Perfect…And Absolutely Nothing Else
Part 2: It's Party Time
Author: Issa ;o)
Couple: Rory/Dean..or is it?
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! NOT EVEN DEAN!!…THOUGH, I REALLY WISH I DID…hehe. Also, the songs I may use DON NOT BELONG TO ME they belong to the artist I show after/ record companies, etc…blah, blah, blah…
Notes: Songs and thoughts with ' ' around them
Summary: How do you get the cutest couple back together?-Ah, all you need is a little love, a little cake, and Trisket(oops, I mean 'Tristen') realizing he can only be a friend…but a very good one at that. R&R, please!!
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Rory put earrings on her ears and glanced at herself in the mirror. Displeased with what she saw she patted down her skirt and pulled her hair back.
"Rory?" Lorelai yelled from the living room.
"Yeah, mom?" Rory asked turning away.
Lorelai walked into Rory's room holding her hand. "Hey, sweetie where are those-" She looked up. "Oh, wow, you look nice. Special plans tonight?"
"Not really. I'm just going to another party."
"Honey, before we know it you'll be going to a Chilton rave!" Lorelai exclaimed. "You know-Ecstasy, books, discussions on Shakespeare, cheese and crackers--party on!"
"Mom…"
Lorelai laughed. "Ok, just kidding."
"What were you looking for?"
"You know those awesome tattoo Band-Aid things? The kinds with those funky peace signs and really yellow happy faces? We bought them last Saturday?"
"Yeah, what about them?" Rory said going to her closet. She put on a pink sweater and smiled conveying herself model-like.
"Uh-uh." Lorelai said looking at it. "Too pink. Way to pink. Oh, the Band-Aids where are they?"
"Um, I think…" She slipped her arm through a orange-red-ish cardigan. "I think, they are on top of the fire place."
"Oh, that looks good." Lorelai said getting up she turned and headed to the door. She flipped around. "Ok, wait. Why are the Band-Aids near the fire place? Last time I checked all sharp objects were moved away from the fire place in fear that the hard BRICK would get a scratch in it!"
Rory looked at her mother. "Wel, I was studying…and I got a paper cut." She said raising her pinky finger.
"Damn paper!" Lorelai said smiling. She got up and walked through the door. She called from the living-room. "Honey, what party are you going to?"
"It's a party at Quakerberry."
"Oh, ok." Lorelai replied.
Rory looked at herself in the mirror. This time she smiled. She grabbed her bag and walked out.
"Here, sweetie. Cell phone, money, keys-"
"Oh, I don't need them."
"How can a teenage girl admit she doesn't need money!" Lorelai replied acting astonished.
"No, I mean the keys. See, I've got a ride."
"A ride? With who?"
"This guy from Chilton." Rory admitted putting on her coat.
"You're going with a potential lawyer or accountant? Don't do that or you'll regret it when your wrinkly and forty."
"No, not a date-date. A friend thing."
"Yeah, sure. Where have I heard that before?"
HONK, HONK
"Hey, there's your date."
Rory looked at her mom.
"Okay, okay." Lorelai raised her hands. "I surrender-it's your friend!"
Rory smiled and kissed her mom on the cheek. "Bye, mom."
"Bye, have fun."
"Okay." Rory smiled. "I will." She shut the door behind her.
Lorelai looked at the door. "I know."
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Rory hopped into the car, music blaring. "Wow, um, nice Porsche."
Tristen smiled egotistically. "Yeah, it was a gift."
"Nice gift."
"Defiantly!"
Rory shifted in her leather seat as she looked around the car. "It has that new car smell."
Tristen laughed. "Yeah, it's new. Like one-month-old-new."
Rory grinned. "So, we should go."
"Yeah…okay." Tristen nervously started the engine. "Here we go."
After about ten minutes of silence…
"So, how'd you do on the Government test?"
"What?" Tristen looking from the road to Rory. "Oh…right…government test. I did okay. You?"
"That whole feudalism thing is cracked. I only got half a point because I was mixed up with federalism."
Tristen smiled. "Rory getting confused…I am amazed." He paused. "I heard that they're actually going to let us have spiral notebooks next semester."
Rory looked him. "Really?" She asked being fakely enthusiastic.
"Yeah."
"Big improvement. Spiral notebooks-yippee!"
Tristen laughed. "So, I heard a bunch of people from Chilton are going to be here."
"How'd they know about it?"
"Flyers in the boys' bathroom." Tristen replied. "I heard that there were some in the girls' bathroom too."
