Perfect...And Absolutely Nothing Else
Part 1: The Invitation (v.2.o)
Author: Issa ;o)
Rating: PG-13
Couple: Rory/Dean
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! NOT EVEN DEAN!!…THOUGH, I REALLY WISH I DID…hehe. Also, the songs I may use DON NOT BELONG TO ME they belong to the artist I show after/ record companires, ect…blah, blah, blah…
Notes: Songs and thoughts with ' ' around them. Oh, this is the second version of 'The Invitation'. The first one sucd. Notice the v.2.0 up on top there!
Summary: How do you get the cutest couple back together?-Ah, all you need is a little love, a little cake, and Trisket(oops, I mean 'Tristen') realizing he can only be a friend…but a very good one at that. R&R, please!!
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' The Unseen Scenes from Star-Crossed Lovers and Other Strangers…'
Dean's Car_10:09PM
They sat in silence. Not a word being said. That was defiantly not a good sign. Dean sat heartbroken glancing at Rory every now and then. Rory sat with tears swelling up in her eyes every time she tried wiping them away. They sat. Nothing said. Silence, except for the radio murmuring words and songs neither of them even heard.
'Insensitive
how do you cool your lips
after a summer's kiss
how do you rid the sweat
after the body bliss
how do you turn your eyes
from the romantic glare
how do you block the sound
of a voice
you'd know anywhere
oh i really should have known
by the time you drove me home
by the vagueness in your eyes
your casual goodbyes
by the chill in your embrace
the expression on your face
that told me
maybe you might have some advice to give
on how to be
insensitive, insensitive, insensitive
how do you numb your skin
after the warmest touch
how do you slow your blood
after the body rush
how do you free your soul
after you've found a friend
how do you teach your heart
it's a time
to fall in love again
(repeat chorus)
~ 'Insensitive' LeAnn Rimes/ Jann Arden
And then they were there. Rory's house. A light in the living room left on. They sat.
"So." Rory began. "This been a incredibly fun evening." She tried joking, trying to smile at Dean.
He gazed outside in front of him. He sighed deeply. "Yeah. Sure."
Rory nodded. She knew he was upset. Who wouldn't be? She was an idiot. She totally-he told her he loved her! She knew in her heart she loved him too. "Well, Dean, I…I'm sorry."
"Don't say that, Rory. You aren't sorry."
"Yes, I am." Rory shifted to face him. "Of course I am!"
Dean turned to face her. "You can't be sorry for something you don't feel. It isn't your fault. You just…" he turned back to the window. "…don't love me."
"Dean," she touched his arm. "Dean."
"What?" He said. He was beginning to feel frustrated. "What is it, Rory?" He said looking at her.
"I do…" She took a deep breath '…love you. Say it. Say I love you. He's staring at you. Say you love him.' She thought. "I…"
Dean nodded sadly and turned away form her.
Rory shut her eyes. She couldn't believe this. She did love him. It just…it wouldn't come out. Her mouth was incapable of saying those three…little…words.
Dean exhaled slowly and then turned to her. "I think," he paused, "I think we should take a break."
"A…a break?"
"Yeah, just to cool off. I just think that maybe things are moving too fast. Maybe," he swallowed, "we aren't ready yet. You know, to really become something."
"What? Dean, I'm ready. We are something. You can't change that. Just because I can't say that doesn't mean I don't feel it." Rory stopped realizing Dean was crying. Not in the girly-loud crying. She just saw tears forming in his eyes. So she stopped talking. She couldn't change this. Even though she tried. And, she knew, she TRIED.
Dean looked back at her. "Good night."
Rory nodded realizing tears were already falling down her own cheeks. She nodded and opened the door. She shut the door and gazed back into the window. "Good night."
With that the car drove away until it was gone…just like Dean was now.
