I'm back again. I love Christmas break! TRORY people please be
patient! I will get there. I promise! (Hopefully within the next few
days! I love not having school!) Plus nothing has changed about my lack of
owning any of this.
~
It was Saturday night and the doorbell had rung almost a whole minute ago. Lorelei could hear Rory's light footsteps as she scurried around the upstairs of their house finishing the "Date Preparation Dance." Lorelei knew from personal experience, it involved a lot of crawling on hands and knees, while searching for the always-elusive second shoe. Lorelei sighed and rose from her comfortable seat by the kitchen table, leaving her styrofoam-cupped coffee behind. Rory would be down as soon as the god of dates and all things that involve finding shoes quickly was done laughing at her. Lorelei suspected that when her daughter finally was ready, and came down stairs it would be to find a frozen Dean. Lorelei, after knowing her daughter for quite some time now, could infer that such a situation would upset Rory. So, now Lorelei let the only slightly frozen Dean into the warm house.
"Hey Dean, Rory will be down in a minute. I'm guessing she's almost found the missing shoe by now."
Dean gave a slight smile, by now used to Lorelei's peculiar conversations. Dean would have said a typical, but polite comment that boys, who are planning to steal a parent's only daughter, would say. But at this point, Rory came down stairs, effectively distracting Dean from any thoughts of politeness.
Rory beamed at Dean, who was in his usual leather coat. "Hey."
"Hey." He replied, with a tone of awestruck in his voice. Lorelei handed Rory her coat and proceeded to push her daughter and Dean out into the cold night air. "Bye kiddies, have fun."
Before Rory could actually get outside her mother grabbed her back in to the house. "Don't forget to ask about the water heater."
Rory did a slight, almost unnoticeable eye-roll. "I know Mom."
"Okay, just wanted to make sure you remembered because I had to shower at-"
"I know Mom, I showered at the Inn as well."
Lorelei smiled. "Okay, I just didn't want you to forget." Lorelei's smile broadened. "Have fun."
"Rory retuned the smile. "Bye."
Lorelei watched her daughter join Dean, who was patiently waiting on the bottom step of the porch, before she closed the door.
~
"So, where are we going?" Rory took Dean's hand as they began to walk away from the Gilmore's house.
"Actually, to my house." Dean gave Rory's hand a little squeeze.
Rory was thoroughly surprised. "You cooked?"
"No! Actually, it's take-out. But it's still at my house."
"Oh, what kind of take out?"
"Dean gave a sideways glance at Rory. "Chinese. Will that be okay?"
"Chinese food is a very broad category." Dean gave a questioning look. Rory decided to explain. "I mean, "Chinese" explains the country of the food's origin. But within the said country, there are many different types of food. Thus, I think more of an explanation is needed." Rory smiled up at Dean.
Dean returned the smile. "How does Mongolian Beef, Sweet and Sour Chicken, and Vegetable Fried Rice do in way of an explanation?"
Rory's smile broadened impossibly larger. "I'd say it does very nicely, thank you."
"Anytime."
By now the pair had reached Dean's house. Rory entered the seemingly empty house. "Where's Clara?"
"At a friend's house." Dean said taking Rory's coat from her.
Rory took a deep breath. The smell of Chinese food was in the air. "Hmm, don't tell me." Rory sniffed twice more, Dean watched her with curiosity written across his face. "Let me guess, the food is in the dining room."
Understanding spread across Dean's face. "Yep. This way please."
Soon after entering the dining room, the eating commenced; Dean using a fork; Rory chopsticks. Dean looked at her with jealousy; "I never could get the hang of how to use those things."
"Well, I'd be willing to teach you anytime." Dean looked down at his Mongolian Beef. "Oh, come on, I don't think I'd be that bad of a teacher. I promise not to get too angry at your inability to use chopsticks thus causing our next breakup." Rory considered what she had just said for a second. "Not that we're going to break up."
Dean looked pained. "Actually Rory-"
Rory didn't seem to hear him. "Oh by the way, before I forget, I have no hot water."
