A/N: Hey you guys, I'm on my second story! I need a beta, so if any of you
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Thanks and I hope you like this fic!
Summary: Divorce brings people apart, but it could also open the door for a new relationship to begin. Trory.
Disclaimer: I own Jonathan and Laura, but none of the others.
Chapter 1: Child Psychology
Rory woke up and turned around to face her husband on the other side of the bed. She smiled. Another wonderful morning, another wonderful day.
"Hey babe," Jonathan said to her, then leaned down to kiss her.
She kissed back. "Hey, you want breakfast?"
"You cooking breakfast?" he asked as if it was the most outrageous thing in the world
"No... you cooking breakfast," Rory replied with a smile.
Jon got up and but on a shirt and pajama pants. "When do you have to be at the school?"
"The same time I always do."
"Well, I was hoping you would play hooky with me today...?"
"I never do," Rory started to get up to teach her 11th graders, at 7:30.
"Maybe you could make an exception... for me...?"
"Sorry, sweets, test today," Rory smiled at her husband of 2 and a half years.
Jonathan looked down exaggeratingly and put his bottom lip out, trying to move her decision.
Rory shook her head and gave him a face of 'sorry.'
Jon walked down to the kitchen of their small apartment, to make breakfast. It was 6:30 AM, and Rory liked to be at her North Carolina job at around 7:15.
Their apartment was made for just them. It had only one room, one bathroom, a living room attached to the kitchen; it was extremely small.
Rory dressed and went to the kitchen to eat.
"You look pretty," Jon said as he set a plate on the table in front of the chair she was sitting in.
"More than yesterday?"
"Definitely."
"Good." Another beautiful smile escaped her lips.
"So, you have 15 minutes to eat that."
"I think I will manage," Rory said, looking down at her very full plate.
"The way you and your mother eat, I don't get how skinny you both are."
"It's the fast metabolism."
"I'm sure it is," he said sarcastically, "I think you go to the gym without me."
"Me and machinery...?"
"You're right," he said, teasing her.
"Leave me alone to eat in peace," she said, playing along with his joking.
"Then I shouldn't go, should I?"
"I guess not, but be quiet."
"I always am."
"Sure you are."
"What time are you coming home today?"
"Around 5. Why?"
Jon put on a baby face. "Because I miss you."
"Oh, shove it, already!" she said playfully.
Rory finished her breakfast just in time, kissed Jonathan and left walking to the school she worked in. She wore jeans and a t-shirt that read "Dusty Vinyl, Get Your Groove On!" and sneakers.
She lived really close to East Brook High School. And she had meant it to be that way, so she didn't have to spend money on a car. Unlike most of the people in North Carolina, Rory and Jon's marriage was a poor one; money wise. But Rory was happy.
"Ms. Kensing!" Rory heard a voice calling her.
She turned around to meet a very out-of-breath brunette girl, about her height.
"What Jane?"
"I had a question about a part in the notes I took."
"Which part?"
"Did Shakespeare mean what he said right there, or was he being sarcastic?" Jane pointed to a part on a paper that had writing on it.
"He was being sarcastic, but you find out later that he really did mean it..." Rory searched her notes, "...right there," she said pointing.
"Oh! I see!" Jane smiled.
"So, you wanna walk with me?" asked Rory, pointing down the street to the school.
Jane breathed. "Sure," she answered, and they were off.
"So, how's Mr. Kensing?" Jane asked.
"Oh, please! Call him Jonathan; Mr. Kensing makes him sound old, and if he's old, than I would have to be old, and... well, I'm not."
Jane smiled. "How's Jonathan doing?"
"He doing quite well, thank you for asking," Rory replied at an upbeat tone.
The two laughed, and continued on their walk to school.
"I think I'm prepared for your test," Jane said, still smiling.
"Well, I would hope so, if you don't get at least a B on this test, I will have to lower your grade to a C, and I know your parents wouldn't like that."
"Yeah, they wouldn't... but I can't really seem to grasp the assigned literature."
"Well, I guess we could set up a study time for us. Just to help keep you on task."
"Really?" Jane asked, her face glowing.
"Yeah, I would really like to see you get that B up to an A-."
"Oh, my god, Ms. Kensing! Thank you!"
Rory just smiled as they continued to walk.
---Later---
Rory started to walk back to her apartment at 3:45. She was early.
She had decided to postpone the test until tomorrow, because most of the kids in her classes were out on a sick day.
And she thought that John would want to spend some more time with her.
Lately, she has been coming home pretty late. And she knew that Jon didn't like that, even though he wouldn't say anything about it.
When she got to her apartment door, she opened it with her keys.
She looked around; he didn't seem to be there.
But today, she had gotten pen on her jeans, so she wanted to change, so she started to walk to her room.
But when she opened the door, "Oh, my god," she said, to the girl that was having sex with her husband.
A/N: Should I keep going? I don't know. I just had the idea, and please keep reading if you tell me I should. I mean, I think you should see where I am going with this. And remember! I NEED A BETA! I tend to spell things wrong, and I tend to use bad grammar. It's not my fault... well, yeah, maybe it is... --shrugs shoulders—
!Paige!
