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"Baby, Be Mine"
Chapter 06
"Whoa there, Ror. How can you love Tristan?" Rory exclaimed outloud, her thoughts tormented. How could it be that it had been so hard for her to tell Dean she loved him, but it only took a few days for her to realize how she felt about Tristan?
"Fate.."
"Oh, shut up!" Rory yelled at the voice in her head. There had to be something she could do to stop the incessant babbling that her inner consciousness did.
"Soul mates.."
"UGH! Stoooop iiiiittt," Rory said, her head involuntarily slamming into the wall she was leaning against.
"Who's stopping what, where and why?" Lorelai asked, coming into the kitchen, carrying bags full of what Rory decided had to be sweets, coffee and poptarts. The source of their lives.
"Nothing, Mom. What is all this stuff?" Rory questioned, taking a bag from her.
Lorelai grinned like a small child in a candy store. "Yummy treats! We're going to sit our butts down in front of the tv, watch movies, rot our teeth and have girl talk tonight! Sound good?"
Rory rolled her eyes. "I have school tomorrow, Mom." She reminded her.
Lorelai grinned evily. "Oh, yeah, minor detail. And don't think I forgot about you not showing up today for a second, missy. Interagation starts at Oh-five-hundred hours."
"Oh-five-hundred hours?" Rory repeated, amusement spreading across her face. "Do you even have a clue what you're talking about?"
Lorelai pouted, indicating that she didnt. "It sounded good. I felt all smart there for a second and you had to go and ruin it. Evil, evil child."
Rory smiled and hugged her. "I'm sorry, forgiven?"
Scrunching up her face in mock-thought, Lorelai smirked. "Only if you'll sing "Summer Nights" with me while we watch Grease."
Rory groaned and her head hit the wall again. "Do I have too?"
Lorelai nodded. "If you want off my bad list, you must. Those suuuuuuuumeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr niiiiiiigggghhhhhhhttsssssssssss. You can be John Travolta and I'll be Olivia Newton-John. We can do duets all night long and dance around. Ooh, I can just see you in a pair of leather pants singing Grease Lightening and...."
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Why do you get to be Olivia Newton-John? I thought we agreed to switch back and forth. I was John Travolta last time," Rory protested.
Lorelai stuck out her tongue. "You want off my bad list?"
Sighing in defeat, Rory frowned. "When do we start?"
*****
"Help! Somebody Help!" Rory screamed, thrashing back and forth in her sleep. Lorelai was immediately downstairs in her daughters room.
"Rory, Rory honey wake up," She whispered loudly, shaking her form.
"Please, no" Rory screamed again, jolting up in her bed, sweating profusely. Her blue eyes darted around the room, fear attacking her senses, but she relaxed as the surroundings became familiar.
"Want to talk about it?" Lorelai asked quietly from her spot beside her daughters bed.
Rory jumped, turning in the direction of the voice, clamping a hand over her heart. "Jeesus, you scared me."
Lorelai smiled and sat down on the bed, pulling Rory into her arms. "I'm sorry, Ror."
Rory leaned back in her mothers embrace, relishing in the familiar comfort. "I couldn't get away, Mom.. I couldn't and he was so big...." she whimpered, tears finding their way out as for the first time she spilled her heart out to her mother about the events that had turned her life upside down. Lorelai didn't say anything except the quiet and gentle loving words she spoke to comfort her terrified offspring.
*****
"So I was thinking you and your mom could help me move into my apartment this weekend," Christopher said, leaning back and glancing at his daughter.
Rory nodded absentmindedly, her eyes staring at the clock. She had to meet Dean shortly.
"And then I can introduce you to my one-legged prostitute girlfriend and her carebear loving twin sister, who just happens to be attached to her at the hip.." Christopher continued.
Rory's head shot up, "What?!"
Smiling, Christopher shook his head. "Whats going on in that mind of yours, Rory?"
Sighing, Rory turned her attention to her father. "Theres this boy... "
"Dean?"
"No, not Dean. Well, kind of Dean, but not really. Although it involves Dean and..."
"Rory, slow down. You're not making any sense."
Rory took a deep breath. "This guy... the one who came over and made me get up and smile and stuff again... I think I like him. I mean I do, well, at least i think so.."
Christopher nodded. "Okay, so you think you like this guy.."
"But he's just not any guy, he's a Tristan-like-guy and thats not a good thing. Well, it is, when he's being un-Evil-Tristan-like, but he's usually Evil-Tristan and then theres Dean, who's my boyfriend, or at least I think he's my boyfriend...."
