Title: Expect The Unexpected
Chapter 18: The Reunion: Part 3
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Rory and Lane spotted Jess and Dean at the same time.
"Oh, my," they said simultaneously.
"What? What?" Margaret asked from her spot at the table. Lane and Rory didn't answer Margaret's inquiry, only pointed. Margaret turned to look.
"What? I don't see anything."
"They're shaking hands." Rory said.
"And no one's yelling." Lane pointed out.
"And Jess isn't even smirking."
"Does he still smirk a lot?" Lane turned to Rory.
"No, not really. But Chris does. And then Jess gets into it, and they're both doing it, and it makes me feel like I'm back in high school. Times two."
"Except for them. They're not acting like they're in high school." Lane pointed at Jess and Dean.
"Yeah. I don't get that."
"What, do they not get along?" Margaret interjected.
"Never." Lane and Rory said simultaneously.
The three stared at Jess and Dean for a minute. They had stopped shaking hands and were sitting at a table across from each other. It looked like they were talking.
"I wanna go see what's going on." Lane said suddenly.
"Me, too. Margaret?"
"Sure." Margaret shrugged.
"Let's go!"
"Wait!" Rory put one hand in front of Lane to stop her forward motion. "I have an idea."
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"How exactly are Christopher and Jenny together?"
Jess sighed. "I don't know."
"How do you know they're even together?"
"Lorelai saw them walking through town together."
"Oh. Well, are they boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"I don't know."
"Have they kissed?"
"I don't know, Dean! If you really want to know, you should ask your daughter."
"Sorry! I just thought you would know!"
"I don't know anything about it! I told you all I know!"
"Okay! Fine!"
The boys crossed their arms and glared at each other from across the table.
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Rory, Lane, and Margaret stood on the opposite side of the gym from the scene straight out of the high school yearbook. They stared at the forty-three-year-old twelfth grade boys.
"Ah, the joys of high school." Rory muttered.
"Really." Lane agreed.
"Now all we need is a good, old-fashioned pregnancy scare, and we'll be eighteen again." Margaret said, thinking about her own pregnancy.
"Or some purple hair dye." Lane twirled a strand of her black hair around her finger.
"And they ruined my idea! Well, I'm tired of it. I'm going over there to put a stop to this."
"Not a complete stop, Rory. It makes life interesting."
"Well, Lane, life can be too interesting." Rory started toward the boys, then stopped and looked back. "Well, are you coming or not?"
"Oh, of course!" Lane and Margaret both ran after Rory.
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"Hi." A breathless Rory ground to a halt next to her husband's chair. Lane and Margaret piled up behind them.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What's going on?" Dean looked from Margaret to Rory to Jess. Jess shrugged.
"I have a feeling Rory's going to get on our case for fighting...again."
"Yep. You know me so well." Rory leaned closer to Jess. She made it look as if she were going to kiss him, but instead, she smacked him upside the head. (A/N: Isn't that a great phase?)
"Ow!"
"I told you no fighting!"
"Well, I didn't hit him this time."
"No fighting! If you're gonna act like a five-year-old, I'll treat you like one."
"I didn't hit him! Doesn't that count for something?"
"Maybe. Did you wanna hit him?"
"Always."
"Wait, I wanna know who started the whole shaking hands thing." Lane edged in. Rory and Jess looked up. They'd forgotten the other three were there.
"Jess." Dean pointed across the table. Everyone looked at Jess.
"Really? Why were you shaking hands?"
"Truce." Jess shrugged.
"Awww, a truce!" Rory hugged Jess. "Isn't that sweet? He wanted a truce!"
"But it didn't last, Rory." Lane reminded her.
"Oh, who cares! They're Jess and Dean, they'll always hate each other! I love you." Rory kissed Jess square on the lips. "Dance with me." Rory pulled Jess up from the table and onto the huge dance floor.
Margaret pulled Dean, who only stared after Rory for a second. Lane stood by herself for a little while, until her husband came from the bathroom. She ran to him and pulled him onto the dance floor too.
A/N: If I said I was going to stop the story at Chapter 20, what would you say?