Dean looked confused. "What?"
"My house, the water heater is broken. Luke is going to need help fixing it. Could you be that help?"
Dean's pained expression was back. "Actually Rory, there's something I need to tell you."
This time Rory picked up on Dean's uneasiness. She put her food down. "What?" Her voice came out a little more than worried.
"My parents," Dean took a deep intake of breath, and then he let it all out. "We're moving back to Chicago."
Dean's sad eyes met Rory's hurt ones. "When?" Her question was barely audible.
"I'll be starting school back in Chicago next semester."
Now Rory looked as pained as Dean. "But, that's less than a month."
"Yeah, we're actually going back there for the rest of break. We have to get our old house back, or get a new one." Dean stopped. He hated this feeling. He was causing Rory pain. "I would have told you sooner, but I didn't know until yesterday. I'm sorry Rory. I won't be able to help Luke." Dean sighed again. Rory's continuing silence was more upsetting than yelling. "I'll understand if you want to stop seeing me now, or if you want to be just friends, or whatever." Dean finished pathetically. "I'll understand."
Rory was staring down at the table, trying not to cry. "I'm going to have to think about all of this. Is it okay if we call it a night?"
Dean nodded, holding true to his promise to understand, no matter what Rory decided. "Sure."
Their walk back to the Gilmore house was a silent one. They only spoke again when they stood in front of Rory's door.
"Umm, we're leaving tomorrow, at about noon. We won't be back until the day before school starts again. So, you can call before then." Dean took a difficult breath. "or anytime after. I'd call you but."
"I'll call you. Tomorrow, probably." Rory finally met Dean's eyes. "Bye." Without their usual kiss, or another word, Rory entered her house and closed the door behind her.
Dean stared at the closed door for several seconds before returning home.
~
Ohhhh! Now I'm sad! Why did I write that? Oh, I remember: Tristan! Don't fear, Tristan will return in the next part.
(P.S. Rory will be okay! I'm sure Dean will find happiness back in Chicago. ( Wahhhh! Now I feel bad for poor Dean. Why do I do this to myself?)
~
It was Saturday night and the doorbell had rung almost a whole minute ago. Lorelei could hear Rory's light footsteps as she scurried around the upstairs of their house finishing the "Date Preparation Dance." Lorelei knew from personal experience, it involved a lot of crawling on hands and knees, while searching for the always-elusive second shoe. Lorelei sighed and rose from her comfortable seat by the kitchen table, leaving her styrofoam-cupped coffee behind. Rory would be down as soon as the god of dates and all things that involve finding shoes quickly was done laughing at her. Lorelei suspected that when her daughter finally was ready, and came down stairs it would be to find a frozen Dean. Lorelei, after knowing her daughter for quite some time now, could infer that such a situation would upset Rory. So, now Lorelei let the only slightly frozen Dean into the warm house.
"Hey Dean, Rory will be down in a minute. I'm guessing she's almost found the missing shoe by now."
Dean gave a slight smile, by now used to Lorelei's peculiar conversations. Dean would have said a typical, but polite comment that boys, who are planning to steal a parent's only daughter, would say. But at this point, Rory came down stairs, effectively distracting Dean from any thoughts of politeness.
Rory beamed at Dean, who was in his usual leather coat. "Hey."
"Hey." He replied, with a tone of awestruck in his voice. Lorelei handed Rory her coat and proceeded to push her daughter and Dean out into the cold night air. "Bye kiddies, have fun."
Before Rory could actually get outside her mother grabbed her back in to the house. "Don't forget to ask about the water heater."
Rory did a slight, almost unnoticeable eye-roll. "I know Mom."
"Okay, just wanted to make sure you remembered because I had to shower at-"
"I know Mom, I showered at the Inn as well."
Lorelei smiled. "Okay, I just didn't want you to forget." Lorelei's smile broadened. "Have fun."
"Rory retuned the smile. "Bye."
Lorelei watched her daughter join Dean, who was patiently waiting on the bottom step of the porch, before she closed the door.
