chuckle followed} That sounds fun though. It's pretty up there. Not much to do or see, but it's definitely picturesque scenery. {I added optimistically} How soon until you're in my neck of the woods? {Eh, why play around with questions or beat around the bush. I think we both knew where I was going by bringing up this topic anyway, so I might as well save us both time and just ask} If you're there long enough to spend some time with your number one fan... {Playfully points to myself with a grin lacing my lips before I added} I might just let you buy me dinner or something. At least I don' t have to warn you that I'm a hearty eater, since you already know that fact about me. {I laughed lightly and shrugged with a grin}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

It's okay. All water under the bridge. {I started to say with a reassuring smile before adding} It was a long time ago, Jess. We've both grown up a lot since then. {All those years ago I think I was initially attracted to Jess for all the wrong reasons. I liked that he was a bit of a "bad boy" as the town had labeled him to be. He was the opposite of Dean, you could say. Dean was great... Don't get me wrong, but after awhile it all felt so vanilla. I felt like I was expected to grow up, get married, and then turn into Florence Henderson or something. I remember Dean's comment about him coming home from work and me having dinner on the table really irking me. I didn't want to be controlled or turned into some kind of Stepford wife type of thing. I had big plans for my life... I wanted a career in journalism. I wanted to be a writer. I didn't want to be trapped in a predictable life of marriage, kids, and me trying to cook meals for Dean and our kids without the risk of burning down the house. None of that fit my personality at all. I think it was because of that fear of Dean trying to change me that first drew me to Jess. I liked how unpredictable and spontaneous he was. He didn't care what anyone thought about him... Over time though I got to know him and realized he was nothing like the picture he tried to paint for the town's people. Deep down Jess was a really good guy, which just made me like him even more. Especially when I realized him and I actually had a lot in common. Then he left without word or warning, which ultimately ended things between us. I guess since then a part of me always wondered if Jess and I could have ever worked out... If we'd still be together if he had stayed in Stars Hollow. Doubtful, but you never know. Either way, it was years later and all of those same feelings I had for Jess were still just as strong. I just knew with him going on the tour, it wouldn't be smart to start up a relationship now. We'd be better giving it another shot once the book tour was over} Umm... The same. {Ordering the same drink that Jess did. Figuring if he ordered his with such confidence, then I should give it a shot too} When in Rome, right? {I joked as I flashed Jess a grin} So, what's the first stop on your book tour? {I asked as a means of making conversation with Jess while we hung out for a bit longer tonight}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{I was more relieved than I thought possible when we finally reached the elevator. Oh yeah, I was way too out of shape to be dealing with all of those stairs. Especially having to climb upward of what felt like five thousand stairs. I obviously knew that was an exaggeration on my part, but still, it was a lot of stairs for someone who is out of shape and basically allergic to exercise. I thought to myself as we stepped inside the elevator and then before long we reached the lobby level of the building and the elevator doors opened once more. As soon as they did, I stepped out, but remained at Jess's side as he led us through the hotel toward the bar he had in mind where we could grab a drink together. Once we made our way inside the bar, Jess led us over to a quiet table where we could sit and talk for awhile} This is nice... I don't mean the bar. I mean, sure, this is a nice bar compared to some I've been to, but specifically I mean it's nice getting to hang out together. {I explained with a soft smile before continuing} I'm glad I decided to come to your book reading and signing today. It's also nice to know I'm here hanging out with you and this time around, it can't end with me being grounded like it did the last time I came to New York to hang out with you. {I chuckled softly as I looked over the small menu with the bar's specials while I waited for someone to come over to the table to take our drink orders}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{I flashed Jess a smile and then I nodded in response as I heard his words} Hey, I've always said, what's meant to be will always work out in the end. {I said softly in response. I didn't want to make promises now, because it's hard to say what the future may or may not bring. Especially where Jess and I were concerned, since the timing never seemed to be right for us. In my heart though, I always believe that eventually timing will work itself out, and him and I would find our way to each other. I was far from a relationship expert though, so I knew I could easily be wrong about that. Time would tell on all of that though} Let's just see what happens after your tour. {I added reassuringly. My way of letting him know that I was open to us, if the timing finally worked out for us} I'm going to hold you to that. If I fall from all of this physical activity, I'm counting on you to catch me. {I teased in response as we finally reached the elevator, then stepped onto it once it reached us} And yes, a drink sounds great. I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to say goodnight to you yet. {I added with a soft smile as the elevator doors closed and proceeded to take us to our desired floor, and ultimately wherever Jess intended for us to get that drink together}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{I could see Jess was disappointed by me requesting to wait. Maybe back in high school when I was first so enamored by Jess, I would have jumped at the chance to be with him. I mean, hell, I got on a bus impulsively one day to see him in New York City simply because I missed him. Not only did I skip school, in doing so, but I also unintentionally missed my mom's college graduation too, which I still felt badly about. My point being, I was once so head over heals for Jess that I would have done almost anything to be what he wanted and needed me to be. To the point that I didn't always make the best or wisest choices, all in the name of spontaneity. All that to say, although I still harbored undeniable feelings for Jess, I didn't want to jump into anything without first thinking it all through. I wanted to do the right thing by us, this time around, so rushing into a relationship with a guy who is about to go on a several month book tour around the country, didn't seem like the smartest act of impulse to me. I justified that if this really was meant to be for Jess and I, then we'd still want this once he was finished with his book tour, and residing nearby again. All in all, there was no reason to rush into anything if this was right for us both, in the end} Good, because I don't have my eye on any other guy either, so I'll be looking forward to your return home. {I said with a smile as we started down from the roof on route to the elevator. Beyond grateful that he wasn't going to make me go down all those flights of stairs that he had me go up earlier} It's a good thing there aren't many more stairs... I mean, I thought you liked me, Jess, but it seems like with all these stairs you're making me climb tonight that you're actually pushing me into an early death or something. {I joked as we ultimately reached the desired floor. Relief flooding me when I saw the elevator come into view. Without giving him the chance for him to change his mind and make us take more stairs, I quickly pushed the button and waited in anticipation for the elevator doors to open} So, what do you want to do now? Go back to my hotel and get a drink or something?