"Uh, sweetie, maybe you should talk to your Mom about this," Christopher interrupted. "I'm still trying to get used to you not being in diapers anymore, I dont think I can handle wherever this conversation is heading."
Rory cracked a smile and stood up. "Thats okay, thanks Dad. I've gotta go meet Dean. You're coming with us to Grandma and Grandpa's tomorrow, aren't you?"
Christopher sighed, showing just how much he was looking forward to that. "Yeah, I'll be there. I'll see you then."
Rory's smiled widened and she hugged him. "Okay. Bye Dad."
*****
Luke looked up from his newspaper as the door of the diner opened, revealing the youngest Gilmore, who was glancing around nervously. "Hey, Rory. Wheres your mom?"
Rory's eyes darted towards him and she grinned happily. Even though she had a father, Luke had always been more of a father figure for her. He was always there whenever she needed him. "Luke, coffee. Mom should be here soon."
Luke rolled his eyes and poured her a cup of coffee. "So how was the first day back at school?" He asked concerned.
Rory inhaled the contents of her cup and let out a happy sigh before looking back up at him. "Chilton is Chilton. No matter how much time you spend away from there, it never changes. The teachers were relentless with the work, I wont catch up until Mom wins a Grammy."
Luke smirked. "In other words, never. Tough break, kiddo."
Rory nodded and was about to reply, but the door opened again and Dean strolled in. Luke tensed, an angry look taking over his face. Rory shook her head at him, indicating that he was there to talk to her. "Thanks for the coffee, Luke." She called, hopping off the stool and walking over to Dean.
"Hey," He greeted when she approached him.
"Hey. Lets grab a table," Rory said, walking towards a table in the back corner. Dean followed close behind.
"So, are you doing okay?" Dean asked.
"I guess so. What about you?" Rory inquired, eager to change the subject to something other than what had happened.
Dean shrugged. "I've been alright. I-I'm sorry about everything, Rory. I overreacted, I know that you would never cheat on me and that your grandmother did set this up for you. But just the thought of you being with some other guy... it got to me."
Rory fell silent for a minute. "You have to trust me, Dean. If you can't trust me, we can't have a relationship. This isn't the first time you've overreacted..."
Dean reached across the table to take her hand, but she immediately pulled back. Sighing in fustration, he glared at her. "So what are you saying? That because I didn't want my girlfriend going out with some rich guy, we can't be together?"
"No. Thats why we can't be together, Dean. We can't be together because I can't be with someone who is going to throw a fit everytime I have to do something with another guy. What are you going to do if I end up being partnered up with some guy from school on a project? Call me a whore because I wont be able to spend that time with you? I can't do that, Dean. Not anymore."
Dean's eyes flashed with anger. "And where exactly does Tristan fit into all of this?"
Rory was taken aback. "Tristan? Tristan has nothing to do with any of this."
"Oh come off it, Rory. I know it was him who picked you up yesterday. Why would he do that? I thought you hated him." Dean argued.
Struggling to produce an answer for the accusations Dean was throwing at her, Rory's anger grew. "Tristan was being a friend when I needed one the most. I don't hate him, I never did, I only said that because I didn't want you to leave that day! Tristan was there for me when you weren't! I was almost raped, Dean! Don't you get that? He was there and you weren't. He was a friend and you weren't." Rory cried.
"So now I guess he'll be a boyfriend and I wont, right?" Dean seethed.
Rory's eyes grew wide in shock. "Nobody said anything about Tristan being a boyfriend, but you're right about one thing. You wont be." She announced, standing up.
Hearing the commotion, Luke was at the table immediately. "Is there a problem here?" He demanded, glaring at Dean.
Dean stood up. "No, I was just leaving. Goodbye Rory." He said, stalking out of the diner.
Rory watched him go, her heart full of mixed feelings. What had just happened? Why did she break up with Dean?
"Tristan...."
Oh, no, the voice was back. Mentally fighting with herself, Rory glanced around the diner, where all the customers were staring at her in surprise. Luke included.
"You okay?"
Rory nodded and handed him a few dollars. "I gotta go. Send coffee home with my mom, please."
******
Well there ya go, chapter six. I had to end the whole Dean/Rory thing officially, and I hope it wasn't too rushed or crappily written. Let me know what you think :)
*~* Shay *~*
Feedback : Wow, thanks so much to those who have reviewed.
