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A/N: Okay kids so we kinda have a problem. Well my computer had a melt
down and lost all my stories so. your short story is being postponed until
I can rewrite it!!! Sorry!!! As for this chapter sorry it took so long!!!
But after I got another treat on my life I once again felt inspired. I love
those reviews. Your know how in Moulin Rouge, Ewan says, "Love Is like
oxygen." Well I have changed it to " Reviews are like oxygen!" man what a
great movie!!! But anywho review review review!!!! On with the show..
Everything
Chapter six: Time Changes Nothing
Rory slowly tilted her head as she looked into the mirror. God, how she hated being on the student body sometimes. It was now December and Chilton was having its annual Christmas Ball. She sighed. Why didn't Paris tell her that she had to attend every school event to represent the student body and blah blah blah? She pined her last curl up into the messy bun and gave a small sigh. If there was one thing she could say it was that her dress was beautiful. Small blue flowers covered the light crème color dress that went to the floor. Her mother had done her makeup before she had to go back to work and Rory had put the last touches on her hair.
Everything was perfect. Well almost perfect. This was the first time in three months that she couldn't get Jess out of her mind. She had barley been able to look at him since the day she saw him with Shane. She never though in a million years something like that would happen. But then again she has Dean or had Dean.
She looked at her wrist where the handmade bracelet had been for so long. She had broken up with him. There hadn't even been a fight. It was like they both new. They were still friends and he had even offered to take her to the dance but she new he would be bored. He had a new girlfriend and Rory was happy for him. She looked at the clock and she mentally counted the time. Still a half-hour before she had to leave. She walked out into the living room and grabbed her necklace. She looked into the hall mirror as she tried to get the hook.
"Damn these fake nails." She heard a knock at the door. "Come in its open." She didn't even look to see who it was. She kept fiddling with the hook. "Come on honey you only have one senior ball. Go all out, get the nails." She said imitating Emily's voice.
"Rory?" She stopped what she was doing. She knew that voice. She looked to her right and there he was. His hair. His eyes. His lips. His smirk. She didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything. She just stared. "Listen I know I'm the last person you want see right now but I had no choice. Luke heard you were going to this thing by yourself so he bought you this," her eyes glanced to the corsage that was in a clear box "he was going to come give it to you but there was a small fire in the kitchen and so he told me to come give it to you and so here it is." He put the corsage on the table and turned to leave.
"Thank you." He stopped and smirked at her.
"Your welcome." He looked her over once before stepping closer. "Here let me help you with that." Before she new it he was standing behind her. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes stared at him threw the mirror. His hands lightly brushed against her neck and her tried to hook the clasp. She could feel his warm breath and she could feel shivers treating to escape. His jean jacket lightly scraped her upper back and she closed her eyes dreaming that this was how things always were. Him bringing her a corsage. Putting on her necklace. Taking her to the dace.
Her thoughts stopped the second she felt his hands travel down and over her shoulders. She felt his warm hands entangle with hers and she felt a small smile forming on her lips. Then as quickly as he had grabbed her hands she felt a warm kiss placed on her right bare should blade. One kiss. Then another. As slowly as she knew he could force himself he left a trail of kisses up her neck. She squeezed his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips were now at her chin only centimeters away from her mouth. She slowly turned her head to face him and opened her eyes. His chin was resting on her shoulder and he slowly leaned forward and rubbed the noses together.
"Jess I can't kiss you." his eyes meet hers and she felt his grip tighten.
"Why?" he ran his hand over her cheek.
"Your going to mess up my hair." For the first time in almost six months she saw a smile.
A/N: What will happen next? A Kiss? A knock at the door? A freak snow storm? Who knows!!?? All I can say is more soon!!!!!!
Everything
Chapter six: Time Changes Nothing
Rory slowly tilted her head as she looked into the mirror. God, how she hated being on the student body sometimes. It was now December and Chilton was having its annual Christmas Ball. She sighed. Why didn't Paris tell her that she had to attend every school event to represent the student body and blah blah blah? She pined her last curl up into the messy bun and gave a small sigh. If there was one thing she could say it was that her dress was beautiful. Small blue flowers covered the light crème color dress that went to the floor. Her mother had done her makeup before she had to go back to work and Rory had put the last touches on her hair.
Everything was perfect. Well almost perfect. This was the first time in three months that she couldn't get Jess out of her mind. She had barley been able to look at him since the day she saw him with Shane. She never though in a million years something like that would happen. But then again she has Dean or had Dean.
She looked at her wrist where the handmade bracelet had been for so long. She had broken up with him. There hadn't even been a fight. It was like they both new. They were still friends and he had even offered to take her to the dance but she new he would be bored. He had a new girlfriend and Rory was happy for him. She looked at the clock and she mentally counted the time. Still a half-hour before she had to leave. She walked out into the living room and grabbed her necklace. She looked into the hall mirror as she tried to get the hook.
"Damn these fake nails." She heard a knock at the door. "Come in its open." She didn't even look to see who it was. She kept fiddling with the hook. "Come on honey you only have one senior ball. Go all out, get the nails." She said imitating Emily's voice.
"Rory?" She stopped what she was doing. She knew that voice. She looked to her right and there he was. His hair. His eyes. His lips. His smirk. She didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything. She just stared. "Listen I know I'm the last person you want see right now but I had no choice. Luke heard you were going to this thing by yourself so he bought you this," her eyes glanced to the corsage that was in a clear box "he was going to come give it to you but there was a small fire in the kitchen and so he told me to come give it to you and so here it is." He put the corsage on the table and turned to leave.
"Thank you." He stopped and smirked at her.
"Your welcome." He looked her over once before stepping closer. "Here let me help you with that." Before she new it he was standing behind her. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes stared at him threw the mirror. His hands lightly brushed against her neck and her tried to hook the clasp. She could feel his warm breath and she could feel shivers treating to escape. His jean jacket lightly scraped her upper back and she closed her eyes dreaming that this was how things always were. Him bringing her a corsage. Putting on her necklace. Taking her to the dace.
Her thoughts stopped the second she felt his hands travel down and over her shoulders. She felt his warm hands entangle with hers and she felt a small smile forming on her lips. Then as quickly as he had grabbed her hands she felt a warm kiss placed on her right bare should blade. One kiss. Then another. As slowly as she knew he could force himself he left a trail of kisses up her neck. She squeezed his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips were now at her chin only centimeters away from her mouth. She slowly turned her head to face him and opened her eyes. His chin was resting on her shoulder and he slowly leaned forward and rubbed the noses together.
"Jess I can't kiss you." his eyes meet hers and she felt his grip tighten.
"Why?" he ran his hand over her cheek.
"Your going to mess up my hair." For the first time in almost six months she saw a smile.
A/N: What will happen next? A Kiss? A knock at the door? A freak snow storm? Who knows!!?? All I can say is more soon!!!!!!