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{I smiled feeling Jess take my hand in his own. My head giving an agreeable nod to his words} Yes, to some day down the line. {I couldn't help but to hope he was right in that. Sure, I knew up until now, life hadn't exactly fallen into place for us. We had a lot of history... A lot of torrid history, to be exact, but we also grew a lot too, over the years, so maybe there was hope for us. Of course Jess had his book tour to go on first, while I figured out what I was going to do with my life. For now I had planned to return to Stars Hollow, and to bring the Stars Hollow Gazette back to life, but eventually I hoped to end up with an actual job at a well known newspaper. Time would tell on all of that, though. All that to say, maybe over the next few months while Jess was on his book tour, everything would fall into place, and by the time he returns home from his tour, maybe we could find a way to make us work. Again though, we'll just have to wait and see how it all turns out; both in our careers as well as in our relationship too} You never know, maybe the timing is finally right for us. I mean, sooner or later you'd think it would be, right? {I chuckled softly but shot him a slight glare in hearing him mention stairs} Stairs? You promised no more stairs. {Although, given that there wasn't an elevator up here on the roof, it made sense that we needed to get to another later where the elevator was located} They better be a small set of stairs, and I mean very small, or you're in trouble, mister. {I gently teased as we started to take our leave from the roof}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

No. It's not a no. Not even close. {I added reassuringly as I closed a bit more of the space that remained between Jess and I} Of course I still want to talk, and phone calls are a must. Hell, I expect you to go wild and text me, too, whenever you can. {I aired out with a hint of amusement in my lips; all the while a slow grin pulling at the corners of my lips} I just don't want to jump into anything when you'll be traveling for the next few months with your book tour. When you're finished, though, and you know, we'll be in the same city, town, or whatever for some time, then yeah, I'm definitely open to discussing this further. {Jess and I had a lot of history with one another, so I just didn't want us to jump into anything impulsively; especially knowing we'd be doing the long-distance correspondence thing for the next few months} But sure, let's go get some drinks. Maybe with enough drinks, I'll even convince you to break into karaoke, or even a bit of dancing afterwards. {I gently teased as I held my hand out toward Jess to take. Then again, given I just gave him the, "I want to take things slow" speech, maybe holding my hand was the last thing he wanted to do. Honestly though, I wasn't saying no, nor was I trying to imply that I wasn't interested. I was interested. Jess was still someone that I loved very much. I just didn't want to rush into anything. I wanted us to be smart about this} Oh, and we are taking the elevator down, right? No stairs this time, I'm hoping.