Rory nodded. "Really? Oh, I totally missed those! Were they those cheesy-colored flyers with the big fat black letters?"
"Yeah. Those are the ones!" Tristen replied turning into a large driveway.
Rory smiled. She looked up and there they were. One very large house. Very loud music. One very big party.
"Shall we go?"
"Yes, we shall." Rory said getting out of the car.
Tristen shut the car door. He took a deep breath as he gazed at the house. "Okay, let's go."
Rory pushed open the doors. The room smelt like pizza and cologne. "Wow, this is fun." She replied sarcastically.
"Okay, I know you're not a party person, but try to enjoy yourself. You're MY date, remember?" He said slipping his hand into hers.
She gave him a perplexed look and realized they had a little 'bargain'. She smiled and gazed around herself. In the distance she saw someone staring at her, intently, broken-hearted. Her heart froze when she realized…it was Dean.
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Rory could feel her entire body tense up. As far as she could tell Dean was feeling the same exact thing. She watched as he walked away.
Tristen looked at her. "What's the matter?"
"Um…no-nothing. I'm fine."
"Ok, do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah, sure." Rory mumbled.
"Okay, I'll be right back." Tristen said heading for the punchbowl.
Rory was bearly paying any attention. She quickly searched the room. No Dean.
"Rory!" Lane exclaimed.
"Hey, Lane." Rory responded.
Lane smiled. But then she realized Rory looked famished. "Did you see-" She began.
Rory nodded. "-Dean. Yeah, I did."
"Oh. That can't be good."
"Not even close to anything good. Especially since he saw me with Tristen."
"Tristen?" Lane asked. "Isn't that the guy you hate. The, uh, Mary-guy?"
"That's the guy."
"Rory, I have considered the fact that we may have switched places. Where I become you, the girl with the cute guy, and you become me, but you are taking my not-so-intelligent brain to a new level."
Rory looked above Lane's head and then back down. "Explain please."
"You took Tristen to this party?"
"Other way around."
"He took you?"
"Yup. Unfortunately. But I think we're in the SLOW process of actually becoming friends."
"That's always good." Lane replied.
Tristen slid his arm around Rory's waist. "Hello, sweetie."
Rory looked at him uncomfortably and then back at Lane. Lane intern shrugged mouthing 'That's what you get.'
Tristen loosened his grip while handing her a white foam cup filled with a red liquid. "I'm sorry, am I not allowed to call you sweetie?"
"No, you aren't. Sweetie's such a outdated Save-by-the-Bell-y nickname. And don't hold me on the waist we've only been going out for 25 minutes."
Tristen laughed taking his hand off her waist. "Saved-by-the-Bell-y?"
Lane grumbled.
"Oh." Rory looked at Lane again realizing that Lane didn't officially know Tristen. "Tristen this is Lane, Lane-Tristen."
"Hey." Tristen replied cooly.
"Hi." Lane answered. "Rory can I talk to you?"
"Sure." She turned to Tristen. "I'll be right back."
Tristen watched as she walked down the corridor sipping his punch. He had a disgusted look on his face looking at the cup and pouring it into a plant's vase realizing he should never have sipped the punch.
Lane stop suddenly and swirled around. "Okay, so what are you going to do about the Dean thing."
"I don't know. I mean, you know I'm not completely over Dean yet. He was such a great guy, but I made this deal with Tristen. I'll just-ugh, Lane, I honestly don't know what I'm doing to do." Rory admitted.
"Just try avoiding."
"But I don't want to avoid him." Rory added quickly.
"Then, try talking to him-"
"But, I don't want to talk to him. Not yet." Rory said taking another quick Dean Check. Nada.
"Well, you should probably try to do something." Lane said.
Henry came over to Lane smiling. "Hey, Rory."
"Hi." Rory answered.
"You want to dance?" Henry asked Lane.
Lane looked at Rory. "Yeah, go ahead." Rory said with a smile.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll figure out what I'm going to do."
"Okay, if you need me-"
Rory smiled. "Just go."
"Okay." Lane smiled and walked through the crowds of people.
Rory sat down on the steps gazing at the nasty red stuff Tristen gave her. She took a sip, and held the cup disgusted. "The Food Network people would be pleased." She said putting it down. She looked around the room for her "boyfriend". Ugh, boyfriend. She laughed at thinking Tristen was her boyfriend. No, of course not. He was a boy friend. She sighed. "Well, sort of…"
"Well, sort of what?" She heard someone say as they sat a step higher then her on the staircase.
