A/N: All lines in italics belong to ASP…I'm just borrowing them to keep the episode as close to the original as possible.
Rory returned home a few hours later to find that she had a lot to do to prepare for the night and only half an hour before Dean would be over. Once she got home the reality began to hit her all of a sudden and she began to feel the doubts that her mom had mentioned. Then she realized that she practically told Dean what she had planned on happening that night and began to wish that she hadn't mentioned it quite yet in case she decided at last minute to wait a little longer. As her phone began to ring she snapped out of her thoughts and picked it up to answer.
"Hello"
"Hi, this is Phil's Liquor. I'm supposed to be delivering a keg there tonight."
"Hey. How's the spa?"
"Tranquil."
"Really?"
"I wasn't done. Tranquilizers, uh, will be required if I have to spend one more minute with my mother."
"Please tell me you're at least trying to get along with her?"
"Oh, hey, I'm being a peach."
"Really?"
"Well, I smell like a peach. So did you talk to Dean yet today?"
"Yes I did."
"And is he coming over tonight?"
"Yes he is. He should be here in about half an hour."
The doorbell rang….
"Was that the doorbell? Is he early, couldn't wait any longer huh?"
"Mom stop being dirty. I'll call you later."
"Oh wait, I wanna find out who it is."
"The sooner you get back to your weekend, the sooner it'll be over."
"Okay, but before you go, can you get out my address book and count how many friends I have? I'll wait."
"Bye."
"Mean!"
"Steal me soap!"
Rory hung up the phone and went to answer the door.
"Paris…what are you doing here?"
"I tried to stay home and study myself but I can't. I don't know what anything means anymore. I mean, I can't even read my own handwriting. What does this say? The person who wrote this should be dressed in a clown suit stuffing bodies under their porch."
Paris stormed into the house looking for any visitors or evidence of what was so important that Rory couldn't help her study.
"Paris you can't stay here, you have to go."
"Rory I need your help…I never ask you for much. You should know how much it pains me to ask you for help in the first place. That alone should give you a pretty good indication of how desperate I am."
"Paris I'm sorry I have plans tonight and any minute now those plans are going to be walking through the door and you being here when he does, most definitely not part of the plan."
"Who's coming over, Dean?"
"Yes Dean. Now Paris please you have to go."
"Well when are you expecting him?"
"In about twenty minutes."
"Well then we can study for twenty minutes, at least it's something."
"Paris…I have things to do before he gets here. Tonight isn't just going to be any old night for us. Don't you get it?"
"Yeah I got it earlier when you said I wasn't part of the plan…you and Dean are going to have sex tonight, right? It doesn't take that much preparation, what could you possibly need to do that you haven't already?"
"Fine Paris I'll study with you but only for twenty minutes and when he gets here you're leaving through the back door. Go set up at the kitchen table but don't get too comfortable."
"Thanks Rory, I owe you big."
"Yes you do. I'll be right back I have to get something from upstairs."
"Okay, but hurry I'm on a timer here."
Rory quickly ran upstairs to her mom's bathroom to find the box of Trojans in the medicine cabinet and quickly put two away in her pocket. She wanted to be prepared even though she was almost positive that Dean would be already. When she came back downstairs she could hear Paris talking to someone but didn't hear anyone else's voice. Turning the corner towards the kitchen she was surprised to see Dean sitting with Paris at the table simply nodding back as she spoke to him.
"Dean you're early." Rory said as she walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss.
"Yeah sorry, I just thought it would be you. Paris was just filling me in on the study time you promised her."
"When he knocked I thought about leaving him outside, making him think no one was home but then I figured he would end up just walking in eventually. So instead I let him inside and told him he would have to wait a little while for your undivided attention." Paris said trying to explain to Rory the situation she had set up with Dean.
"Dean, can we talk in the living room?" She asked pulling on his hand to lead the way. "I'll be right back Paris."
Once they were inside the living room and out of Paris' view Rory kissed him, this time with much more passion as she made a mess of his hair with her hands. When the kiss ended Dean continued to hold her close.
"Hey."
"Hello."
"That was a great kiss."
"Yes it was. Dean I'm sorry Paris is here, I didn't plan this. Actually I told her several times that I absolutely could not help her study tonight but Paris simply will not take no for an answer."
"Well that's okay, you can help her, I don't mind. Paris said it wouldn't take long I think she said about forty-five minutes when she mentioned it."
"That little sneak, I told her twenty."
"Rory really it's okay, I'll just watch TV for a while until you two finish. Really take your time."
"You sure you don't just want to kick her out of the house?"
"No, I don't think that would be very effective anyway."
"Yeah, you're right. How come you're being so nice?"
"Paris really seems desperate for your help. I just have to face the fact that my girlfriend is the smartest student at Chilton and sometimes other people may need your attention. Besides your mom is gone until tomorrow night, right?"
"Right."
"Well then we have all night to be alone together, don't we?"
"Yeah I guess we do. Does that mean you're going to stay the night here?"
"If you want me to."
"Signs point to yes."
"My beautiful magic eight ball." Dean looked back through into the kitchen seeing an angry Paris. "Go ahead and help Paris, the sooner you do the sooner she can get out of here and we can be alone."
"Reply hazy, try again."
"Rory seriously…go."
"It is decidedly so." Rory said as she walked away from Dean and towards Paris.