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{There was something different about Jess. A good different, you could say. Especially now as he shared his heart with me here on this rooftop. I mean, Jess from years ago, always had a chip on his shoulder and an attitude to go right along with it. He was the proud "bad boy," who made nearly everyone's life in Stars Hollow hell, simply to get a laugh. At the time, I knew he was angry that his dad had left and his mom had sent him away to live with Luke. He took that anger out on the people of Stars Hollow, but I think part of it too was he wasn't used to the small town way of living. He kinda mocked and made fun of the people in Stars Hollow, which made me mad at him. Just one of the many reasons why I pushed him to be something more than that. He was so smart and I knew, if he'd just put this childish, angry side away, he had the potential to be someone great. Someone who could change the world, if that was his passion and goal in life. When we dated years ago, he left me, without so much as a word or warning. He just left. No call. No explanation. No note. No nothing. He was just gone. Then to add to his cowardice ways, he kept calling, but when he did, he never said anything. It was just silence. Of course I didn't have undeniable proof that it was actually him calling, but in my heart I knew it was. My point in all of this was, taking how he handled his feelings in the past, to the present moment, it was obvious that Jess had grown up and matured. Case and point by his speech to me now. I knew in my heart he meant every word of it too. What touched me most though was how vulnerable and genuine he was in his words and tone now. Jess really wanted this. He wasn't playing a game. It wasn't some kind of competition to win me from someone else. Jess meant what he was saying now} Tell you what, you're about to go on your book tour, so it really isn't an ideal time to start up a relationship or anything, since you'll be all over the country for the next few months, but once you're finished, let's talk about this again, and decide what we want and what this means for us both. {I said with a smile. This wasn't, by any means, a "no." It was more of a, "Don't make a hasty decision," type of thing. I mean, Jess and I have so much history with one another, so I have to believe, if we really are meant to be together, it will all work out the way it's supposed to} Just to be clear, this isn't a no. Not even close. {I reiterated with a soft smile as I added} So, shall we get that drink now? {My way to convey to Jess that I wasn't ready for this night to end between us, so if he was game to continue hanging out with me tonight, so was I}

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Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{I definitely didn't expect to hear the words coming out of Jess's mouth tonight. Mind you, when I decided to come to his book reading and signing tonight, I didn't really know what to expect. I mean, for all I knew, Jess was seeing someone, so he had only sent me the invitation tonight because he knew I'd be incredibly proud of him, which of course, I was. Besides, I had told him a long time ago that when he finally writes a book of his own, I expected him to send me a copy of it. My way of letting him know he would be going places in life... You know, once he settles down and actually sees his own potential, that is. Of course I almost didn't make it at all tonight, since my mother had hidden the invitation Jess sent me. Fortunately for my mother, I had found out about the signing anyway, so I was able to make my own decision about attending. Otherwise, I may have killed my mother for her intrusion. Moral of the story was, I made it here tonight, and got to experience Jess in his element. It was awesome. As was our dinner afterwards with Luke, too, but honestly, the highlight of the evening was here and now on this roof overlooking the big city. Grant it, I could have done without all the staircases I had to climb to see this view, but it was all worth it now; especially given our current conversation. Of course neither one of us were the impulsive types, by nature, so we'd have a lot to discuss if we did, in fact, decide to give "us" another chance, but regardless of that, I was definitely open to the idea of Jess and I trying again} It's been a long time since we were an "us".... {I started to say while a nervous smile slowly pulled at the corners of my lips. I didn't want to jump into anything impulsively, but at the same point, I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have feelings for Jess. Of course I did... Somehow, it always came back to him. Maybe tonight was a sign that we were coming full circle} I'm definitely open to the idea of it though. {I eventually confessed before adding} I mean, in a way, the thought of us trying again scares me, because each time I lost you before, it crushed me. At the same point though, maybe the timing had just been off for us before, which was why it didn't work out, in the past. Maybe time, mistakes, failed relationships, and some perspective were what we both needed to get ourselves back to this place here and now. All that to say, maybe timing is in our favor, this time around. {I said with a soft smile. Not really sure where that leaves us, but at least I know we're both open to giving "us" another chance though, so that's a start}

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Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{I smiled softly over at Jess... As if the smile was meaning to convey that him taking my hand now was okay with me. Just in case my smile didn't express my approval clearly enough, my own fingers laced around his; giving his hand a light squeeze of reassurance. As Jess spoke though, a part of me felt a tinge of disappointment when he all but pushed out any plans or intentions of him coming back to Stars Hollow; even for a visit between book tour stops. Don't get me wrong, I know Jess's time in Stars Hollow was anything but ideal. Horrible might be the best way for him to describe it, actually, but from my perspective, Stars Hollow would always be home to me, so it wouldn't be easy to just walk away from it. Not that Jess was asking me to completely turn my back on Stars Hollow, but at his mention of "we" and then his suggestion of New York, or LA, I wondered if Stars Hollow would become a thing of the past for me, should Jess and I make plans together. You know, providing, of course, that I was interpreting what he was saying accurately now. For all I knew, I could be reading him all wrong} We huh? {A slow grin pulling at the corners of my lips as I continued} If I didn't know any better, it sounds like me like you're hinting that you want to be included in wherever I end up for work? That we might just be relocating somewhere together? {My head tilted slightly to the side and my brows furrowed; all the while the grin lingering across my lips. As I awaited Jess's response, I hoped I wasn't reading into all of this wrong now, because if I did, I might have just taken an amazing night between us, and turned it into an awkward, uncomfortable situation now}

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.

