Chapter two ~ The Dream
Rory stirred in her bed, throwing the comforter onto the floor.
*Man, it is so hot in here,* she thought to herself for what seemed like the thousandth time since she'd crawled into bed.
That evening, Rory had been completely drained on both emotional and physical levels. She had barely had enough strength to walk the short distance to Al's Pancake World for supper. In a sense, she was glad that Luke and Lorelai were fighting about something or other; she and her mother hadn't had a regular meal at the diner since the car accident. Lorelai would bring home coffee from the inn and they would either eat at Al's, order pizza or go to Sookie's place. Not going to the diner meant that there was a lesser chance of her unexpectedly bumping into a certain boy, and she was glad to be able to keep putting off the day where she'd have to talk to him. It was sick to be relieved to see her mother and her friend fighting, and she knew it, but she couldn't face the music just yet.
Rory rolled over in her bed and looked out the window at the moon. It was full, and its light illuminated her bedroom in its entirety. Bringing her arm up to her face, she toyed with the bracelet around her wrist; the bracelet that Dean, the boy whom she loved, had so kindly made for her. She moved her finger around the smooth edge of the charm, feeling its even texture. She couldn't believe what was going on in her life. Everything was a mess. Dejectedly, Rory sighed and closed her eyes. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
** Everything was peaceful. Rory lay on a soft blanket under the drooping branches of a weeping willow, holding a book in one hand, and Dean's hand in the other. A light breeze rippled the edges of the afghan and whipped her hair so that it framed the delicate features of her face; her creamy white skin, her rosy cheeks and her piercing blue eyes. She rested her head on Dean's shoulder and sighed happily, an enormous rush of serenity washing over her like the tide.
"I couldn't ask for anything better," Dean cooed into her ear, tickling the delicate skin surrounding it.
Rory giggled and tilted her head upward to look at her boyfriend's face. Dean slowly lowered his face to hers and captured her lips in a soft, tender kiss. Rory immediately responded to the kiss, bringing both her hands to his broad shoulders to pull him in even closer. Moving his hand to the small of her back, Dean gently brought her down so she was lying flat on the blanket, all the while never breaking the kiss. Tentatively, he kissed down her jaw line, lightly sucking as he moved his way to her neck. Rory wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through the messy dark locks on his head. Dean kissed his way back up to her lips, capturing them in a tantalising kiss. Rory moaned into his mouth. When both finally parted for air, Rory looked up, an utter look of satisfaction on her face. Her eyes took a moment to adjust, due to the almost blinding light of the sun, but when they came into focus, she reached her hand up to stroke her boyfriend's cheek.
Rory gasped. Above her sat not the boy she loved, but Jess Mariano. Completely bewildered, Rory sat up abruptly. But as Jess pulled on her arm gently, she succumbed to her passion and pulled him into a short, but tempestuous kiss. When they withdrew, Jess leaned into Rory, putting his muscular arm around her slender shoulders.
"Thank you," he whispered, almost inaudibly. **
Rory awoke. Her sheets were twisted around her, trapping her in a sea of linen. Her neck and back were drenched with sweat, causing her hair to stick in a matted mess around her face. Tears of frustration spilled from her eyes onto her cheeks.
*What is going on?* she thought, still trying to process what she had just dreamed. *This can't be happening! Dean is my only love! I will love him forever; no one can take his place.*
Rory tugged on the strap of her bracelet. More confused than ever, Rory put her tear stained face on her pillow and cried herself back to sleep.
Rory stirred in her bed, throwing the comforter onto the floor.
*Man, it is so hot in here,* she thought to herself for what seemed like the thousandth time since she'd crawled into bed.
That evening, Rory had been completely drained on both emotional and physical levels. She had barely had enough strength to walk the short distance to Al's Pancake World for supper. In a sense, she was glad that Luke and Lorelai were fighting about something or other; she and her mother hadn't had a regular meal at the diner since the car accident. Lorelai would bring home coffee from the inn and they would either eat at Al's, order pizza or go to Sookie's place. Not going to the diner meant that there was a lesser chance of her unexpectedly bumping into a certain boy, and she was glad to be able to keep putting off the day where she'd have to talk to him. It was sick to be relieved to see her mother and her friend fighting, and she knew it, but she couldn't face the music just yet.
Rory rolled over in her bed and looked out the window at the moon. It was full, and its light illuminated her bedroom in its entirety. Bringing her arm up to her face, she toyed with the bracelet around her wrist; the bracelet that Dean, the boy whom she loved, had so kindly made for her. She moved her finger around the smooth edge of the charm, feeling its even texture. She couldn't believe what was going on in her life. Everything was a mess. Dejectedly, Rory sighed and closed her eyes. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
** Everything was peaceful. Rory lay on a soft blanket under the drooping branches of a weeping willow, holding a book in one hand, and Dean's hand in the other. A light breeze rippled the edges of the afghan and whipped her hair so that it framed the delicate features of her face; her creamy white skin, her rosy cheeks and her piercing blue eyes. She rested her head on Dean's shoulder and sighed happily, an enormous rush of serenity washing over her like the tide.
"I couldn't ask for anything better," Dean cooed into her ear, tickling the delicate skin surrounding it.
Rory giggled and tilted her head upward to look at her boyfriend's face. Dean slowly lowered his face to hers and captured her lips in a soft, tender kiss. Rory immediately responded to the kiss, bringing both her hands to his broad shoulders to pull him in even closer. Moving his hand to the small of her back, Dean gently brought her down so she was lying flat on the blanket, all the while never breaking the kiss. Tentatively, he kissed down her jaw line, lightly sucking as he moved his way to her neck. Rory wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through the messy dark locks on his head. Dean kissed his way back up to her lips, capturing them in a tantalising kiss. Rory moaned into his mouth. When both finally parted for air, Rory looked up, an utter look of satisfaction on her face. Her eyes took a moment to adjust, due to the almost blinding light of the sun, but when they came into focus, she reached her hand up to stroke her boyfriend's cheek.
Rory gasped. Above her sat not the boy she loved, but Jess Mariano. Completely bewildered, Rory sat up abruptly. But as Jess pulled on her arm gently, she succumbed to her passion and pulled him into a short, but tempestuous kiss. When they withdrew, Jess leaned into Rory, putting his muscular arm around her slender shoulders.
"Thank you," he whispered, almost inaudibly. **
Rory awoke. Her sheets were twisted around her, trapping her in a sea of linen. Her neck and back were drenched with sweat, causing her hair to stick in a matted mess around her face. Tears of frustration spilled from her eyes onto her cheeks.
*What is going on?* she thought, still trying to process what she had just dreamed. *This can't be happening! Dean is my only love! I will love him forever; no one can take his place.*
Rory tugged on the strap of her bracelet. More confused than ever, Rory put her tear stained face on her pillow and cried herself back to sleep.