'oh you probably won't remember me
it's probably ancient history
i'm one of the chosen few
who went ahead and fell for you
i'm out of vogue i'm out of touch
i fell too fast i feel too much
i thought that you might have
some advice to give
on how to be
insensitive'
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Through the streets of Stars Hallow_4:23PM
"You have to come!" Lane exclaimed. "There is no way you could 'not' come!"
Rory shook her head sadly at her cookie-dough ice cream cone in her hand. "I can't. Going there would be like going to the funeral of the our boyfriend/girl friend thing. Proving that me and Dean aren't…I don't want to do that."
"Okay, Rory, I know this is a hard thing for you and I am totally and completely here for you 100%."
"I know." Rory replied smiling at Lane. "And that's great and everything, but something's you just can't fix."
"You can fix anything." Lane replied. "Another party will do you good. You'll have tons of fun!"
"Oh, yeah, me the third wheel with you and Henry-whoopee!" Rory said laughing.
"Not third wheel, just as my friend. I know you'll have a great time."
"And this is based on our last party experience?"
"Of course." Lane said. "Rory, I've been to a total of four parties in my life time not including my birthday parties. Those don't count, because believe me they were NOT parties."
Rory laughed. "Oh, yeah. You're grandma singing Korean-I-have-no-idea-what-she's-saying-songs while we eat rice cake cupcakes and soy milk."
Lane looked slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry when exactly did it become tell-an-embarassing-story-about-Lane-while-walking-through-the-streets-time?"
"When you brought up your birthday parties."
"Ah, so it's my fault."
"Of course not." Rory said plainly. "We'll split the fault-ness. It's both out faults."
"Okay, agreed. So anyway, come…please."
Rory contemplated the idea. "Well…"
"Please, please."
"You sure I wouldn't be crashing on you guys?"
"Of course not!' Lane exclaimed.
"Okay, sure. I'll come."
"Great you won't regret it!"
"I hope so."
"You do that."
"Okay." She smiled. "I will."
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Rory sat in Government class. She glanced at the clock. 11:53AM. Only two more minutes until the bell. She looked over at Paris who was giving her the evil eye and then looking down back at her notes. Rory looked down at her own notes, then back up again. Her gazed followed the teacher as Mrs. Marietta rattled on and on. She stopped watching the teacher when she realized Tristen was looking at her.
RING, RING
Rory gathered up her books and threw her backpack over her shoulder. She had to get out of there.
"Rory! Rory wait up." Tristen yelled.
She turned around. "You got my name right. Vast improvement."
Tristen grinned. "Yeah…well…" He followed her to her locker.
"What's up?"
"I was wondering if you'd do me this favor." He said nervously switching his trapper and books to the other arm.
"What's the favor?" Rory asked shutting her locker.
"Well,"
Rory raised her eyebrows. "Yeah?"
"There's this party on Friday and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"
"Why?" Rory said shifting her backpack.
"Well, it's a highly known fact that girls think guys who are taken are more tempting."
Rory laughed. "What happened to avoiding girls for awhile?"
"You were right. Impossible for guys like me. Please." He said grinning.
"Actually, I was already invited to this party with my friend. It's a party at Quakerberry."
"You're kidding, really?"
"No, I'm not kidding and yes, really."
"That's the party I want to go."
"Oh, well. That's really conquinsidental."
"Yes, it is. So, what do you say, do me this itsy bitsy favor?"
"What's in it for me?" Rory said smiling.
He laughed. "I promise to remember to call you Rory."
"Since I'm going already…"
"It's a date?" Tristen asked happily.
"No, it's a semi-fake boyfriend-y thing. But I'll only pretend for a half an hour, ok? I don't want people to think we're, you know, actually friends" She replied kiddingly.
"Okay, deal?" He said sticking his hand out.
Rory nodded taking his hand and shaking it. "Deal."