Summary: Divorce brings people apart, but it could also open the door for a new relationship to begin. Trory.
Disclaimer: I own Jonathan and Laura, but none of the others.
Chapter 1: Child Psychology
Rory woke up and turned around to face her husband on the other side of the bed. She smiled. Another wonderful morning, another wonderful day.
"Hey babe," Jonathan said to her, then leaned down to kiss her.
She kissed back. "Hey, you want breakfast?"
"You cooking breakfast?" he asked as if it was the most outrageous thing in the world
"No... you cooking breakfast," Rory replied with a smile.
Jon got up and but on a shirt and pajama pants. "When do you have to be at the school?"
"The same time I always do."
"Well, I was hoping you would play hooky with me today...?"
"I never do," Rory started to get up to teach her 11th graders, at 7:30.
"Maybe you could make an exception... for me...?"
"Sorry, sweets, test today," Rory smiled at her husband of 2 and a half years.
Jonathan looked down exaggeratingly and put his bottom lip out, trying to move her decision.
Rory shook her head and gave him a face of 'sorry.'
Jon walked down to the kitchen of their small apartment, to make breakfast. It was 6:30 AM, and Rory liked to be at her North Carolina job at around 7:15.
Their apartment was made for just them. It had only one room, one bathroom, a living room attached to the kitchen; it was extremely small.
Rory dressed and went to the kitchen to eat.
"You look pretty," Jon said as he set a plate on the table in front of the chair she was sitting in.
"More than yesterday?"
"Definitely."
"Good." Another beautiful smile escaped her lips.
"So, you have 15 minutes to eat that."
"I think I will manage," Rory said, looking down at her very full plate.
"The way you and your mother eat, I don't get how skinny you both are."
"It's the fast metabolism."
"I'm sure it is," he said sarcastically, "I think you go to the gym without me."
"Me and machinery...?"
"You're right," he said, teasing her.
"Leave me alone to eat in peace," she said, playing along with his joking.
"Then I shouldn't go, should I?"
"I guess not, but be quiet."
"I always am."
"Sure you are."
"What time are you coming home today?"
"Around 5. Why?"
Jon put on a baby face. "Because I miss you."
"Oh, shove it, already!" she said playfully.
Rory finished her breakfast just in time, kissed Jonathan and left walking to the school she worked in. She wore jeans and a t-shirt that read "Dusty Vinyl, Get Your Groove On!" and sneakers.
She lived really close to East Brook High School. And she had meant it to be that way, so she didn't have to spend money on a car. Unlike most of the people in North Carolina, Rory and Jon's marriage was a poor one; money wise. But Rory was happy.
"Ms. Kensing!" Rory heard a voice calling her.
She turned around to meet a very out-of-breath brunette girl, about her height.
"What Jane?"
"I had a question about a part in the notes I took."
"Which part?"
"Did Shakespeare mean what he said right there, or was he being sarcastic?" Jane pointed to a part on a paper that had writing on it.
"He was being sarcastic, but you find out later that he really did mean it..." Rory searched her notes, "...right there," she said pointing.
"Oh! I see!" Jane smiled.
"So, you wanna walk with me?" asked Rory, pointing down the street to the school.
Jane breathed. "Sure," she answered, and they were off.
"So, how's Mr. Kensing?" Jane asked.
"Oh, please! Call him Jonathan; Mr. Kensing makes him sound old, and if he's old, than I would have to be old, and... well, I'm not."
Jane smiled. "How's Jonathan doing?"
"He doing quite well, thank you for asking," Rory replied at an upbeat tone.
The two laughed, and continued on their walk to school.
"I think I'm prepared for your test," Jane said, still smiling.
"Well, I would hope so, if you don't get at least a B on this test, I will have to lower your grade to a C, and I know your parents wouldn't like that."
"Yeah, they wouldn't... but I can't really seem to grasp the assigned literature."
"Well, I guess we could set up a study time for us. Just to help keep you on task."
"Really?" Jane asked, her face glowing.
"Yeah, I would really like to see you get that B up to an A-."
"Oh, my god, Ms. Kensing! Thank you!"
Rory just smiled as they continued to walk.
---Later---
Rory started to walk back to her apartment at 3:45. She was early.
She had decided to postpone the test until tomorrow, because most of the kids in her classes were out on a sick day.
And she thought that John would want to spend some more time with her.
Lately, she has been coming home pretty late. And she knew that Jon didn't like that, even though he wouldn't say anything about it.
When she got to her apartment door, she opened it with her keys.
She looked around; he didn't seem to be there.
But today, she had gotten pen on her jeans, so she wanted to change, so she started to walk to her room.
But when she opened the door, "Oh, my god," she said, to the girl that was having sex with her husband.
A/N: Should I keep going? I don't know. I just had the idea, and please keep reading if you tell me I should. I mean, I think you should see where I am going with this. And remember! I NEED A BETA! I tend to spell things wrong, and I tend to use bad grammar. It's not my fault... well, yeah, maybe it is... --shrugs shoulders—
!Paige!