Chapter 18: The Reunion: Part 3
~~~~~
Rory and Lane spotted Jess and Dean at the same time.
"Oh, my," they said simultaneously.
"What? What?" Margaret asked from her spot at the table. Lane and Rory didn't answer Margaret's inquiry, only pointed. Margaret turned to look.
"What? I don't see anything."
"They're shaking hands." Rory said.
"And no one's yelling." Lane pointed out.
"And Jess isn't even smirking."
"Does he still smirk a lot?" Lane turned to Rory.
"No, not really. But Chris does. And then Jess gets into it, and they're both doing it, and it makes me feel like I'm back in high school. Times two."
"Except for them. They're not acting like they're in high school." Lane pointed at Jess and Dean.
"Yeah. I don't get that."
"What, do they not get along?" Margaret interjected.
"Never." Lane and Rory said simultaneously.
The three stared at Jess and Dean for a minute. They had stopped shaking hands and were sitting at a table across from each other. It looked like they were talking.
"I wanna go see what's going on." Lane said suddenly.
"Me, too. Margaret?"
"Sure." Margaret shrugged.
"Let's go!"
"Wait!" Rory put one hand in front of Lane to stop her forward motion. "I have an idea."
~~~~~
"How exactly are Christopher and Jenny together?"
Jess sighed. "I don't know."
"How do you know they're even together?"
"Lorelai saw them walking through town together."
"Oh. Well, are they boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"I don't know."
"Have they kissed?"
"I don't know, Dean! If you really want to know, you should ask your daughter."
"Sorry! I just thought you would know!"
"I don't know anything about it! I told you all I know!"
"Okay! Fine!"
The boys crossed their arms and glared at each other from across the table.
~~~~~~
Rory, Lane, and Margaret stood on the opposite side of the gym from the scene straight out of the high school yearbook. They stared at the forty-three-year-old twelfth grade boys.
"Ah, the joys of high school." Rory muttered.
"Really." Lane agreed.
"Now all we need is a good, old-fashioned pregnancy scare, and we'll be eighteen again." Margaret said, thinking about her own pregnancy.
"Or some purple hair dye." Lane twirled a strand of her black hair around her finger.
"And they ruined my idea! Well, I'm tired of it. I'm going over there to put a stop to this."
"Not a complete stop, Rory. It makes life interesting."
"Well, Lane, life can be too interesting." Rory started toward the boys, then stopped and looked back. "Well, are you coming or not?"
"Oh, of course!" Lane and Margaret both ran after Rory.
~~~~~~
"Hi." A breathless Rory ground to a halt next to her husband's chair. Lane and Margaret piled up behind them.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What's going on?" Dean looked from Margaret to Rory to Jess. Jess shrugged.
"I have a feeling Rory's going to get on our case for fighting...again."
"Yep. You know me so well." Rory leaned closer to Jess. She made it look as if she were going to kiss him, but instead, she smacked him upside the head. (A/N: Isn't that a great phase?)
"Ow!"
"I told you no fighting!"
"Well, I didn't hit him this time."
"No fighting! If you're gonna act like a five-year-old, I'll treat you like one."
"I didn't hit him! Doesn't that count for something?"
"Maybe. Did you wanna hit him?"
"Always."
"Wait, I wanna know who started the whole shaking hands thing." Lane edged in. Rory and Jess looked up. They'd forgotten the other three were there.
"Jess." Dean pointed across the table. Everyone looked at Jess.
"Really? Why were you shaking hands?"
"Truce." Jess shrugged.
"Awww, a truce!" Rory hugged Jess. "Isn't that sweet? He wanted a truce!"
"But it didn't last, Rory." Lane reminded her.
"Oh, who cares! They're Jess and Dean, they'll always hate each other! I love you." Rory kissed Jess square on the lips. "Dance with me." Rory pulled Jess up from the table and onto the huge dance floor.
Margaret pulled Dean, who only stared after Rory for a second. Lane stood by herself for a little while, until her husband came from the bathroom. She ran to him and pulled him onto the dance floor too.
A/N: If I said I was going to stop the story at Chapter 20, what would you say?