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I had a routine. Every morning I would wake up at 7:00. I would proceed to hop into the shower for fifteen minutes. At precisely 7:15 I would get out, pull on my clothes, brush my teeth, dry and comb my hair, and walk down from my apartment over Luke's Diner to carry on a 30 minute banter with my mother and step-father, Lorelai and Luke Danes. I would eat my breakfast (and more importantly, drink my coffee) between bites of sarcasm and gulps of TV references. At exactly 8:28 I would leave the diner to walk around the corner to the bus stop, where I would catch the 8:30 bus that would take me to the offices for "The Hartford Inquirer." I always arrived at work at 9:00 sharp. This was the routine I had followed every day for 2 years, everyday, that is, until the day my past returned to haunt me.
For some reason I woke up one minute behind schedule on May 14. I tried my hardest to get myself back on track, but for some reason I just couldn't. I had to run to the bus, and my hair never made it past the drying stage, so instead of it being in the usual ponytail it flew out behind me as I tripped in my heels, stumbling into my usual seat on the bus and knocking into someone I had never seen before.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there." I was beginning to wonder whether I had, in fact, seen this man somewhere. He seemed so familiar.
"Not a problem. So you're from Stars Hollow, huh?" He had dark brown hair that was cut short, but I decided it would probably look better in a floppy style. "I used to live there. I moved right out of high school. Did you go to Stars Hollow High?" Maybe that's where I knew him from, but I had only been at Stars Hollow High for a year and a half.
"Only for my freshman year. I do know most of the people that have lived in Stars Hollow in my lifetime. What's your name?" But before he could answer the bus stopped outside my office.
"Dean Hart," he called to my retreating back. I stopped and turned, but before I could respond the bus shut the doors and left. Dean was gone again.
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"Hi Tristan, hey Paris." I called as I walked past their cubicles.
"Hey Rory. Do you want to have lunch with us this afternoon?" The two people who had been the bane of my high school existence were now married with a baby girl, and they were surprisingly among my closest friends.
"Yea. I have something really creepy to tell you guys. You're NEVER going to believe this." I knew that when Tristan heard he was going to start looking for Dean immediately, wanting to beat him up, but hopefully Paris would be gentler. "How's Lorelai doing?" I asked, inquiring about their little girl, named after me (after much begging and pleading.)
"Lorelai is great. How's Lorelai doing?"
"Mom is great. Psyche is due in a few weeks. We're all so excited." I was referring to my unborn half sister, Psyche Lauren Alexis Gertrude Danes. "Of course, what we're most looking forward to is the end of the Sardine and Marshmallow fluff cravings, but having a little baby around will be nice."
"It always is," Tristan said as he walked up behind me to hand me his finished article. Paris, Tristan and I were a team for the "Inquirer." We revised each other's work before handing it into the editor, (whom Mom had nicknamed Il Duce the first time she'd met him. He did bear a strong resemblance to Headmaster Charleston,) and we often worked together on particularly difficult stories. "Anyone know when deadline is for that story on the Connecticut bus system?"
Tristan, Paris, and I had been hard at work on this story for months. It was common knowledge that the Connecticut bus system was anything but top notch. I took it every day, and I usually had to sit on the edge of my seat because of something disgusting that had been left there. It was often overcrowded, and there were a limited number of drivers, so the busses almost never came on time, they were always either early or late. "I think it's due next Tuesday, which reminds me we still need three interviews. I can get one or two on the bus ride home today, I'll try to get any left over tomorrow morning." I responded. I had been heading up this assignment, but Tristan and Paris had done a lot to help, such as interviewing the people at the main bus depot.
"Great. Now that that's out of the way, what time do you want to meet for lunch?" Paris was once again pregnant, and all she seemed to be capable of thinking about was food.
"Is 11:30 good for you guys? I'm dying to get this creepy thing off my chest, but I don't want to talk about it here."
"Yea, that's great. Well, I'd better get back to work," they said in unison. It was so funny to watch them. They were perfect for each other and it had taken a lot to get them to see that.
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It was precisely 11:30 when I stepped into the building cafeteria. After I had ordered my lunch and taken my seat beside Paris I started to relay my morning to my high school enemies/college friends. "The bus took off before I had a chance to tell him it was me. I haven't seen the guy since his family returned to Chicago and now he comes barging back into my life. Why'd that have to happen?" I finished telling my story and waited for a response from Tristan and Paris.