A/N : Weekends are gifts from God. I got the chance to do a little writing this weekend, so I do have a chapter for ya'll. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 06
"Whoa there, Ror. How can you love Tristan?" Rory exclaimed outloud, her thoughts tormented. How could it be that it had been so hard for her to tell Dean she loved him, but it only took a few days for her to realize how she felt about Tristan?
"Fate.."
"Oh, shut up!" Rory yelled at the voice in her head. There had to be something she could do to stop the incessant babbling that her inner consciousness did.
"Soul mates.."
"UGH! Stoooop iiiiittt," Rory said, her head involuntarily slamming into the wall she was leaning against.
"Who's stopping what, where and why?" Lorelai asked, coming into the kitchen, carrying bags full of what Rory decided had to be sweets, coffee and poptarts. The source of their lives.
"Nothing, Mom. What is all this stuff?" Rory questioned, taking a bag from her.
Lorelai grinned like a small child in a candy store. "Yummy treats! We're going to sit our butts down in front of the tv, watch movies, rot our teeth and have girl talk tonight! Sound good?"
Rory rolled her eyes. "I have school tomorrow, Mom." She reminded her.
Lorelai grinned evily. "Oh, yeah, minor detail. And don't think I forgot about you not showing up today for a second, missy. Interagation starts at Oh-five-hundred hours."
"Oh-five-hundred hours?" Rory repeated, amusement spreading across her face. "Do you even have a clue what you're talking about?"
Lorelai pouted, indicating that she didnt. "It sounded good. I felt all smart there for a second and you had to go and ruin it. Evil, evil child."
Rory smiled and hugged her. "I'm sorry, forgiven?"
Scrunching up her face in mock-thought, Lorelai smirked. "Only if you'll sing "Summer Nights" with me while we watch Grease."
Rory groaned and her head hit the wall again. "Do I have too?"
Lorelai nodded. "If you want off my bad list, you must. Those suuuuuuuumeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr niiiiiiigggghhhhhhhttsssssssssss. You can be John Travolta and I'll be Olivia Newton-John. We can do duets all night long and dance around. Ooh, I can just see you in a pair of leather pants singing Grease Lightening and...."
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Why do you get to be Olivia Newton-John? I thought we agreed to switch back and forth. I was John Travolta last time," Rory protested.
Lorelai stuck out her tongue. "You want off my bad list?"
Sighing in defeat, Rory frowned. "When do we start?"
*****
"Help! Somebody Help!" Rory screamed, thrashing back and forth in her sleep. Lorelai was immediately downstairs in her daughters room.
"Rory, Rory honey wake up," She whispered loudly, shaking her form.
"Please, no" Rory screamed again, jolting up in her bed, sweating profusely. Her blue eyes darted around the room, fear attacking her senses, but she relaxed as the surroundings became familiar.
"Want to talk about it?" Lorelai asked quietly from her spot beside her daughters bed.
Rory jumped, turning in the direction of the voice, clamping a hand over her heart. "Jeesus, you scared me."
Lorelai smiled and sat down on the bed, pulling Rory into her arms. "I'm sorry, Ror."
Rory leaned back in her mothers embrace, relishing in the familiar comfort. "I couldn't get away, Mom.. I couldn't and he was so big...." she whimpered, tears finding their way out as for the first time she spilled her heart out to her mother about the events that had turned her life upside down. Lorelai didn't say anything except the quiet and gentle loving words she spoke to comfort her terrified offspring.
*****
"So I was thinking you and your mom could help me move into my apartment this weekend," Christopher said, leaning back and glancing at his daughter.
Rory nodded absentmindedly, her eyes staring at the clock. She had to meet Dean shortly.
"And then I can introduce you to my one-legged prostitute girlfriend and her carebear loving twin sister, who just happens to be attached to her at the hip.." Christopher continued.
Rory's head shot up, "What?!"
Smiling, Christopher shook his head. "Whats going on in that mind of yours, Rory?"
Sighing, Rory turned her attention to her father. "Theres this boy... "
"Dean?"
"No, not Dean. Well, kind of Dean, but not really. Although it involves Dean and..."
"Rory, slow down. You're not making any sense."
Rory took a deep breath. "This guy... the one who came over and made me get up and smile and stuff again... I think I like him. I mean I do, well, at least i think so.."
Christopher nodded. "Okay, so you think you like this guy.."