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PART 2: IT'S PARTY TIME….is coming up soon. I hope you guys liked the short, yet story setting beginning. R&R please! Tell me what you think. Write to you soon. Issa ;o)
Part 1: The Invitation (v.2.o)
Author: Issa ;o)
Rating: PG-13
Couple: Rory/Dean
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! NOT EVEN DEAN!!…THOUGH, I REALLY WISH I DID…hehe. Also, the songs I may use DON NOT BELONG TO ME they belong to the artist I show after/ record companires, ect…blah, blah, blah…
Notes: Songs and thoughts with ' ' around them. Oh, this is the second version of 'The Invitation'. The first one sucd. Notice the v.2.0 up on top there!
Summary: How do you get the cutest couple back together?-Ah, all you need is a little love, a little cake, and Trisket(oops, I mean 'Tristen') realizing he can only be a friend…but a very good one at that. R&R, please!!
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' The Unseen Scenes from Star-Crossed Lovers and Other Strangers…'
Dean's Car_10:09PM
They sat in silence. Not a word being said. That was defiantly not a good sign. Dean sat heartbroken glancing at Rory every now and then. Rory sat with tears swelling up in her eyes every time she tried wiping them away. They sat. Nothing said. Silence, except for the radio murmuring words and songs neither of them even heard.
'Insensitive
how do you cool your lips
after a summer's kiss
how do you rid the sweat
after the body bliss
how do you turn your eyes
from the romantic glare
how do you block the sound
of a voice
you'd know anywhere
oh i really should have known
by the time you drove me home
by the vagueness in your eyes
your casual goodbyes
by the chill in your embrace
the expression on your face
that told me
maybe you might have some advice to give
on how to be
insensitive, insensitive, insensitive
how do you numb your skin
after the warmest touch
how do you slow your blood
after the body rush
how do you free your soul
after you've found a friend
how do you teach your heart
it's a time
to fall in love again
(repeat chorus)
~ 'Insensitive' LeAnn Rimes/ Jann Arden
And then they were there. Rory's house. A light in the living room left on. They sat.
"So." Rory began. "This been a incredibly fun evening." She tried joking, trying to smile at Dean.
He gazed outside in front of him. He sighed deeply. "Yeah. Sure."
Rory nodded. She knew he was upset. Who wouldn't be? She was an idiot. She totally-he told her he loved her! She knew in her heart she loved him too. "Well, Dean, I…I'm sorry."
"Don't say that, Rory. You aren't sorry."
"Yes, I am." Rory shifted to face him. "Of course I am!"
Dean turned to face her. "You can't be sorry for something you don't feel. It isn't your fault. You just…" he turned back to the window. "…don't love me."
"Dean," she touched his arm. "Dean."
"What?" He said. He was beginning to feel frustrated. "What is it, Rory?" He said looking at her.
"I do…" She took a deep breath '…love you. Say it. Say I love you. He's staring at you. Say you love him.' She thought. "I…"
Dean nodded sadly and turned away form her.
Rory shut her eyes. She couldn't believe this. She did love him. It just…it wouldn't come out. Her mouth was incapable of saying those three…little…words.
Dean exhaled slowly and then turned to her. "I think," he paused, "I think we should take a break."
"A…a break?"
"Yeah, just to cool off. I just think that maybe things are moving too fast. Maybe," he swallowed, "we aren't ready yet. You know, to really become something."
"What? Dean, I'm ready. We are something. You can't change that. Just because I can't say that doesn't mean I don't feel it." Rory stopped realizing Dean was crying. Not in the girly-loud crying. She just saw tears forming in his eyes. So she stopped talking. She couldn't change this. Even though she tried. And, she knew, she TRIED.
Dean looked back at her. "Good night."
Rory nodded realizing tears were already falling down her own cheeks. She nodded and opened the door. She shut the door and gazed back into the window. "Good night."
With that the car drove away until it was gone…just like Dean was now.