Rory looked up and saw Dean he was looking around the room. "Dean-" She exclaimed. "Hi, I-I didn't know you were-" She paused suddenly nervous.
He looked down at her with a sly grin. "It's okay." He looked at the punch in his hand taking a sip. "Ugh, that is not good." He said twirling the cup between his hands.
Rory smiled. "I'll second that opinion."
"So, uh, you came with someone." He paused. "With Tristen."
Rory was panicky. "Oh, yeah. We're friends. You know, I kind of owed him for something and he needed to make an appearance with someone-and I-"
"Was that someone." Dean filled in. "Yeah," He hesitated. "It's, um, it's okay."
Rory nodded. She didn't know how to answer that, answer Dean. How could she? This was their first actual conversation since…the break up. "Yeah, um…"
"I knew he liked you. He has a thing for you."
"This is, what, the fourth time you told me that not-needed because untrue information, right?" She asked indicated. Ever since the dance Dean thought Tristen had a 'thing for her'.
Dean laughed. "I only speak the truth."
Just then a fast song began to play.
' I can't get Enough of you Baby- Smashmouth
I can't get enough of you, baby. I can't get enough of you, baby.
Yes, it's true.
Baby, yes, it's true.
Whenever we kiss, I get a feeling like this I get to wishing that there were two of you.
My heart cries out More baby. It feels so nice I want your arms to wrap around me twice!
I can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Right around
Baby, right around.'
Dean jumped down the stairs. "I'll see ya around, Rory." He replied as he left into the crowds of teenagers.
With the music blasting you could bearly hear Rory reply back to him. "Bye, Dean." She said, but he couldn't hear it. She knew he didn't…And she was afraid he never would.
Tristen ran up to her on the stairs surprising Rory. "Rory, come on. Let's dance!"
Slipping her hand around his she smiled. "Okay, let's go."
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Hey, guys! I hope you liked 'It's Party Time'. So, what now? Is Rory still in love with Dean? Does she still wait for the wonderful day when she gets to reply "I love you" to him? Or does Rory seem to see someone else as more than a friend? I wonder who that might be! Hehe. I'll soon be back with 'Surprizes at Every Corner'. Read and Review, also!! Write to you soon. Luv, Issa ;o)
Part 2: It's Party Time
Author: Issa ;o)
Couple: Rory/Dean..or is it?
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! NOT EVEN DEAN!!…THOUGH, I REALLY WISH I DID…hehe. Also, the songs I may use DON NOT BELONG TO ME they belong to the artist I show after/ record companies, etc…blah, blah, blah…
Notes: Songs and thoughts with ' ' around them
Summary: How do you get the cutest couple back together?-Ah, all you need is a little love, a little cake, and Trisket(oops, I mean 'Tristen') realizing he can only be a friend…but a very good one at that. R&R, please!!
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Rory put earrings on her ears and glanced at herself in the mirror. Displeased with what she saw she patted down her skirt and pulled her hair back.
"Rory?" Lorelai yelled from the living room.
"Yeah, mom?" Rory asked turning away.
Lorelai walked into Rory's room holding her hand. "Hey, sweetie where are those-" She looked up. "Oh, wow, you look nice. Special plans tonight?"
"Not really. I'm just going to another party."
"Honey, before we know it you'll be going to a Chilton rave!" Lorelai exclaimed. "You know-Ecstasy, books, discussions on Shakespeare, cheese and crackers--party on!"
"Mom…"
Lorelai laughed. "Ok, just kidding."
"What were you looking for?"
"You know those awesome tattoo Band-Aid things? The kinds with those funky peace signs and really yellow happy faces? We bought them last Saturday?"
"Yeah, what about them?" Rory said going to her closet. She put on a pink sweater and smiled conveying herself model-like.
"Uh-uh." Lorelai said looking at it. "Too pink. Way to pink. Oh, the Band-Aids where are they?"
"Um, I think…" She slipped her arm through a orange-red-ish cardigan. "I think, they are on top of the fire place."
"Oh, that looks good." Lorelai said getting up she turned and headed to the door. She flipped around. "Ok, wait. Why are the Band-Aids near the fire place? Last time I checked all sharp objects were moved away from the fire place in fear that the hard BRICK would get a scratch in it!"
Rory looked at her mother. "Wel, I was studying…and I got a paper cut." She said raising her pinky finger.
"Damn paper!" Lorelai said smiling. She got up and walked through the door. She called from the living-room. "Honey, what party are you going to?"
