700 Dishes To Her Name
Disclaimer: Okay, it's not mine. Do I have to put that on every chapter?
"I'm home!"
Not even a Rory darling, she thought, scrubbing the white china so hard she was sure it would break. Let it break. I hope it breaks.
"Hey! Ror!" her husband entered. She flashed him a smile then went back to the dishes. He came over and kissed her lightly before she shoved him away.
"I'm doing the dishes."
"I can see that Rory. Just because your the smart Harvard girl, doesn't mean I'm just plain old stupid."
"You don't have to rub it in about Harvard."
"What? You went for a year, didn't you?"
"Sure I did. Before that little event, that is. Or didn't you hear? I stayed there for a year before I left."
"Rory..." the man collapsed into one of their few chairs, "please not n..."
"That's right. I decided I wanted something closer to home. So didn't I go to Yale? And didn't something prevent me..."
"Rory, no. No. No."
"Dean, I've put everything on the line for you. I moved to California with you because you said that you'd have something for me here. I've been with you since I was sixteen! Don't you think that's pathetic? I've never had another boyfriend! I've made all sorts of sacrifices for you. I decided to settle for an education here when I've wanted all my life to go to a big, booming, promising school. Why did I do that? Why do I even put up with you? I'm living in California washing dishes!"
"Rory, we have this fight once a week. I think I'll just..."
"Fine!" she shouted and grabbed her coat before running out the door.
The California summer was fading away. The air was finally becoming more brisk, and the sharp wind was comforting in her usual depressed state. She made this trip at least five teams a week, and she could've walked to her spot with nothing to guide her but her nose if she had to.
The spot was far away from her.... house. Nothing would ever make her call that place home. If she wandered across the street, followed a path into the woods behind the rows of houses and walked for ten minutes she got there.
The leaves were changing color. She could never decide whether she liked it best when it was in full springtime, or when the leaves above her were this palette of fall colors.
Sitting down on the log and leaning against a tree, she began to cry. If you wanted misery, her spot was perfect. The crisp air could nip at your tears and freeze them on your cheeks. It would make crying ten times more terrible.
Rory was one of those people who got a little comfort out of crying. Crying was an art to be done in it's full glory only when she was alone, and it was the friend that said, "yes, your life is terrible and I do feel so very sorry for you."
Before California, she had been able to cry a lot. It hadn't been her only friend. But she had gone with Dean, accepted when he proposed to her when she was only twenty, and gone to live with him... live with him in this big place, lonely for all it's people. She missed Stars Hollow every day. She blamed Dean for everything, and she wasn't afraid to tell him that. But she was afraid to leave him.
Rory wiped away tears and thought of the girl she'd thought she was going to become. Chasing stories through crowded streets, through deserts, through gunfire. Fearless and famous.
How different from that was she now? So different she was convinced now that she was far from fearless. She could never be brave. She was even below timid. There was nothing for her 'out there'. And that's why she couldn't leave Dean.
Why couldn't she go home?
Being away from Stars Hollow, from her mother and from Luke and Lane and even Taylor and Kirk, she missed Miss Patty and Babette. She missed the porcelin unicorns.
She had left home so confident. She had told everyone that she was going to come back to the little people one day and still remember them. She would give them all credit in her speeches (brodcasted on every channel in every language). Of courseshe'd been joking. But when she'd recieved those, "you go do that, Rory" looks, it had made her want to do it so badly. She wasn't a little girl getting mixed up in "the world" and falling for the "bad boy".
Her life was fighting with the husband she didn't love, and she felt that this was around the time that she (the heroine) found a window of oppurtunity in the sky and jumped through it. Or when that special someone comes to town and changes anything. But she had jumped out of her window a while ago. And closed it behind her.
So she couldn't go home with less than what she left with. That and about seven hundred dishes to her name.
She sat there for a while, just thinking about her life. Or moping. The two were pratically inseprable in her mind. She closed her eyes and breathed out deeply, hoping to see her breath fall out in clouds of steam. But it wasn't cold enough for that yet.
She reached inside her jacket and pulled out a book. Howl. She opened it up and began to read. Reading. The only thing that hadn't changed.
