Do You See Her Face? (A Jess Mariano Fanfiction)

What about Byron?

Disclaimer: All Gilmore Girls content belongs to Amy Sherman-Palladino.

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Humming a She Wants Revenge song under her breath, Ella leaned back against the cabinets and dried the fragile dishes. She was reminded of their days at the diner as Jess stood over the kitchen sink washing them. From her spot sitting on the counter right next to him, she could admire his profile and feel her cheeks heat up at the sight. He had grown into himself so well. But his beauty and her comfort at his presence were probably the only things keeping her nerves at bay. The dishes, her mother's, had come in the mail from Fiona only two days earlier. White faux China adorned with pinkish-red roses. Ella had taken a few moments to recognize them, since there had been no note along with them. But then she remembered family holidays when her mother would take them out, only used for the most special occasions. Even though they were chipped in some places and had been bought at a rummage sale just after her parents had gotten married.

The dishes were where the plans for the holiday truly started to form. Chris, Leo, Matthew, and Mabel all had other engagements which took them out of town for Thanksgiving. Ella and Jess were still unsure of what they were doing. Adam was going to Noah's, Fiona was going to her sister's. Still, no word from Jake. Jess was wary of staying in Stars Hollow, though his time at the community center therapist's office had been doing him well. They bounced him around to a different counselor each time he went, and talking to a complete stranger about all his issues hadn't come easy, still wasn't coming easy. But maybe just the fact that he was trying made him feel better.

On a whim, at the sight of the dishes, Ella had a wild idea. Instead of going to Stars Hollow, why not bring Stars Hollow to Philadelphia? The dishes were meant to be used. She couldn't neglect them like an instrument unplayed. Not her mother's dishes. And when she'd run it by Jess, he'd been more receptive than she'd thought he would be. Maybe he was just surprised she was open to contacting anyone from her family at all. She still seemed so standoffish about them, since the graduation ceremony. And the apartment wasn't big, but certainly they could handle a few people over for one afternoon. Julie, Michael, and their girls would be in attendance. Along with Luke and Lorelai. But, when Liz and TJ heard Luke and Lorelai were coming, they somehow managed to invite themselves.

Jess wasn't thrilled about it, and neither was Ella, but they were trying to keep level heads. Plan everything in advance and keep the day-of to a low-stress affair. It was only Monday, and they were already washing the dishes. It made Ella feel slightly more secure. And she had the whole week off, leaving plenty more time to prepare. Luke and Lorelai were also coming on Wednesday and staying the night at a motel, though Ella and Jess insisted they didn't need to help. Ella was shocked Luke was willing to be away from the diner for more than one day, let alone Thanksgiving. Maybe getting back with Lorelai after Rory's graduation had changed his outlook on life a bit.

She uttered a small sigh as she dried yet another dish, stressing herself out with the storm of thoughts raging in her head. A throb was starting behind her eyes.

"What's up?" Jess asked, handing her another plate, his hands reddish and dripping from the hot water.

Ella shook her head slightly. "Nothing. Doesn't it just seem a little bourgeois of us to have a set of dishes?"

"I don't know. I think we're exempt, considering you got these from your mom, who got them from someone else," Jess pointed out, his voice light. "Sharing is caring for the proletariat."

Snickering, she let a small smile cross her lips. "Well, it'll have to be, considering we're trying to fit eleven people in a shoebox."

"It won't be that bad," Jess continued, trying to sound reassuring. She had been quiet and fidgety all evening, and he wondered just how wound up about the event she really was. Ella had a tendency to spread herself too thin and regret it when it was already too late.