~
"So, where are we going?" Rory took Dean's hand as they began to walk away from the Gilmore's house.
"Actually, to my house." Dean gave Rory's hand a little squeeze.
Rory was thoroughly surprised. "You cooked?"
"No! Actually, it's take-out. But it's still at my house."
"Oh, what kind of take out?"
"Dean gave a sideways glance at Rory. "Chinese. Will that be okay?"
"Chinese food is a very broad category." Dean gave a questioning look. Rory decided to explain. "I mean, "Chinese" explains the country of the food's origin. But within the said country, there are many different types of food. Thus, I think more of an explanation is needed." Rory smiled up at Dean.
Dean returned the smile. "How does Mongolian Beef, Sweet and Sour Chicken, and Vegetable Fried Rice do in way of an explanation?"
Rory's smile broadened impossibly larger. "I'd say it does very nicely, thank you."
"Anytime."
By now the pair had reached Dean's house. Rory entered the seemingly empty house. "Where's Clara?"
"At a friend's house." Dean said taking Rory's coat from her.
Rory took a deep breath. The smell of Chinese food was in the air. "Hmm, don't tell me." Rory sniffed twice more, Dean watched her with curiosity written across his face. "Let me guess, the food is in the dining room."
Understanding spread across Dean's face. "Yep. This way please."
Soon after entering the dining room, the eating commenced; Dean using a fork; Rory chopsticks. Dean looked at her with jealousy; "I never could get the hang of how to use those things."
"Well, I'd be willing to teach you anytime." Dean looked down at his Mongolian Beef. "Oh, come on, I don't think I'd be that bad of a teacher. I promise not to get too angry at your inability to use chopsticks thus causing our next breakup." Rory considered what she had just said for a second. "Not that we're going to break up."
Dean looked pained. "Actually Rory-"
Rory didn't seem to hear him. "Oh by the way, before I forget, I have no hot water."
Dean looked confused. "What?"
"My house, the water heater is broken. Luke is going to need help fixing it. Could you be that help?"
Dean's pained expression was back. "Actually Rory, there's something I need to tell you."
This time Rory picked up on Dean's uneasiness. She put her food down. "What?" Her voice came out a little more than worried.
"My parents," Dean took a deep intake of breath, and then he let it all out. "We're moving back to Chicago."
Dean's sad eyes met Rory's hurt ones. "When?" Her question was barely audible.
"I'll be starting school back in Chicago next semester."
Now Rory looked as pained as Dean. "But, that's less than a month."
"Yeah, we're actually going back there for the rest of break. We have to get our old house back, or get a new one." Dean stopped. He hated this feeling. He was causing Rory pain. "I would have told you sooner, but I didn't know until yesterday. I'm sorry Rory. I won't be able to help Luke." Dean sighed again. Rory's continuing silence was more upsetting than yelling. "I'll understand if you want to stop seeing me now, or if you want to be just friends, or whatever." Dean finished pathetically. "I'll understand."
Rory was staring down at the table, trying not to cry. "I'm going to have to think about all of this. Is it okay if we call it a night?"
Dean nodded, holding true to his promise to understand, no matter what Rory decided. "Sure."
Their walk back to the Gilmore house was a silent one. They only spoke again when they stood in front of Rory's door.
"Umm, we're leaving tomorrow, at about noon. We won't be back until the day before school starts again. So, you can call before then." Dean took a difficult breath. "or anytime after. I'd call you but."
"I'll call you. Tomorrow, probably." Rory finally met Dean's eyes. "Bye." Without their usual kiss, or another word, Rory entered her house and closed the door behind her.
Dean stared at the closed door for several seconds before returning home.
~
Ohhhh! Now I'm sad! Why did I write that? Oh, I remember: Tristan! Don't fear, Tristan will return in the next part.
(P.S. Rory will be okay! I'm sure Dean will find happiness back in Chicago. ( Wahhhh! Now I feel bad for poor Dean. Why do I do this to myself?)