"It's a party at Quakerberry."
"Oh, ok." Lorelai replied.
Rory looked at herself in the mirror. This time she smiled. She grabbed her bag and walked out.
"Here, sweetie. Cell phone, money, keys-"
"Oh, I don't need them."
"How can a teenage girl admit she doesn't need money!" Lorelai replied acting astonished.
"No, I mean the keys. See, I've got a ride."
"A ride? With who?"
"This guy from Chilton." Rory admitted putting on her coat.
"You're going with a potential lawyer or accountant? Don't do that or you'll regret it when your wrinkly and forty."
"No, not a date-date. A friend thing."
"Yeah, sure. Where have I heard that before?"
HONK, HONK
"Hey, there's your date."
Rory looked at her mom.
"Okay, okay." Lorelai raised her hands. "I surrender-it's your friend!"
Rory smiled and kissed her mom on the cheek. "Bye, mom."
"Bye, have fun."
"Okay." Rory smiled. "I will." She shut the door behind her.
Lorelai looked at the door. "I know."
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Rory hopped into the car, music blaring. "Wow, um, nice Porsche."
Tristen smiled egotistically. "Yeah, it was a gift."
"Nice gift."
"Defiantly!"
Rory shifted in her leather seat as she looked around the car. "It has that new car smell."
Tristen laughed. "Yeah, it's new. Like one-month-old-new."
Rory grinned. "So, we should go."
"Yeah…okay." Tristen nervously started the engine. "Here we go."
After about ten minutes of silence…
"So, how'd you do on the Government test?"
"What?" Tristen looking from the road to Rory. "Oh…right…government test. I did okay. You?"
"That whole feudalism thing is cracked. I only got half a point because I was mixed up with federalism."
Tristen smiled. "Rory getting confused…I am amazed." He paused. "I heard that they're actually going to let us have spiral notebooks next semester."
Rory looked him. "Really?" She asked being fakely enthusiastic.
"Yeah."
"Big improvement. Spiral notebooks-yippee!"
Tristen laughed. "So, I heard a bunch of people from Chilton are going to be here."
"How'd they know about it?"
"Flyers in the boys' bathroom." Tristen replied. "I heard that there were some in the girls' bathroom too."
Rory nodded. "Really? Oh, I totally missed those! Were they those cheesy-colored flyers with the big fat black letters?"
"Yeah. Those are the ones!" Tristen replied turning into a large driveway.
Rory smiled. She looked up and there they were. One very large house. Very loud music. One very big party.
"Shall we go?"
"Yes, we shall." Rory said getting out of the car.
Tristen shut the car door. He took a deep breath as he gazed at the house. "Okay, let's go."
Rory pushed open the doors. The room smelt like pizza and cologne. "Wow, this is fun." She replied sarcastically.
"Okay, I know you're not a party person, but try to enjoy yourself. You're MY date, remember?" He said slipping his hand into hers.
She gave him a perplexed look and realized they had a little 'bargain'. She smiled and gazed around herself. In the distance she saw someone staring at her, intently, broken-hearted. Her heart froze when she realized…it was Dean.
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Rory could feel her entire body tense up. As far as she could tell Dean was feeling the same exact thing. She watched as he walked away.
Tristen looked at her. "What's the matter?"
"Um…no-nothing. I'm fine."
"Ok, do you want something to drink?"
"Yeah, sure." Rory mumbled.
"Okay, I'll be right back." Tristen said heading for the punchbowl.
Rory was bearly paying any attention. She quickly searched the room. No Dean.
"Rory!" Lane exclaimed.
"Hey, Lane." Rory responded.
Lane smiled. But then she realized Rory looked famished. "Did you see-" She began.
Rory nodded. "-Dean. Yeah, I did."
"Oh. That can't be good."
"Not even close to anything good. Especially since he saw me with Tristen."
"Tristen?" Lane asked. "Isn't that the guy you hate. The, uh, Mary-guy?"
"That's the guy."
"Rory, I have considered the fact that we may have switched places. Where I become you, the girl with the cute guy, and you become me, but you are taking my not-so-intelligent brain to a new level."
Rory looked above Lane's head and then back down. "Explain please."
"You took Tristen to this party?"
"Other way around."
"He took you?"
"Yup. Unfortunately. But I think we're in the SLOW process of actually becoming friends."
"That's always good." Lane replied.
Tristen slid his arm around Rory's waist. "Hello, sweetie."
Rory looked at him uncomfortably and then back at Lane. Lane intern shrugged mouthing 'That's what you get.'
