In The Forgotten Gilmore, Alessia Gilmore grapples with adolescence in Stars Hollow, a town where gossip flows as freely as coffee at Luke's Diner. Overshadowed by her mother Lorelai's bond with twin sister Rory, Alessia finds solace in her irrevere...
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The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over Stars Hollow. Alessia and Jess ran down the street, laughing as they dodged an annoyed Taylor Doose, who was shouting after them.
"Come back here, you hooligans!" Taylor yelled, shaking his fist. "This is not how we behave in Stars Hollow!"
Alessia glanced over her shoulder, grinning. "Think he'll ever forgive us for putting that fake spider in his cash register?"
"Not a chance," Jess replied, breathless but exhilarated. "We'll be the talk of the town meeting for weeks."
They slowed their pace as they approached the old bridge, both catching their breath. It had become a favorite spot for them, a place where they could talk without interruptions and enjoy each other's company.
"You know, I think I might actually fail Mr. Wilson's math class," Alessia said, breaking the comfortable silence.
Jess smirked, glancing at her. "You're too smart to fail, Gilmore. You just need to stop doodling in your notebook during class."
Alessia laughed, nudging him playfully. "Hey, those doodles are masterpieces. They're going to be worth millions one day."
"Oh, I have no doubt," Jess replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe you can buy your way out of detention with your art fortune."
"Funny," Alessia said, rolling her eyes. "Speaking of detention, do you think Principal Reynolds will ever let us live down the frog incident?"
Jess chuckled. "I doubt it. That man holds a grudge like no other."
They reached the bridge, the wooden planks creaking slightly under their weight. Jess hopped up onto the railing, balancing effortlessly as he looked out over the water. Alessia leaned against the side, watching him with a smile.
"You know, I've never seen anyone quite like you," she said, her voice soft.
Jess raised an eyebrow. "Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"A compliment," Alessia replied, laughing. "You're like a character out of one of those books you're always reading. Mysterious, brooding, and impossible to figure out."
"Brooding, huh?" Jess said, smirking. "I'll take it."
Alessia shook her head, smiling. "You're incorrigible."
They fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the water below mingling with the distant chirping of birds. Alessia found herself stealing glances at Jess, her heart fluttering in a way that both excited and scared her. She had always admired his confidence and wit, but lately, she had started to see him in a different light.
"So, what's the verdict on 'The Catcher in the Rye'?" Jess asked, breaking the silence.
"It's...different," Alessia said thoughtfully. "I get why you like it, though. Holden's a lot like you."
"Is that so?" Jess asked, his tone amused.
"Yeah," Alessia replied, nodding. "You both act like you don't care about anything, but deep down, you're just trying to figure out where you fit in."
Jess looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Maybe you're right."
They locked eyes, the air between them charged with unspoken words. Alessia's breath caught in her throat as Jess leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving hers.
"You know," Jess said quietly, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "For someone who's usually so sure of herself, you seem pretty nervous right now."
Alessia laughed softly, her eyes shining. "Maybe that's because you have a way of making me feel things I'm not used to feeling."
"Is that a good thing?" Jess asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I think so," Alessia replied, her heart pounding in her chest.
Jess closed the remaining distance between them, his lips brushing lightly against hers in a tentative kiss. Alessia's eyes fluttered shut, and she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck as the world around them seemed to fade away.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's.
"Wow," Jess said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "That was..."
They stayed there on the bridge for a while longer, talking and laughing as the sun set behind them, casting a warm glow over their newfound connection.
