Ice Ice Baby

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. The show and its characters belong to the WB network and the creative genius of Amy Sherman Palladino. If I *did* own it...well...let's just say that certain things would have ended differently...or not at all!

Disclaimer No. 2: I also don't own The Fountainhead (it belongs to Ayn Rand and she's welcome to it!), On the Road (it belongs to Jack Kerouac...legend that he was), Maggie Cassidy (Kerouac's again) or Metallica (they own themselves...I think)!

A/N: I have actually read the three books mentioned in this fic and I must say that I wholeheartedly agree with Jess on the Fountainhead issue...I've yet to make it through all of it, hence the heartfelt comments from Jess in the chapter Not here! Not now!

A/N No. 2: Please read, review and hopefully enjoy this fic. It's taken me a while to finish. I know that the double flashbacks are slightly excessive but I wanted them in because I wanted to show that Rory and Jess were always on the same wavelength about everything.

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Hey, I'm Frank at the Sands

Be cool.

~*~

Just, be cool.

Hey, I'm Frank at the Sands.

That's cool.

~*~

Be cool.

That's what he's been telling himself for the past hour. So far, it hasn't worked. She's still sat there in the corner with her boyfriend. She hasn't noticed him.

Porsche Jerk goes off to the bathroom and she's sat all alone. It's his chance. Finally.

Is this seat taken? He'll say, as if he's just walked in and hasn't been staring at her since she got there.

No. She'll smile, recognising her high school sweetheart. Then she'll realise that she made a mistake staying with Loser Rich Kid and fall into his arms.

They'll finish up the drinks, leave a note for Trust Fund and walk out, just like that. He'll invite her back to his apartment. You should see all my new books! And she'll go, knowing full well that the books will be the last things on their minds when they get there.

He'll lead her upstairs and open the door. He'll make a show of his books and then she'll turn and smile at him. He'll close the space between them and kiss her. The door will close.

That's how it's supposed to go. If only life was that simple.

Be cool.

~*~

Be cool.

~*~

Just, be cool.

Hey, I'm Frank at the Sands.

That's cool.

~*~

Be cool.

That's what she's been telling herself for the past hour. So far, it hasn't worked. He's still sat there at the bar, staring at her. She wonders why he's here and then remembers that she's in his town and invading his space. She tries to cuddle up to her boyfriend and look like she's at home there while he plays with her hair and make lewd comments about her to his friends. He's drunk and she's stupid.

His friends leave and he goes off to the bathroom. She's on her own and finds herself wondering what would happen if she walked over to the bar.

Is this seat taken? She'll say, as if she's only just noticed him and hasn't been staring at him since she got there.

No. He'll smile, recognising his high school sweetheart. Then she'll make him realise that she knows she made a mistake staying with Loser Rich Kid and she'll fall into his arms.

They'll finish up the drinks, leave a note for her boyfriend and walk out, just like that. She'll invite him back to her apartment. You should see all my new books! And he'll go, knowing full well that the books will be the last things on their minds when they get there.

She'll lead him upstairs and open the door. She'll make a show of her books and then she'll turn and smile at him. She'll close the space between them and kiss him. The door will close.

That's how it's supposed to go. If only life was that simple.

Be cool.