"But he's just not any guy, he's a Tristan-like-guy and thats not a good thing. Well, it is, when he's being un-Evil-Tristan-like, but he's usually Evil-Tristan and then theres Dean, who's my boyfriend, or at least I think he's my boyfriend...."
"Uh, sweetie, maybe you should talk to your Mom about this," Christopher interrupted. "I'm still trying to get used to you not being in diapers anymore, I dont think I can handle wherever this conversation is heading."
Rory cracked a smile and stood up. "Thats okay, thanks Dad. I've gotta go meet Dean. You're coming with us to Grandma and Grandpa's tomorrow, aren't you?"
Christopher sighed, showing just how much he was looking forward to that. "Yeah, I'll be there. I'll see you then."
Rory's smiled widened and she hugged him. "Okay. Bye Dad."
*****
Luke looked up from his newspaper as the door of the diner opened, revealing the youngest Gilmore, who was glancing around nervously. "Hey, Rory. Wheres your mom?"
Rory's eyes darted towards him and she grinned happily. Even though she had a father, Luke had always been more of a father figure for her. He was always there whenever she needed him. "Luke, coffee. Mom should be here soon."
Luke rolled his eyes and poured her a cup of coffee. "So how was the first day back at school?" He asked concerned.
Rory inhaled the contents of her cup and let out a happy sigh before looking back up at him. "Chilton is Chilton. No matter how much time you spend away from there, it never changes. The teachers were relentless with the work, I wont catch up until Mom wins a Grammy."
Luke smirked. "In other words, never. Tough break, kiddo."
Rory nodded and was about to reply, but the door opened again and Dean strolled in. Luke tensed, an angry look taking over his face. Rory shook her head at him, indicating that he was there to talk to her. "Thanks for the coffee, Luke." She called, hopping off the stool and walking over to Dean.
"Hey," He greeted when she approached him.
"Hey. Lets grab a table," Rory said, walking towards a table in the back corner. Dean followed close behind.
"So, are you doing okay?" Dean asked.
"I guess so. What about you?" Rory inquired, eager to change the subject to something other than what had happened.
Dean shrugged. "I've been alright. I-I'm sorry about everything, Rory. I overreacted, I know that you would never cheat on me and that your grandmother did set this up for you. But just the thought of you being with some other guy... it got to me."
Rory fell silent for a minute. "You have to trust me, Dean. If you can't trust me, we can't have a relationship. This isn't the first time you've overreacted..."
Dean reached across the table to take her hand, but she immediately pulled back. Sighing in fustration, he glared at her. "So what are you saying? That because I didn't want my girlfriend going out with some rich guy, we can't be together?"
"No. Thats why we can't be together, Dean. We can't be together because I can't be with someone who is going to throw a fit everytime I have to do something with another guy. What are you going to do if I end up being partnered up with some guy from school on a project? Call me a whore because I wont be able to spend that time with you? I can't do that, Dean. Not anymore."
Dean's eyes flashed with anger. "And where exactly does Tristan fit into all of this?"
Rory was taken aback. "Tristan? Tristan has nothing to do with any of this."
"Oh come off it, Rory. I know it was him who picked you up yesterday. Why would he do that? I thought you hated him." Dean argued.
Struggling to produce an answer for the accusations Dean was throwing at her, Rory's anger grew. "Tristan was being a friend when I needed one the most. I don't hate him, I never did, I only said that because I didn't want you to leave that day! Tristan was there for me when you weren't! I was almost raped, Dean! Don't you get that? He was there and you weren't. He was a friend and you weren't." Rory cried.
"So now I guess he'll be a boyfriend and I wont, right?" Dean seethed.
Rory's eyes grew wide in shock. "Nobody said anything about Tristan being a boyfriend, but you're right about one thing. You wont be." She announced, standing up.
Hearing the commotion, Luke was at the table immediately. "Is there a problem here?" He demanded, glaring at Dean.
Dean stood up. "No, I was just leaving. Goodbye Rory." He said, stalking out of the diner.
Rory watched him go, her heart full of mixed feelings. What had just happened? Why did she break up with Dean?
"Tristan...."
Oh, no, the voice was back. Mentally fighting with herself, Rory glanced around the diner, where all the customers were staring at her in surprise. Luke included.
"You okay?"
Rory nodded and handed him a few dollars. "I gotta go. Send coffee home with my mom, please."
******
Well there ya go, chapter six. I had to end the whole Dean/Rory thing officially, and I hope it wasn't too rushed or crappily written. Let me know what you think :)
*~* Shay *~*