"Wow." That was all Paris had to say. Lane, Paris, Tristan, Henry and I had decided a long time ago that there was no way that Dean Hart was ever coming back. He never even sent me a letter, so I gave up hope after two years had past. It had been four years since then.
" What if I never see him again?" I asked. I had been asking myself the same question all morning. I hadn't even been able to concentrate on my work. "There are things he should definitely know. Things about Jess, things about you guys, things about how much I loved him, and how much I still do." I whispered the last part. I had never told anyone that I was still as in love with Dean as the day I babbled about round cakes and Miss Patty's gossipy knowledge.
"You're still in love with DEAN!!!!!!" Paris couldn't help but scream, and I knew it was just because she was so excited. Everything about her had been magnified since the beginning of her second pregnancy. "I can't believe you never told us."
Across the table Tristan was turning blue. His face had been slowly darkening since I first mentioned Dean, and I knew it was because he still despised him. The reason for the hatred between the two had never been revealed, but I think it started at the Chilton Winter Formal and had just multiplied since then.
I knew that Tristan had "a thing for me" back in High School. That was common knowledge, but I didn't know that he still harbored this much despise for my ex-boyfriend. The one who had left without saying good-bye. Granted that Dean had thought I was with Jess at the time, but while I did date Jess at one point, it wasn't until long after Dean and I had broken up.
"I know how to find him!" I suddenly exclaimed as a solution came to me.
"How's that?" I could see the anger leaving Tristan's face (slowly, but it was leaving).
"Homecoming." That one simple word cleared everything up for Paris. Since she had gotten the boy of her dreams she had been a lot more understanding when it came to love. Plus, she knew how my mind worked.
"You're absolutely right!"
"What? What are you two talking about?" Tristan was getting P.O.ed at us for keeping a secret from him. He didn't understand half of what we talked about, and it only made it more fun.
Completely ignoring him I continued to talk to Paris. "I could get a new dress, or Mom could make me one, and I'll go with Lane and Henry, I can't show up alone."
"Are you even allowed to go?"
"Oh, of course. Everyone in Stars Hollow knows me, besides, I was a student at Stars Hollow High, I just didn't graduate there. Dr. Downs, the principal, even sent me an invitation."
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I'll post more as soon as I type it up, it is written. It should take a few minutes.
Review. Pretty pretty please with cinnamon on your coffee?
~*~*
I had a routine. Every morning I would wake up at 7:00. I would proceed to hop into the shower for fifteen minutes. At precisely 7:15 I would get out, pull on my clothes, brush my teeth, dry and comb my hair, and walk down from my apartment over Luke's Diner to carry on a 30 minute banter with my mother and step-father, Lorelai and Luke Danes. I would eat my breakfast (and more importantly, drink my coffee) between bites of sarcasm and gulps of TV references. At exactly 8:28 I would leave the diner to walk around the corner to the bus stop, where I would catch the 8:30 bus that would take me to the offices for "The Hartford Inquirer." I always arrived at work at 9:00 sharp. This was the routine I had followed every day for 2 years, everyday, that is, until the day my past returned to haunt me.
For some reason I woke up one minute behind schedule on May 14. I tried my hardest to get myself back on track, but for some reason I just couldn't. I had to run to the bus, and my hair never made it past the drying stage, so instead of it being in the usual ponytail it flew out behind me as I tripped in my heels, stumbling into my usual seat on the bus and knocking into someone I had never seen before.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there." I was beginning to wonder whether I had, in fact, seen this man somewhere. He seemed so familiar.
"Not a problem. So you're from Stars Hollow, huh?" He had dark brown hair that was cut short, but I decided it would probably look better in a floppy style. "I used to live there. I moved right out of high school. Did you go to Stars Hollow High?" Maybe that's where I knew him from, but I had only been at Stars Hollow High for a year and a half.
"Only for my freshman year. I do know most of the people that have lived in Stars Hollow in my lifetime. What's your name?" But before he could answer the bus stopped outside my office.
"Dean Hart," he called to my retreating back. I stopped and turned, but before I could respond the bus shut the doors and left. Dean was gone again.
~*~*
"Hi Tristan, hey Paris." I called as I walked past their cubicles.
"Hey Rory. Do you want to have lunch with us this afternoon?" The two people who had been the bane of my high school existence were now married with a baby girl, and they were surprisingly among my closest friends.
"Yea. I have something really creepy to tell you guys. You're NEVER going to believe this." I knew that when Tristan heard he was going to start looking for Dean immediately, wanting to beat him up, but hopefully Paris would be gentler. "How's Lorelai doing?" I asked, inquiring about their little girl, named after me (after much begging and pleading.)
