*I don't own Gilmore Girls or Cruel Intentions, but it would be a better
world if I did. *grin*
Rory lay, spread all over the couch, watching "Cruel Intentions" by herself, with the exception of a can of soda and bowl of popcorn. Lorelai was at the inn, working. She giggled as Annette made funny faces at the usually serious Sebastian. He cracked a smile on the screen. Rory's thoughts absentmindedly drifted to Tristan. Sebastian and Tristan were very alike, she had noticed. 'Why am I thinking of Tristan? Oh, right. Sebastian.'
She sighed as the doorbell rang. "Who is it?" She called out, unwilling to rise from her perfectly comfortable position. No one responded. Rory groaned and shoved herself up. She walked over to the door and jerked it open, expecting Dean to be standing there. Instead, there was only air. No one was there. "Okay, I should either be annoyed or freaked out. Maybe I should call Dean." She glanced around one last time and turned to go back inside, when something on the ground caught her attention. It was a single, coral colored rose.
Gently, Rory picked it up. There was a small envelope with her name on it taped to the stem. She looked up, her eyes darting around the yard and down the street, but she still saw no one. She gingerly walked into the house and closed the door behind her.
She laid the rose on the kitchen table, opened the envelope, and unfolded the piece of paper waiting inside.
Dear Rory, I want to tell you who I am, but that will mess up my plan. Don't worry, you know me, and I promise I'm not some psycho stalker person. I just thought this would be a cool way of expressing my feelings without having to talk, therefore not making a complete ass out of myself. Coral means 'desire', I desire to tell you who I am and what my feelings are, but I know I can't do that. ?me 'Strange,' Rory thought, 'but it must be from Dean. I'll see him tomorrow and thank him.'
An hour later, Lorelai walked in the door. "Rory! I'm home!" She called, her voice echoing throughout the house.
"Mom, I'm right here." Her daughter answered from the couch. She looked down.
"Oh, hey. What's up?"
"Well I just finished watching 'Cruel Intentions'."
"That's it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that's all you did while I wasn't home?"
"Pretty much."
"No wild parties?"
"Nope."
"No drunk truckers named Bubba?"
"Nope."
"No sober truckers named Bubba?"
"Nope."
"So no trucker named Bubba, then?"
"No, Mom. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"Eh, that's okay." Lorelai plopped down next to Rory and shoved a fistful of popcorn into her mouth. "So nothing exciting, then?"
"Well, Dean gave me a rose."
"Awww, how sweet!"
"Yeah, but it was kinda weird. I was watching the movie and the doorbell rang, but when I went to answer it, no one was there except for this rose and there was a little envelope taped to it. So I went in the kitchen and read the note, but it says 'I want to tell you who I am, but I can't' or something like that." Rory explained, complete with hand gestures.
"Huh. Weird."
"I know."
"Can I read the note?"
"Yeah, it's still in the kitchen." They both got up and headed to the other room. Lorelai picked the note up off of the table and studied it quietly for a few seconds and then looked up at Rory. "That was quick."
"Yeah, well, you get your reading skills from somewhere."
"Grandpa."
"Right. Well, this is practically gossip."
"Ah." Rory nodded. "So isn't it a little freaky?"
"Actually, yes. It doesn't seem like it's from Dean, though."
"What do you mean?"
"Dean seems like the kind of guy that actually would HAND a girl flowers, rather then leaving a rose mysteriously on her porch." Rory plucked the note out of Lorelai's hand.
"So you don't think it was him?"
"I don't know sweetie."
"But who else could it be?"
"Umm.Jess?" She suggested.
"Okay, Mom, Jess and I are just friends, and anyway, that's not something he would write." Rory denied.
"Kirk?"
"Ewww, Mom!"
"Taylor?"
"Okay, blocking you out now."
"Luke. Bootsy." Lorelai yelled after Rory, who was running into her room. "Andrew!"
Rory lay, spread all over the couch, watching "Cruel Intentions" by herself, with the exception of a can of soda and bowl of popcorn. Lorelai was at the inn, working. She giggled as Annette made funny faces at the usually serious Sebastian. He cracked a smile on the screen. Rory's thoughts absentmindedly drifted to Tristan. Sebastian and Tristan were very alike, she had noticed. 'Why am I thinking of Tristan? Oh, right. Sebastian.'
She sighed as the doorbell rang. "Who is it?" She called out, unwilling to rise from her perfectly comfortable position. No one responded. Rory groaned and shoved herself up. She walked over to the door and jerked it open, expecting Dean to be standing there. Instead, there was only air. No one was there. "Okay, I should either be annoyed or freaked out. Maybe I should call Dean." She glanced around one last time and turned to go back inside, when something on the ground caught her attention. It was a single, coral colored rose.
Gently, Rory picked it up. There was a small envelope with her name on it taped to the stem. She looked up, her eyes darting around the yard and down the street, but she still saw no one. She gingerly walked into the house and closed the door behind her.
She laid the rose on the kitchen table, opened the envelope, and unfolded the piece of paper waiting inside.
Dear Rory, I want to tell you who I am, but that will mess up my plan. Don't worry, you know me, and I promise I'm not some psycho stalker person. I just thought this would be a cool way of expressing my feelings without having to talk, therefore not making a complete ass out of myself. Coral means 'desire', I desire to tell you who I am and what my feelings are, but I know I can't do that. ?me 'Strange,' Rory thought, 'but it must be from Dean. I'll see him tomorrow and thank him.'
An hour later, Lorelai walked in the door. "Rory! I'm home!" She called, her voice echoing throughout the house.
"Mom, I'm right here." Her daughter answered from the couch. She looked down.
"Oh, hey. What's up?"
"Well I just finished watching 'Cruel Intentions'."
"That's it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that's all you did while I wasn't home?"
"Pretty much."
"No wild parties?"
"Nope."
"No drunk truckers named Bubba?"
"Nope."
"No sober truckers named Bubba?"
"Nope."
"So no trucker named Bubba, then?"
"No, Mom. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"Eh, that's okay." Lorelai plopped down next to Rory and shoved a fistful of popcorn into her mouth. "So nothing exciting, then?"
"Well, Dean gave me a rose."
"Awww, how sweet!"
"Yeah, but it was kinda weird. I was watching the movie and the doorbell rang, but when I went to answer it, no one was there except for this rose and there was a little envelope taped to it. So I went in the kitchen and read the note, but it says 'I want to tell you who I am, but I can't' or something like that." Rory explained, complete with hand gestures.
"Huh. Weird."
"I know."
"Can I read the note?"
"Yeah, it's still in the kitchen." They both got up and headed to the other room. Lorelai picked the note up off of the table and studied it quietly for a few seconds and then looked up at Rory. "That was quick."
"Yeah, well, you get your reading skills from somewhere."
"Grandpa."
"Right. Well, this is practically gossip."
"Ah." Rory nodded. "So isn't it a little freaky?"
"Actually, yes. It doesn't seem like it's from Dean, though."
"What do you mean?"
"Dean seems like the kind of guy that actually would HAND a girl flowers, rather then leaving a rose mysteriously on her porch." Rory plucked the note out of Lorelai's hand.
"So you don't think it was him?"
"I don't know sweetie."
"But who else could it be?"
"Umm.Jess?" She suggested.
"Okay, Mom, Jess and I are just friends, and anyway, that's not something he would write." Rory denied.
"Kirk?"
"Ewww, Mom!"
"Taylor?"
"Okay, blocking you out now."
"Luke. Bootsy." Lorelai yelled after Rory, who was running into her room. "Andrew!"