This occurs during the end of "There's the Rub." Dean is heading home.
Paris is on the phone asking for permission to stay over at Rory's.
As Dean headed home and Paris was on the phone, Rory could not control her own thoughts. What if Paris had never come over? What if Paris would have left when Jess got here? What if Dean would have never come over either? What would have happened between Jess and me? "Snap out of it!" Rory screamed to herself. Paris gave her an odd look, but continued on with her phone call. Rory still could not control her thoughts. What is wrong with me? I have Dean. Why can't I keep my mind off of.....no, I didn't say it. I CAN keep my mind off of...him! Can't I? I love Dean, right? Of course I do. I love Dean and Dean loves me. Rory was cut off from her own thoughts when she heard Paris talking to her. "Rory, Rory, Are you listening to me?" Paris said. "Oh yeah, Sorry, I was just thinking." "I could tell. What were you thinking about?" Rory could feel her cheeks growing hot. She didn't know what to say. Paris could sense Rory's nervousness. "Anyways, I have permission to stay over, if you're sure you don't mind," Paris said. "Oh, no, I don't mind," Rory said. "Maybe you can keep my thoughts off of Jess," she mumbled. Did I actually just admit that I'm thinking about Jess? Oh my goodness, I did. Not only did I admit it, I admitted it out loud. I hope Paris didn't hear me! "What did you say, Rory." "Nothing, I said nothing," Rory lied. Paris could tell something was bothering Rory. She decided to change the subject. "Sorry to bother you, Rory. I was wondering if you could you take me to your pharmacy. I'm probably going to swell up any minute now." "Oh, yeah, sure," said Rory. I need to get out of the house anyway. Maybe that will keep my mind off of Jess. Rory and Paris left the Gilmore house. They continued to walk through Stars Hollow. Paris was going on about her grades still. "I'm never going to get into Harvard. I got an A-. They're never going to let someone like me into Harvard. I mean why would Harvard accept me, who got an A-, rather than someone else who always gets a perfect grade on everything. I'm doomed. My life as I know it is over." "Paris, you got one A- in your entire life. I don't think Harvard will care that much. You get perfect grades on everything else. We can study some more when we get back to my house if you would like." "Yes. Thank you very much, Rory. I have to study more. I mean an A- is so..." "I know, Paris. I will help you, but only if you promise not to talk about you're A- until we get back to my house. Deal?" "Ok, Deal. Where is this pharmacy anyways?" "It's right down this street and around the.." They walked right past Luke's, and Jess was wiping off tables. Rory didn't even realize that she was in mid-sentence and just quit talking to Paris. Rory was staring at Jess. He looked up and their eyes met. Rory began to think again. His eyes are so gorgeous. I just get lost in them. He is so. "Rory, Rory...." Paris gave Rory a confused look, then looked up and saw what Rory was staring at. Paris smiled. It was so obvious that they liked each other. She could see the way Jess looked at Rory the whole time they were eating. "Huh?" Rory said, "Oh. Sorry, I was just thinking." "Yeah, I could tell," Paris said as she smiled. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Rory asked, curious. "Oh. No reason at all," said Paris. An idea popped into her head. If this works, it will be perfect, Paris thought. They finally arrived at the pharmacy. Paris got what she needed, and they left. I hope this idea works. Rory may not be able to tell what she wants, but I can, thought Paris. Neither one of them talked the rest of the way back to the Gilmore house. Rory's thoughts were still on a special diner boy. Paris, however, had a plan. This was going to be one crazy idea.
A/N: Sorry this isn't very long. This is my first fanfic. Just be honest. If it's good, tell me. If it's terrible, still tell me. I pretty much have an idea of what I'm going to write. Although, I am still open for ideas and suggestions. I hope you enjoy the story!
As Dean headed home and Paris was on the phone, Rory could not control her own thoughts. What if Paris had never come over? What if Paris would have left when Jess got here? What if Dean would have never come over either? What would have happened between Jess and me? "Snap out of it!" Rory screamed to herself. Paris gave her an odd look, but continued on with her phone call. Rory still could not control her thoughts. What is wrong with me? I have Dean. Why can't I keep my mind off of.....no, I didn't say it. I CAN keep my mind off of...him! Can't I? I love Dean, right? Of course I do. I love Dean and Dean loves me. Rory was cut off from her own thoughts when she heard Paris talking to her. "Rory, Rory, Are you listening to me?" Paris said. "Oh yeah, Sorry, I was just thinking." "I could tell. What were you thinking about?" Rory could feel her cheeks growing hot. She didn't know what to say. Paris could sense Rory's nervousness. "Anyways, I have permission to stay over, if you're sure you don't mind," Paris said. "Oh, no, I don't mind," Rory said. "Maybe you can keep my thoughts off of Jess," she mumbled. Did I actually just admit that I'm thinking about Jess? Oh my goodness, I did. Not only did I admit it, I admitted it out loud. I hope Paris didn't hear me! "What did you say, Rory." "Nothing, I said nothing," Rory lied. Paris could tell something was bothering Rory. She decided to change the subject. "Sorry to bother you, Rory. I was wondering if you could you take me to your pharmacy. I'm probably going to swell up any minute now." "Oh, yeah, sure," said Rory. I need to get out of the house anyway. Maybe that will keep my mind off of Jess. Rory and Paris left the Gilmore house. They continued to walk through Stars Hollow. Paris was going on about her grades still. "I'm never going to get into Harvard. I got an A-. They're never going to let someone like me into Harvard. I mean why would Harvard accept me, who got an A-, rather than someone else who always gets a perfect grade on everything. I'm doomed. My life as I know it is over." "Paris, you got one A- in your entire life. I don't think Harvard will care that much. You get perfect grades on everything else. We can study some more when we get back to my house if you would like." "Yes. Thank you very much, Rory. I have to study more. I mean an A- is so..." "I know, Paris. I will help you, but only if you promise not to talk about you're A- until we get back to my house. Deal?" "Ok, Deal. Where is this pharmacy anyways?" "It's right down this street and around the.." They walked right past Luke's, and Jess was wiping off tables. Rory didn't even realize that she was in mid-sentence and just quit talking to Paris. Rory was staring at Jess. He looked up and their eyes met. Rory began to think again. His eyes are so gorgeous. I just get lost in them. He is so. "Rory, Rory...." Paris gave Rory a confused look, then looked up and saw what Rory was staring at. Paris smiled. It was so obvious that they liked each other. She could see the way Jess looked at Rory the whole time they were eating. "Huh?" Rory said, "Oh. Sorry, I was just thinking." "Yeah, I could tell," Paris said as she smiled. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Rory asked, curious. "Oh. No reason at all," said Paris. An idea popped into her head. If this works, it will be perfect, Paris thought. They finally arrived at the pharmacy. Paris got what she needed, and they left. I hope this idea works. Rory may not be able to tell what she wants, but I can, thought Paris. Neither one of them talked the rest of the way back to the Gilmore house. Rory's thoughts were still on a special diner boy. Paris, however, had a plan. This was going to be one crazy idea.
A/N: Sorry this isn't very long. This is my first fanfic. Just be honest. If it's good, tell me. If it's terrible, still tell me. I pretty much have an idea of what I'm going to write. Although, I am still open for ideas and suggestions. I hope you enjoy the story!