'oh you probably won't remember me
it's probably ancient history
i'm one of the chosen few
who went ahead and fell for you
i'm out of vogue i'm out of touch
i fell too fast i feel too much
i thought that you might have
some advice to give
on how to be
insensitive'
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Through the streets of Stars Hallow_4:23PM
"You have to come!" Lane exclaimed. "There is no way you could 'not' come!"
Rory shook her head sadly at her cookie-dough ice cream cone in her hand. "I can't. Going there would be like going to the funeral of the our boyfriend/girl friend thing. Proving that me and Dean aren't…I don't want to do that."
"Okay, Rory, I know this is a hard thing for you and I am totally and completely here for you 100%."
"I know." Rory replied smiling at Lane. "And that's great and everything, but something's you just can't fix."
"You can fix anything." Lane replied. "Another party will do you good. You'll have tons of fun!"
"Oh, yeah, me the third wheel with you and Henry-whoopee!" Rory said laughing.
"Not third wheel, just as my friend. I know you'll have a great time."
"And this is based on our last party experience?"
"Of course." Lane said. "Rory, I've been to a total of four parties in my life time not including my birthday parties. Those don't count, because believe me they were NOT parties."
Rory laughed. "Oh, yeah. You're grandma singing Korean-I-have-no-idea-what-she's-saying-songs while we eat rice cake cupcakes and soy milk."
Lane looked slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry when exactly did it become tell-an-embarassing-story-about-Lane-while-walking-through-the-streets-time?"
"When you brought up your birthday parties."
"Ah, so it's my fault."
"Of course not." Rory said plainly. "We'll split the fault-ness. It's both out faults."
"Okay, agreed. So anyway, come…please."
Rory contemplated the idea. "Well…"
"Please, please."
"You sure I wouldn't be crashing on you guys?"
"Of course not!' Lane exclaimed.
"Okay, sure. I'll come."
"Great you won't regret it!"
"I hope so."
"You do that."
"Okay." She smiled. "I will."
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Rory sat in Government class. She glanced at the clock. 11:53AM. Only two more minutes until the bell. She looked over at Paris who was giving her the evil eye and then looking down back at her notes. Rory looked down at her own notes, then back up again. Her gazed followed the teacher as Mrs. Marietta rattled on and on. She stopped watching the teacher when she realized Tristen was looking at her.
RING, RING
Rory gathered up her books and threw her backpack over her shoulder. She had to get out of there.
"Rory! Rory wait up." Tristen yelled.
She turned around. "You got my name right. Vast improvement."
Tristen grinned. "Yeah…well…" He followed her to her locker.
"What's up?"
"I was wondering if you'd do me this favor." He said nervously switching his trapper and books to the other arm.
"What's the favor?" Rory asked shutting her locker.
"Well,"
Rory raised her eyebrows. "Yeah?"
"There's this party on Friday and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"
"Why?" Rory said shifting her backpack.
"Well, it's a highly known fact that girls think guys who are taken are more tempting."
Rory laughed. "What happened to avoiding girls for awhile?"
"You were right. Impossible for guys like me. Please." He said grinning.
"Actually, I was already invited to this party with my friend. It's a party at Quakerberry."
"You're kidding, really?"
"No, I'm not kidding and yes, really."
"That's the party I want to go."
"Oh, well. That's really conquinsidental."
"Yes, it is. So, what do you say, do me this itsy bitsy favor?"
"What's in it for me?" Rory said smiling.
He laughed. "I promise to remember to call you Rory."
"Since I'm going already…"
"It's a date?" Tristen asked happily.
"No, it's a semi-fake boyfriend-y thing. But I'll only pretend for a half an hour, ok? I don't want people to think we're, you know, actually friends" She replied kiddingly.
"Okay, deal?" He said sticking his hand out.
Rory nodded taking his hand and shaking it. "Deal."
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PART 2: IT'S PARTY TIME….is coming up soon. I hope you guys liked the short, yet story setting beginning. R&R please! Tell me what you think. Write to you soon. Issa ;o)