Need To Be Next To You
A/N: Hey! This is my first Gilmore Girls fanfic (I write Friends fics, so check them out if you watch Friends) so if it really sucks…let me know! Please! The only way I can cater to your needs is if I know what you want to happen, etc…k? So enjoy! And please review, cause you know why! I'm not continuing without 8 reviews! ;) lol
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Chapter 1: Drunk Dean
Rory sat on the bench, completely enveloped in her latest book. It was a fresh fall day and the cool breeze felt extremely refreshing. This was exactly what she liked to do, read, relax, and allow herself to be taken away through her imagination. But it wouldn't last much longer.
"Hey Ror," Dean wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a small peck on the cheek. Rory jumped a bit, not exactly expecting anyone.
"Are you okay?" He asked, worried.
"Oh, I'm fine, you just startled me." But she wasn't sure that was it.
"Oh ok, so how was school?" He smiled at her as he walked around the bench and sat down next to her.
"Ugh, Paris." He gave her a knowing looking. That was all they needed to communicate her long day.
"I see…"
"Oh yeah." She wanted to go back to reading, but didn't want to hurt his feelings, so she kept quiet.
"So, um listen, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to this party tonight?" He looked at her expectantly.
"Aww, Dean, I would, but I'm helping my mom pick out drapes for the Inn and I tried to get out of it before, because, y'know, drapes? Kinda dull, don't you think? But anyway, she really wants me to do it and I can't say no---" Dean cut her off. She was rambling again.
"Don't worry about it." He smiled reassuringly.
"I'm sorry." She was really apologetic. She wasn't making up the drape story. It was all really a cataclysmic affair. "Have fun tonight and I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"I'm going to hold you to that." He said in a slightly joking manner. Rory nodded, catching on to his playful attitude. "Okay, so I have to get to work, but I'll see you tomorrow?" Rory nodded once again in response to his question. They shared reciprocal smiles and a quick kiss before Dean left Rory alone to her book once again.
But this time, she couldn't get into her book. Something was distracting her. Of course she trusted Dean, but she had this feeling and she just couldn't explain it. What Rory Gilmore couldn't explain often bothered her.
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"Dean, my man! Long time no see!" Jake shouted from across the room. Dean walked over to him before responding.
"I know dude, but I've been busy."
"Rory?" Jake sighed. Girls.
"Yeah, well, among other things. But hey, I'm not complaining. I love her." He smiled.
"Christ, Dean. You're 17, have fun, experiment, don't fall in love yet!" He admonished through his slightly slurred speech. His five beers were beginning to catch up with him.
"It's too late. I've already fallen." He was happy he had, because he had fallen for the greatest girl he's ever known.
"Whatever, dude. She's not here tonight, is she?"
"No, she couldn't come." Jake sighed again, 'figures he asked her though'.
"Well, then, make sure you have a good time tonight. Here, let me get you started." Jake handed Dean his half empty glass of punch. Dean took it reluctantly and held it up to his mouth, but before taking a sip, asked,
"Wait, what's in this?"
"Who the hell care? Just drink it!" Dean obliged and gulped down the drink. It tasted horrible, but almost immediately, he could feel the effects and left Jake in search of another. He was going to party tonight.
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Rory sighed as she sorted through the drapes with her mom. It was actually fun, and that's why it upset her. She was having fun, without Dean. She got that feeling again, and it must have been visible on her face.
"You okay, hun?" Her mom asked. Lorelai dropped the drape she was looking over and placed her hand on Rory's forehead. "No temperature. Do you need coffee?" Lorelai smiled to try to lighten the mood.
Not wanting to get into it right now, Rory said, "Yeah, that must be it. Coffee withdraws. I've hear they're serious, y'know?"
Lorelai nodded in mock seriousness and grabbed their coats from the empty chair. "Well, then we must quell these withdraws and head to Luke's!"
"To Luke's!" Rory replied and put on her coat. She opened the door and headed for their favorite hangout. Sure, Rory was now in a cheerful disposition, but Lorelai knew that there was something bothering her. Just call it a maternal instinct.
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"Smile!" A blonde girl, quite slutty, sarcastically shouted, and then she pushed the button. The bright light woke up Dean, who wasn't exactly asleep, but wasn't exactly with it.
"What the hell?" This belligerent behavior was unlike him.
"You're on candid camera." She clicked her gum in her mouth and winked at him before she left the room. Dean sighed and closed his eyes to try and relieve the pounding in his head. He wasn't this type of guy. He didn't usually go to parties and get this wasted. He rolled over slightly to see a pair of eyes staring up at him. They weren't Rory's. He also wasn't that guy.
"Shit!" He shouted as he popped up. "Who the hell are you?"
She wasn't amused.
"Figures you don't even remember my name. We do intimate shit, but you don't give a damn about who I am."
He looked at her, confused. 'Intimate stuff?'
"Sh-a-ne…" She nearly spelled it out for him.
"What?" He was even more confused.
"My name is Shane." She said very slowly so he would get it.
"But what 'intimate stuff'?" 'Oh God,' he thought, 'I cheated on Rory. This cannot be happening.'
"Ugh," She said with disgust as she picked up her bra from the ground. She walked over to him, shoved it in his face, and then took off.
Dean sat on the bed trying to remember what happened, but to no avail. He was so drunk. He still couldn't think clearly. But he needed to figure this out. There is no way he could've cheated on Rory, just no way. But that's not what Shane said. And then he remembered the picture, which seemed like ages ago, but in reality, it was only just a few moments earlier. He decided that before he figured this all out, he needed that picture.
Telling my heart I didn't mean it
Pretending I've run from these feelings for so long
that I was better off alone
But I know that it's just a lie
So afraid of taking a chance again
So afraid of what I'd feel inside
A/N: Ok, so these lyrics are from the song, Need To Be Next To You, and it should all make sense later, not now lol. But yeah, I hope you liked it, this was just the beginning, so keep that in mind. And don't assume this is a D/R fic, cause then you would be wrong. Ok, please review with suggestions, if you really like it, etc, cause reviews do really make my little fingers type a whole lot faster.