"Lorelai is great. How's Lorelai doing?"
"Mom is great. Psyche is due in a few weeks. We're all so excited." I was referring to my unborn half sister, Psyche Lauren Alexis Gertrude Danes. "Of course, what we're most looking forward to is the end of the Sardine and Marshmallow fluff cravings, but having a little baby around will be nice."
"It always is," Tristan said as he walked up behind me to hand me his finished article. Paris, Tristan and I were a team for the "Inquirer." We revised each other's work before handing it into the editor, (whom Mom had nicknamed Il Duce the first time she'd met him. He did bear a strong resemblance to Headmaster Charleston,) and we often worked together on particularly difficult stories. "Anyone know when deadline is for that story on the Connecticut bus system?"
Tristan, Paris, and I had been hard at work on this story for months. It was common knowledge that the Connecticut bus system was anything but top notch. I took it every day, and I usually had to sit on the edge of my seat because of something disgusting that had been left there. It was often overcrowded, and there were a limited number of drivers, so the busses almost never came on time, they were always either early or late. "I think it's due next Tuesday, which reminds me we still need three interviews. I can get one or two on the bus ride home today, I'll try to get any left over tomorrow morning." I responded. I had been heading up this assignment, but Tristan and Paris had done a lot to help, such as interviewing the people at the main bus depot.
"Great. Now that that's out of the way, what time do you want to meet for lunch?" Paris was once again pregnant, and all she seemed to be capable of thinking about was food.
"Is 11:30 good for you guys? I'm dying to get this creepy thing off my chest, but I don't want to talk about it here."
"Yea, that's great. Well, I'd better get back to work," they said in unison. It was so funny to watch them. They were perfect for each other and it had taken a lot to get them to see that.
~*~*
It was precisely 11:30 when I stepped into the building cafeteria. After I had ordered my lunch and taken my seat beside Paris I started to relay my morning to my high school enemies/college friends. "The bus took off before I had a chance to tell him it was me. I haven't seen the guy since his family returned to Chicago and now he comes barging back into my life. Why'd that have to happen?" I finished telling my story and waited for a response from Tristan and Paris.
"Wow." That was all Paris had to say. Lane, Paris, Tristan, Henry and I had decided a long time ago that there was no way that Dean Hart was ever coming back. He never even sent me a letter, so I gave up hope after two years had past. It had been four years since then.
" What if I never see him again?" I asked. I had been asking myself the same question all morning. I hadn't even been able to concentrate on my work. "There are things he should definitely know. Things about Jess, things about you guys, things about how much I loved him, and how much I still do." I whispered the last part. I had never told anyone that I was still as in love with Dean as the day I babbled about round cakes and Miss Patty's gossipy knowledge.
"You're still in love with DEAN!!!!!!" Paris couldn't help but scream, and I knew it was just because she was so excited. Everything about her had been magnified since the beginning of her second pregnancy. "I can't believe you never told us."
Across the table Tristan was turning blue. His face had been slowly darkening since I first mentioned Dean, and I knew it was because he still despised him. The reason for the hatred between the two had never been revealed, but I think it started at the Chilton Winter Formal and had just multiplied since then.
I knew that Tristan had "a thing for me" back in High School. That was common knowledge, but I didn't know that he still harbored this much despise for my ex-boyfriend. The one who had left without saying good-bye. Granted that Dean had thought I was with Jess at the time, but while I did date Jess at one point, it wasn't until long after Dean and I had broken up.
"I know how to find him!" I suddenly exclaimed as a solution came to me.
"How's that?" I could see the anger leaving Tristan's face (slowly, but it was leaving).
"Homecoming." That one simple word cleared everything up for Paris. Since she had gotten the boy of her dreams she had been a lot more understanding when it came to love. Plus, she knew how my mind worked.
"You're absolutely right!"
"What? What are you two talking about?" Tristan was getting P.O.ed at us for keeping a secret from him. He didn't understand half of what we talked about, and it only made it more fun.
Completely ignoring him I continued to talk to Paris. "I could get a new dress, or Mom could make me one, and I'll go with Lane and Henry, I can't show up alone."
"Are you even allowed to go?"
"Oh, of course. Everyone in Stars Hollow knows me, besides, I was a student at Stars Hollow High, I just didn't graduate there. Dr. Downs, the principal, even sent me an invitation."
~*~*
I'll post more as soon as I type it up, it is written. It should take a few minutes.