Chapter 4
Dean's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything in it, etc.
A/N: I just got this idea.actually, I got it on winter break. Sorry this took so long! Just so everybody knows, this story is not supposed to be either Rory/Jess or Rory/Dean. It's just what I think these characters are thinking in these situations. The reason I'm not doing more Rory POVs is that I read the books, and they're written from her POV, and I don't want to copy. So I'm probably only going to do Rory's POV from late second season and third season. Sorry for such a long A/N, please review!! (This takes place right after Dean and Rory have gotten back together.) ~Arianna
I was SO glad that Rory and I were back together. It was so stupid that we were fighting. I knew she loved me. But it was great to hear her say it. Anyway, Rory told me that her grandparents were having a special dinner for her that Friday night, and she asked me to come. I did want to, but I wasn't sure-I mean, the last time I met Rory's grandmother was the night of that Chilton dance, which was great, for the most part, but didn't end up very well.
Rory said it would be fun, and she wanted me to meet her grandfather, and I agreed. For Rory. Lorelai, Rory, and I drove to Hartford. When we got there, Mrs. Gilmore asked us what we wanted to drink. Rory and Lorelai started teasing me about wanting a beer. Mrs. Gilmore was really nice about it, and I thought that maybe everything would be okay.
Then we all sat down to have dinner. The first thing Rory's grandfather asked me was where I was planning to go to college. Lorelai interrupted him to tell him to ask me what my favorite baseball team was, or something. I wished he would. But he didn't. So I told him I wasn't sure.
Mr. Gilmore continued staring at me, and asked me what sort of grades I got. I told him, truthfully (of course) that I got a mixture of A's, B's, and C's. He seemed sort of skeptical. I was kind of nervous by this point. I explained that I wasn't great in math. Which I'm not. But Rory is.
He kept asking me questions, including how I was going to make a living after I went to the college I hadn't thought about. I wasn't sure about that either. Mrs. Gilmore kept interrupting to tell him not to grill me, but he didn't listen.
Then he told me that Rory is going to an Ivy League school. I know that. I know how much she wants to go to Harvard, and I would do anything to help her get there. I know she will. And I'm glad. She works hard at everything, and she deserves it, definitely does. I told Mr. Gilmore that Rory is really smart. She's special. Looking angrily at me, he said he knew that. Rory told her grandfather that I was special too.
"Rory." I said. Her grandfather started yelling about how I wasn't good for her. He was talking about me like I wasn't there. And I admit, what he was saying hurt. My eyes filled with tears, but I definitely wasn't going to cry.
Rory jumped up, defending me, yelling at her grandfather about how he couldn't treat me this way. She said that I was incredible and I was special to her. Rory saying that meant a lot to me. And I was still hurt, but not really. It didn't seem to matter so much anymore.
We left. Rory looked pretty upset too. I wanted to tell her that it was okay. I didn't want Rory to be upset over me. When we got back to her house, Lorelai went inside. Rory told me she didn't know what to say. She said that none of what he said was true, none of it meant anything. She asked me not to be upset. I told her I wasn't.
"Dean." she said. Okay, it was sort of slightly a lie. I was kind of upset. But after what Rory said-I wasn't, not so much. I knew that those things weren't true. Not really. Rory loved me and she didn't think that. And she knew I loved her. That was enough. I assured Rory that I wasn't upset, and I kissed her, and then I left. I felt much better.
Rory always makes me feel that way.
-Dean Forrester
Dean's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything in it, etc.
A/N: I just got this idea.actually, I got it on winter break. Sorry this took so long! Just so everybody knows, this story is not supposed to be either Rory/Jess or Rory/Dean. It's just what I think these characters are thinking in these situations. The reason I'm not doing more Rory POVs is that I read the books, and they're written from her POV, and I don't want to copy. So I'm probably only going to do Rory's POV from late second season and third season. Sorry for such a long A/N, please review!! (This takes place right after Dean and Rory have gotten back together.) ~Arianna
I was SO glad that Rory and I were back together. It was so stupid that we were fighting. I knew she loved me. But it was great to hear her say it. Anyway, Rory told me that her grandparents were having a special dinner for her that Friday night, and she asked me to come. I did want to, but I wasn't sure-I mean, the last time I met Rory's grandmother was the night of that Chilton dance, which was great, for the most part, but didn't end up very well.
Rory said it would be fun, and she wanted me to meet her grandfather, and I agreed. For Rory. Lorelai, Rory, and I drove to Hartford. When we got there, Mrs. Gilmore asked us what we wanted to drink. Rory and Lorelai started teasing me about wanting a beer. Mrs. Gilmore was really nice about it, and I thought that maybe everything would be okay.
Then we all sat down to have dinner. The first thing Rory's grandfather asked me was where I was planning to go to college. Lorelai interrupted him to tell him to ask me what my favorite baseball team was, or something. I wished he would. But he didn't. So I told him I wasn't sure.
Mr. Gilmore continued staring at me, and asked me what sort of grades I got. I told him, truthfully (of course) that I got a mixture of A's, B's, and C's. He seemed sort of skeptical. I was kind of nervous by this point. I explained that I wasn't great in math. Which I'm not. But Rory is.
He kept asking me questions, including how I was going to make a living after I went to the college I hadn't thought about. I wasn't sure about that either. Mrs. Gilmore kept interrupting to tell him not to grill me, but he didn't listen.
Then he told me that Rory is going to an Ivy League school. I know that. I know how much she wants to go to Harvard, and I would do anything to help her get there. I know she will. And I'm glad. She works hard at everything, and she deserves it, definitely does. I told Mr. Gilmore that Rory is really smart. She's special. Looking angrily at me, he said he knew that. Rory told her grandfather that I was special too.
"Rory." I said. Her grandfather started yelling about how I wasn't good for her. He was talking about me like I wasn't there. And I admit, what he was saying hurt. My eyes filled with tears, but I definitely wasn't going to cry.
Rory jumped up, defending me, yelling at her grandfather about how he couldn't treat me this way. She said that I was incredible and I was special to her. Rory saying that meant a lot to me. And I was still hurt, but not really. It didn't seem to matter so much anymore.
We left. Rory looked pretty upset too. I wanted to tell her that it was okay. I didn't want Rory to be upset over me. When we got back to her house, Lorelai went inside. Rory told me she didn't know what to say. She said that none of what he said was true, none of it meant anything. She asked me not to be upset. I told her I wasn't.
"Dean." she said. Okay, it was sort of slightly a lie. I was kind of upset. But after what Rory said-I wasn't, not so much. I knew that those things weren't true. Not really. Rory loved me and she didn't think that. And she knew I loved her. That was enough. I assured Rory that I wasn't upset, and I kissed her, and then I left. I felt much better.
Rory always makes me feel that way.
-Dean Forrester