Tristen loosened his grip while handing her a white foam cup filled with a red liquid. "I'm sorry, am I not allowed to call you sweetie?"
"No, you aren't. Sweetie's such a outdated Save-by-the-Bell-y nickname. And don't hold me on the waist we've only been going out for 25 minutes."
Tristen laughed taking his hand off her waist. "Saved-by-the-Bell-y?"
Lane grumbled.
"Oh." Rory looked at Lane again realizing that Lane didn't officially know Tristen. "Tristen this is Lane, Lane-Tristen."
"Hey." Tristen replied cooly.
"Hi." Lane answered. "Rory can I talk to you?"
"Sure." She turned to Tristen. "I'll be right back."
Tristen watched as she walked down the corridor sipping his punch. He had a disgusted look on his face looking at the cup and pouring it into a plant's vase realizing he should never have sipped the punch.
Lane stop suddenly and swirled around. "Okay, so what are you going to do about the Dean thing."
"I don't know. I mean, you know I'm not completely over Dean yet. He was such a great guy, but I made this deal with Tristen. I'll just-ugh, Lane, I honestly don't know what I'm doing to do." Rory admitted.
"Just try avoiding."
"But I don't want to avoid him." Rory added quickly.
"Then, try talking to him-"
"But, I don't want to talk to him. Not yet." Rory said taking another quick Dean Check. Nada.
"Well, you should probably try to do something." Lane said.
Henry came over to Lane smiling. "Hey, Rory."
"Hi." Rory answered.
"You want to dance?" Henry asked Lane.
Lane looked at Rory. "Yeah, go ahead." Rory said with a smile.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll figure out what I'm going to do."
"Okay, if you need me-"
Rory smiled. "Just go."
"Okay." Lane smiled and walked through the crowds of people.
Rory sat down on the steps gazing at the nasty red stuff Tristen gave her. She took a sip, and held the cup disgusted. "The Food Network people would be pleased." She said putting it down. She looked around the room for her "boyfriend". Ugh, boyfriend. She laughed at thinking Tristen was her boyfriend. No, of course not. He was a boy friend. She sighed. "Well, sort of…"
"Well, sort of what?" She heard someone say as they sat a step higher then her on the staircase.
Rory looked up and saw Dean he was looking around the room. "Dean-" She exclaimed. "Hi, I-I didn't know you were-" She paused suddenly nervous.
He looked down at her with a sly grin. "It's okay." He looked at the punch in his hand taking a sip. "Ugh, that is not good." He said twirling the cup between his hands.
Rory smiled. "I'll second that opinion."
"So, uh, you came with someone." He paused. "With Tristen."
Rory was panicky. "Oh, yeah. We're friends. You know, I kind of owed him for something and he needed to make an appearance with someone-and I-"
"Was that someone." Dean filled in. "Yeah," He hesitated. "It's, um, it's okay."
Rory nodded. She didn't know how to answer that, answer Dean. How could she? This was their first actual conversation since…the break up. "Yeah, um…"
"I knew he liked you. He has a thing for you."
"This is, what, the fourth time you told me that not-needed because untrue information, right?" She asked indicated. Ever since the dance Dean thought Tristen had a 'thing for her'.
Dean laughed. "I only speak the truth."
Just then a fast song began to play.
' I can't get Enough of you Baby- Smashmouth
I can't get enough of you, baby. I can't get enough of you, baby.
Yes, it's true.
Baby, yes, it's true.
Whenever we kiss, I get a feeling like this I get to wishing that there were two of you.
My heart cries out More baby. It feels so nice I want your arms to wrap around me twice!
I can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Right around
Baby, right around.'
Dean jumped down the stairs. "I'll see ya around, Rory." He replied as he left into the crowds of teenagers.
With the music blasting you could bearly hear Rory reply back to him. "Bye, Dean." She said, but he couldn't hear it. She knew he didn't…And she was afraid he never would.
Tristen ran up to her on the stairs surprising Rory. "Rory, come on. Let's dance!"
Slipping her hand around his she smiled. "Okay, let's go."
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Hey, guys! I hope you liked 'It's Party Time'. So, what now? Is Rory still in love with Dean? Does she still wait for the wonderful day when she gets to reply "I love you" to him? Or does Rory seem to see someone else as more than a friend? I wonder who that might be! Hehe. I'll soon be back with 'Surprizes at Every Corner'. Read and Review, also!! Write to you soon. Luv, Issa ;o)