Rory knew what she and Dean had that night was special, but she also knew
she had to get over it. So she did. Though she cried and was pretty
miserable for most of the summer, she got over it. It looked like Dean did
too. Laine, her best friend in the world, had informed her that Dean and
Lindsay were very happy and had just moved into their new condo. Rory
thanked Laine for this information, but silently cursed her, too. I didn't
have to know this; she thought as she drove back to Yale, I would have
perfectly fine not knowing until I came back. By then I would have been
completely over this, not just over this.
As she moved into her new suite, she remembered the night Dean came to bring her the bookcase her mom sent over. It also reminded her of the fight they had that night and how terrible she felt having hurt him. But if he can get over That Night, he can definitely get over a silly little fight. After the whole summer, the night Dean and Rory spent together was now capitalized, being That Night, not just any night. It showed the importance. It also showed Rory was not as over it as she thought she was.
While finishing unpacking, she heard voice. "Hello? Is anyone else here?" shouted the voice. Rory recognized that voice immediately and smiled. Some things never change, she thought.
"Paris? Is that you?" Rory shouted back, already knowing the answer.
"Rory! Thank goodness it's you!" Paris said, talking very fast, as she always did, "I thought we might get stuck with that athlete again, boy was she a pain!"
"Jenny was not a pain. She was just...athletic." Rory finished lamely.
"Right. So, how was your summer? Exciting? Did you get any romance after your dry spell last year?" Paris asked while unpacking. Rory wanted to confide in Paris about That Night, she really did, but somehow, she felt Paris wanted more to talk about her trip with the professor.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." Rory said, trying to keep her voice even.
"Same with me." Paris said, not being able to keep her voice even. What's going on? Didn't she and the professor have a great time in England?
"He broke up with me, okay?" Paris said annoyed, realizing her lie didn't work. "He said someone came up to him talking about that dedication he put in his book for me. He said he couldn't date a student. But I'm over it. Wow, I bet you life was a lot less exciting, right?"
Oh, if you only knew, Paris, if you only knew.
As she moved into her new suite, she remembered the night Dean came to bring her the bookcase her mom sent over. It also reminded her of the fight they had that night and how terrible she felt having hurt him. But if he can get over That Night, he can definitely get over a silly little fight. After the whole summer, the night Dean and Rory spent together was now capitalized, being That Night, not just any night. It showed the importance. It also showed Rory was not as over it as she thought she was.
While finishing unpacking, she heard voice. "Hello? Is anyone else here?" shouted the voice. Rory recognized that voice immediately and smiled. Some things never change, she thought.
"Paris? Is that you?" Rory shouted back, already knowing the answer.
"Rory! Thank goodness it's you!" Paris said, talking very fast, as she always did, "I thought we might get stuck with that athlete again, boy was she a pain!"
"Jenny was not a pain. She was just...athletic." Rory finished lamely.
"Right. So, how was your summer? Exciting? Did you get any romance after your dry spell last year?" Paris asked while unpacking. Rory wanted to confide in Paris about That Night, she really did, but somehow, she felt Paris wanted more to talk about her trip with the professor.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." Rory said, trying to keep her voice even.
"Same with me." Paris said, not being able to keep her voice even. What's going on? Didn't she and the professor have a great time in England?
"He broke up with me, okay?" Paris said annoyed, realizing her lie didn't work. "He said someone came up to him talking about that dedication he put in his book for me. He said he couldn't date a student. But I'm over it. Wow, I bet you life was a lot less exciting, right?"
Oh, if you only knew, Paris, if you only knew.