****Sorry this one was kind of short. Oh please please please please please review, my darling people!
Disclaimer: Okay, it's not mine. Do I have to put that on every chapter?
"I'm home!"
Not even a Rory darling, she thought, scrubbing the white china so hard she was sure it would break. Let it break. I hope it breaks.
"Hey! Ror!" her husband entered. She flashed him a smile then went back to the dishes. He came over and kissed her lightly before she shoved him away.
"I'm doing the dishes."
"I can see that Rory. Just because your the smart Harvard girl, doesn't mean I'm just plain old stupid."
"You don't have to rub it in about Harvard."
"What? You went for a year, didn't you?"
"Sure I did. Before that little event, that is. Or didn't you hear? I stayed there for a year before I left."
"Rory..." the man collapsed into one of their few chairs, "please not n..."
"That's right. I decided I wanted something closer to home. So didn't I go to Yale? And didn't something prevent me..."
"Rory, no. No. No."
"Dean, I've put everything on the line for you. I moved to California with you because you said that you'd have something for me here. I've been with you since I was sixteen! Don't you think that's pathetic? I've never had another boyfriend! I've made all sorts of sacrifices for you. I decided to settle for an education here when I've wanted all my life to go to a big, booming, promising school. Why did I do that? Why do I even put up with you? I'm living in California washing dishes!"
"Rory, we have this fight once a week. I think I'll just..."
"Fine!" she shouted and grabbed her coat before running out the door.
The California summer was fading away. The air was finally becoming more brisk, and the sharp wind was comforting in her usual depressed state. She made this trip at least five teams a week, and she could've walked to her spot with nothing to guide her but her nose if she had to.
The spot was far away from her.... house. Nothing would ever make her call that place home. If she wandered across the street, followed a path into the woods behind the rows of houses and walked for ten minutes she got there.
The leaves were changing color. She could never decide whether she liked it best when it was in full springtime, or when the leaves above her were this palette of fall colors.
Sitting down on the log and leaning against a tree, she began to cry. If you wanted misery, her spot was perfect. The crisp air could nip at your tears and freeze them on your cheeks. It would make crying ten times more terrible.
Rory was one of those people who got a little comfort out of crying. Crying was an art to be done in it's full glory only when she was alone, and it was the friend that said, "yes, your life is terrible and I do feel so very sorry for you."
Before California, she had been able to cry a lot. It hadn't been her only friend. But she had gone with Dean, accepted when he proposed to her when she was only twenty, and gone to live with him... live with him in this big place, lonely for all it's people. She missed Stars Hollow every day. She blamed Dean for everything, and she wasn't afraid to tell him that. But she was afraid to leave him.
Rory wiped away tears and thought of the girl she'd thought she was going to become. Chasing stories through crowded streets, through deserts, through gunfire. Fearless and famous.
How different from that was she now? So different she was convinced now that she was far from fearless. She could never be brave. She was even below timid. There was nothing for her 'out there'. And that's why she couldn't leave Dean.
Why couldn't she go home?
Being away from Stars Hollow, from her mother and from Luke and Lane and even Taylor and Kirk, she missed Miss Patty and Babette. She missed the porcelin unicorns.
She had left home so confident. She had told everyone that she was going to come back to the little people one day and still remember them. She would give them all credit in her speeches (brodcasted on every channel in every language). Of courseshe'd been joking. But when she'd recieved those, "you go do that, Rory" looks, it had made her want to do it so badly. She wasn't a little girl getting mixed up in "the world" and falling for the "bad boy".
Her life was fighting with the husband she didn't love, and she felt that this was around the time that she (the heroine) found a window of oppurtunity in the sky and jumped through it. Or when that special someone comes to town and changes anything. But she had jumped out of her window a while ago. And closed it behind her.
So she couldn't go home with less than what she left with. That and about seven hundred dishes to her name.
She sat there for a while, just thinking about her life. Or moping. The two were pratically inseprable in her mind. She closed her eyes and breathed out deeply, hoping to see her breath fall out in clouds of steam. But it wasn't cold enough for that yet.
She reached inside her jacket and pulled out a book. Howl. She opened it up and began to read. Reading. The only thing that hadn't changed.
****Sorry this one was kind of short. Oh please please please please please review, my darling people!