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By the way, this chapter is back with Rory
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Rory leant back in her chair. Paris was making one of her famous 'let's-get- down-to-business-or-else-I'll-kick-your-butt' speeches.
Rory couldn't concentrate. She didn't have much sleep at all last night. Her mind still was still deliberating over her problem; Dean and Jess.
'Jess. . .' she murmured to herself.
She looked down at the page she was doodling on. Unconsciously, she had been writing his name continuously. Her face burned and she slammed the book shut, causing people to look back at her where she was sitting in annoyance.
"Sorry," Rory apologised sheepily.
As they turned back to Paris, Rory sighed deeply and slumped back in her chair. She had to stop thinking about him. At this rate, she would never survive the next two weeks.
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"So what do you want to do now?" Rory asked Paris as they were walking back along the corridor to their room.
"Don't we have another workshop?"
"Nup, freetime."
"Well I was going to meet James later but I guess we could meet up a bit earlier."
"Is that the captain guy from (? Anyone got any ideas tell me plz!)?"
Paris blushed, "Yeah."
"Oooooooh!" Rory teased, "What are you wearing?"
"I dunno. Probably this," Paris pointed down at the grey knee-length skirt and white top she was wearing.
"Come on, you can't go like that."
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"Are you sure this looks okay?" Paris nervously asked.
"Positive," Rory assured her. And it did look good on her. She was wearing Rory's tartan mini skirt with a matching red top.
"Now go," Rory ordered Paris.
"Hey! You're starting to sound like me!"
Rory rolled her eyes. "Cya."
"Bye." Rory fell back on her bed. 'What should I do now?' she wondered. Her thoughts drifted to Jess. She wondered what he was doing. 'I've got to stop thinking about him,' she told herself. She decided to go for a jog to clear her head. She changed into her tracksuit, grabbed her diskman and headed for the park. Pressing play, her feet started a steady rhythm to Michelle Branch's song 'Everywhere'.
'When I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so.'
Guilt rose up in her chest. 'This is stupid' she told herself. A song was reminding her of Jess? She closed her eyes to try to clear any thoughts of Jess. Instead, she saw Jess, smirking his smile.
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're eveything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone'
Rory angrily changed the song to 'If only she knew'. At least that song didn't remind her of Jess; Jess didn't have a girlfriend.
By the way, this chapter is back with Rory
~*~
Rory leant back in her chair. Paris was making one of her famous 'let's-get- down-to-business-or-else-I'll-kick-your-butt' speeches.
Rory couldn't concentrate. She didn't have much sleep at all last night. Her mind still was still deliberating over her problem; Dean and Jess.
'Jess. . .' she murmured to herself.
She looked down at the page she was doodling on. Unconsciously, she had been writing his name continuously. Her face burned and she slammed the book shut, causing people to look back at her where she was sitting in annoyance.
"Sorry," Rory apologised sheepily.
As they turned back to Paris, Rory sighed deeply and slumped back in her chair. She had to stop thinking about him. At this rate, she would never survive the next two weeks.
~*~
"So what do you want to do now?" Rory asked Paris as they were walking back along the corridor to their room.
"Don't we have another workshop?"
"Nup, freetime."
"Well I was going to meet James later but I guess we could meet up a bit earlier."
"Is that the captain guy from (? Anyone got any ideas tell me plz!)?"
Paris blushed, "Yeah."
"Oooooooh!" Rory teased, "What are you wearing?"
"I dunno. Probably this," Paris pointed down at the grey knee-length skirt and white top she was wearing.
"Come on, you can't go like that."
~*~
"Are you sure this looks okay?" Paris nervously asked.
"Positive," Rory assured her. And it did look good on her. She was wearing Rory's tartan mini skirt with a matching red top.
"Now go," Rory ordered Paris.
"Hey! You're starting to sound like me!"
Rory rolled her eyes. "Cya."
"Bye." Rory fell back on her bed. 'What should I do now?' she wondered. Her thoughts drifted to Jess. She wondered what he was doing. 'I've got to stop thinking about him,' she told herself. She decided to go for a jog to clear her head. She changed into her tracksuit, grabbed her diskman and headed for the park. Pressing play, her feet started a steady rhythm to Michelle Branch's song 'Everywhere'.
'When I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so.'
Guilt rose up in her chest. 'This is stupid' she told herself. A song was reminding her of Jess? She closed her eyes to try to clear any thoughts of Jess. Instead, she saw Jess, smirking his smile.
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're eveything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone'
Rory angrily changed the song to 'If only she knew'. At least that song didn't remind her of Jess; Jess didn't have a girlfriend.