Author's [meaningless] Note: I'm so glad there are still those few loyal Dean/Narco fans out there who appreciate these stories that I write. Please read and review it if you like it. I think i'm losing my 'skill' for writing so tell me how i'm doing, please.
The Mistake
Rory was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading a book when the front door slammed. Lorelai entered the kitchen, stopping in her tracks as she saw Rory and started to turn around to sneak into the living room, but was too slow, for Rory looked up.
"Not so fast, Lorelai."
Lorelai stopped and slowly turned around, putting her hands behind her back.
"Yes?"
"Mind telling me what you have behind your back?"
"I smell smoke, do you smell smoke?" Lorelai asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Mom. What do you have behind your back?"
"You know, I think I left the iron on upstairs before I left...things could be sinjing."
"You don't know how to operate the iron."
"..Curling iron?" she guessed.
"You've been straightening your hair for the past two weeks, now will you please stop stalling? Because eventually I will find out what's behind your back."
Lorelai shamefully brought her hands around to show what she had. It was a clear bag half filled with water with a..
"You got a fish?"
"No..I won a fish."
"How did you win a fish?"
"I was walking by Al's Pancake World, and they had a contest--"
"Say no more."
"So can I keep it?"
"Do I have to remind you of skippy, once again?"
"That was a furry damien animal..this," she said, holding up the bag and shaking it, "is a magical sea creature."
"Uh huh. I give it two days."
"You're doubting me already?"
"Considering our past experience with pets, yes."
"This isn't a pet..this is...well, it practically takes care of itself."
"You're going to take care of it yourself, you know."
"I know."
"Now, get a bowl."
Lorelai started rummaging through the cabinets and proudly exhibited a small bowl.
"Not a bowl for ice cream. A bowl for fish."
"A bowl for fish?"
"Yes. A fishbowl."
"I know what a fishbowl is but why on earth would we have one in this household?"
"For uncalled events such as this one. You coming home from Al's with a new addition to our family."
"I'll buy a fishbowl later."
"Don't wait too long."
"I won't."
"Fish die easily."
"They do have pretty short lives."
"Depressant fact."
"Do they manufacture miniature water-resistant sofas?"
"Excuse me?"
"Luxury for it's short life."
"I don't think they do."
"Damn. What are you doing tonight?"
"I'll tell you what i'm not doing. I'm not going with you to look for a store that sells anything water-resistant or miniature."
"Double Damn."
"But I am going to Dean's to watch a movie."
"His house? Why?"
"Why not?"
"You never go over to his house."
"Well maybe it's time I start."
"Are his parents home?"
"I don't know."
"Uh huh."
"What?"
"I get it. You knew I was going to be home all night tonight so you decided to take the date to his house where you can have some time alone together."
"Oxymoron."
"What?"
"Alone together."
"Good one."
"Thank you. And we're just going to be watching a movie. Plus his sister's going to be home. Probably asking endless questions about the movie."
"Lock her under the sink. She's small, she'll fit."
"Mom."
"Right. So what time are you going over there?"
Rory glanced at the clock on the wall and gasped.
"Three minutes ago," she said, getting up and heading to her room.
"Have fun."
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Rory's been at Dean's house for about an hour into the movie and, already, they had engaged in an arguement. Their voices had increasingly gotten louder. Rory sighed loudly.
"What, do you think i'm cheating on you or something?!" she asked, with a high pitch ending her question.
"That's not what I meant, Rory! God, you're pouncing on everything I say, trying to twist it into something that makes you right."
"I'm not right?"
"Not right now, no!"
"Then what is right? Tell me what's right!"
"I don't know. Maybe returning the same feeling that I give to you once in a while might be nice. You don't even enjoy being around me anymore."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I love you for you to understand it?!"
"I understand it. But lately," he said, lowering his voice, "i'm having a hard time believing that you mean it."
"Well, maybe I don't!" she screamed, not noticing that the energy in the room had calmed, but she hadn't. Rory finally realized what she had said and suddenly a wave of regret crashed down on her. The voices had stopped. There was an awkward warmth, then a sudden chill ran up her spine as something creeked in the house.
"What?" he asked, with disbelief and hurt in his tone.
Rory sympathetically moved forward, extending her hands and spoke softly, "Oh my god, Dean, I didn't--"
"No," he interrupted, keeping his eyes sternly fixated on hers, "no. I think you should leave now."
Knowing there was no immediate way she could fix what she had just done, Rory guiltily nodded and silently turned toward the door and left.
Dean closed his eyes and sighed as he brushed a hand through his hair once. He heard another creek coming from the staircase around the corner. He saw his little sister sitting on the third step, clearly eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Go back to bed, Clara."
"You're the one who woke me up."
"Sorry."
"So am I."
"Why?"
"I never liked that girl," she replied simply and walked up the stairs.
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Rory closed the door behind her and the tears belatedly welled up behind her eyes and just the same began to fall as she unconsciously walked directly home.
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Rory was sitting on her bed, wiping away the tears that kept randomly coming. Lorelai was trying to comfort her.
"You made a mistake."
Rory scoffed at her mother's understatement.
"You'll talk tomorrow and everything will be fine. Unless," Lorelai continued skeptically, "you really did mean what you said."
"I didn't mean it! We were yelling and everything was so messed up already and I just had to let my mouth take over."
"Sorry. It's genetic."
Ignoring her mother's sidecomments, Rory continued, "It was stupid. It was a mistake. I could have stayed and fixed it, but I didn't. I don't know if I can fix this, Mom."
"If you really do love him, you will be able to fix this."
"How?"
"You'll have to figure that out yourself."
"Are you going to give me some ruby slippers now?"
"Go to sleep."
Lorelai left and Rory frowned at her mother's lack of help. She turned off her only lamp and laid down to go to sleep.
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