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Dream of Our Odyssey in the Supermarket (Literari fanfiction, Jess at Chilton AU) 

Chapter 7 of my fic is out now!

Summary:

In the library of a large, beautiful, historic house, Rory Gilmore runs into a boy with dark hair, smoking a cigarette, Chilton tie askew. She's still growing accustomed to all the strange faces that populate the school's hallowed halls, but she's seen him before. Poring over a paperback in lunch - the spine always cracked - making some witty but intelligent remark in class, or getting in the occasional argument with Paris Geller. She's noticed him before. Now she can never forget him. 

Jess Mariano's life has taken a strange turn over the past year. His absurdly wealthy grandfather has plucked him out of the bowels of lower middle class obscurity and placed him in private school. For the first time in his life, he knows stability, equanimity, or his approximation of it, and, not for the first time of course, a profound restlessness and irritation with the stuck up brats who attend Chilton. He's not expecting Rory Gilmore. He's not prepared for her. He doesn't know if he can ever really be prepared for a hurricane.

Excerpt:

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” She said, looking out the window. He assented silently, and glanced at her, his mouth breaking into a little smile. She opened the window a little, and the breeze caught her hair and she laughed as it flew. Fuck. He couldn't breathe when she looked like that. It took every ounce of self control in him not to reach out and trace the plane of her cheek and her jaw and her neck with his fingers. Still, he couldn’t help it. He tucked a stray hair that had slipped out behind her ear, keeping his eyes focused on the road. She glanced at him, eyes wide, and his fingers accidentally grazed her nose. 

“Slipped out,” Was all he could manage. She nodded, looking down at her shoes, blushing, biting her plush lower lip. 

“What do you guys talk about?” Jess asked, finally, after a brief silence. “When you’re together.” 

“Lots of things,” She said, defensively. 

“Like..?” 

“Well, like, lots of things. I don’t know. We talk about everything. School and… everything!”

“Okay, okay.” 

“Why?” She demanded. 

“I don’t know, in the brief and hostile time that I’ve known him… he doesn’t really seem like your kind of guy,” He shrugged. 

“Well, he is my kind of guy. He’s exactly my kind of guy.” 

“Maybe I don’t know him that well,” Jes had an amused little smile, sparked by her reaction. She crossed her arms. 

“You don’t.”

“Sure, sure.” 

“You don’t!” 

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