[ineedacoffeefix]

@ofrashwriter

{A part of me was admittedly disappointed when I both saw and heard Jess's reaction to my idea of him coming to Stars Hollow for a bit, after his book tour ends. Of course I was a little disappointed given that Stars Hollow is my home, and it's also where I met Jess, for the first time, so naturally the idea of spending time with him there again sounded appealing to me. On the other hand though, I understood where he was coming from in not wanting to spend any great amount of time there. For one, it was a small town... One of those small towns where everyone was in everyone else's business. Secondly though, aside from me, Luke was the only person in Stars Hollow who actually liked Jess. Meaning, if he did show up there, there was a higher than likely chance that the towns people would talk about him, at the very least, or maybe throw rocks and stuff at him when he walks by, but also a decent chance that they'd hold a "secret" town meeting in order to devise a plan on how to get him out of there. Clearly they still held grudges for what Jess was like when he was living there briefly as a teenager. The thing is, Jess is an adult now. He's established and a published writer. He's not the same rebellious kid he was when he lived there. Of course Luke and I could see that, but given Mom's immature reaction when she found my invitation to Jess's book signing and reading today and hit it, because she still saw him as a hooligan and a troublemaker, I assumed everyone else in Stars Hollow would hold the same judgmental and unforgiving approach, should Jess decide to visit. All that to say, I wanted to see Jess again after tonight... For the two of us to spend some quality time together, but I understood if he didn't want that to happen in Stars Hollow} Halfway? {I asked with a hint of amusement written on my lips, before asking} What would a halfway point be? Bridgeport, Connecticut? {More or less just blurting out the first town that came to mind as I tried to picture the map of New York and Connecticut in my mind} You know, I could always come to New York and just visit you there for a bit...? That could be fun, right?

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@ineedacoffeefix 

Praise, I wasn’t used to being seen as great. But I definitely had my moments of encouraging myself through the process of writing a book. It still blew my mind that Rory and I were having a teasing conversation about me having a publicist. Thinking back to how screwed up I was growing up, the limits felt impossible. I was barely making it through school, I was better at skipping class than holding a job. And Rory she saw me; she saw the poteniel in me, she saw the way my eyes flickered through pages of a book, it’s kinda what bonded us. Why we fell into each other’s obits. And now she was the one standing by my side. 

I felt a sense of joy knowing Rory made the trip to be proud of me, to witness the moment I read my words aloud. Now I had to pause my rapid thinking to add my own remark. “ You’re going to write the big stories, and I’ll even led you my publicist when the time comes, assuming she can make space for you.” A joke; a smile came to tug along bare lips. Jess had a sense of humor; he just had to be comfortable with you. Rory was his favorite person; she helped him believe in himself. She helped me have the faith to submit his writing; and now if she needed the encouragement; the words to know she was capable of more he’d be her venting ear. 

Now he knew this night part of the night might be difficult considering the amount of stairs he was forcing her to climb, but he knew in his heart she’d appreciate the view. He remembered the first time he climbed these very staircases, it was a long taunting night after he submitted a chapter, he was feeling nervous. He also felt like he was feeling blocked for the next pages. It was this roof; he was being put up in the hotel, and with the tossing and turning of sleep he felt the need for fresh air. And he found the roof. He felt the wind brush through his skin, his hair, and he closed his eyes. He envisioned the next stage; he was inspired. Jess never talked about his writing process; but the brunette was special he wanted to share a piece of himself. 

With his hand tightly wrapped around her own; he had heard her complaining, the exaggeration of the steps, of the lack of strength it was taking the female to climb. He tried to hold his tongue; he wanted to be the good guy that understood her pain; because we did discuss her lack of healthy habits just at dinner. But he had to exhale a laugh; especially when he stopped at the step to give Rory a moment to breathe; to catch her breath. Tilting his head back he took in the way her head was bent down, the way she was heavily breathing, he recalled letting his thumb tracing circling around her knuckles. “ I promise we will do the elevator coming down, it will do you good to get in a few steps. It always helps me.” The mindful soul he grew into. 

The male had tugged upon her hand; but slower he took each step with ease. Not wanting to overdo it with Rory; he cared about her and wanted her breathing obviously. Upon pushing the door open; the male hadd released her palm from his own, knowing she would explore the roof; leaning towards the edge; he raked his neck back to get a good look; the breeze brushing back her brunette locks. Beautiful he mused. 

“ Now, this sounds like a horror book, We might’ve read years ago, Don’t insult me Rory.” Or he might; now now he would never put Rory in harms way. He inched closer to the edge; his hand brushing against the railing as he took in the line of buildings, the skyline; a view to die for. “ It’s beautiful, I did a lot of searching for my book up here.’ A simper stayed planted on bare lips.