Chapter 3- Street Smarts
Disclaimer: Nothing I own; own I nothing.
Story time: Sequel to Over My Head
AN: Ok I'll just keep what I had before: For those who have forgotten, Dean and Rory are no more. She isn't technically with Jess *yet* but she's really close ;o) Hey, I have to have some material to work with. I always thought the action moving up to the good thing was the easiest but when you actually get there and done with it, well you can't really think of anything to write. So I'm just doing it my way. :o) Enjoy and PLEASE review! -FB-
Yeah, trouble was a word for it. And on top of all the things he had done in the past (and the present) he was making my coffee cold. He had also touched me, which was really awkward and gross.
Then he shot this cowardly line at me:
"So how was it?" he said emphasizing the last word.
Only I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded mean.
"What are you talking about?"
"I think you know"
"I think I don't know. How about you rephrase it for me there Dean? Or would that be asking too much?" I said.
"You know- Jess and you- how good was it?" he said again, emphasizing it.
I was shocked, horrified, and every word in the dictionary that has to do with surprised. And also, since when do guys go around as king girls how good "it" was. That's what their guy-buddies are for. What Dean had just asked me was rude in so many ways.
"What is it to you?" I snapped.
"Ahh.so there *is* something going on- or should I say not much going on" he said smugly.
At that moment I daintily put my coffee down, stepped up to Dean, looked up at him then cupped his face in my hands.
"Oh Dean."
I waited till he realized what I was doing. It was time. That's when I slapped him so hard he staggered backwards. I picked up my coffee.
"Don't ever- ever," I said firmly and with more pressure on the second ever, "talk to me again. If you do- I swear you'll regret it."
I left him there rosy cheeked and surprised with a hint of hurt.
Needless to say, I've never slapped and threatened at the same time. I was crazy proud of myself. I grinned and made my way home eager to tell mom that not only had I gotten asked out, but also I did the "old S and T" as she's referred to it before. She'll be so proud, because like she said once to me, "Don't ever slap someone unless you lay a threat on them too. It's the code."
Of course didn't know this code she was talking about. She told me this when I was 7, but for some reason I still remembered it. ---- I got home and saw Mom cleaning the living room and attempting to move our furniture. Good thing I brought coffee.
"Mom! What do you think you're doing?!" I tried to pry her hand off our monkey lamp.
"I thought we needed to spruce up our house. Give me the lamp!"
"There's no need to spruce. Our living conditions are fine.well not the refrigerator, but that's a different story. Now I swear if you don't give me the lamp." I thought a minute, "I'll break the Hello Kitty Waffle Iron of yours!"
"You know we don't use that."
"You do think it's cute don't yo u?"
"Fine." Mom let go of the monkey lamp and I sat it back down by the window.
"Sit Mom, you're obviously sick and coffee deprived." I gave her the coffee and started drinking mine.
"Bless you"
"Guess what!"
"You've had a hankering to go bad and you'll finally join me in my tirade on the town of Stars Hollow?" she asked hopefully.
"Close." I smiled as Mom looked at me in mock disappointment.
"Well that sucks like a black hole, but I guess I'll live. So what happened?"
"I S and T'd!" I mused.
"You're kidding!" her eyes gleamed at me.
"No! I totally did!"
"I've taught you well young grasshopper. Now who was the victim?"
"Dean."
"Dean?"
"Dean."
"What did he do?"
"Well," I thought a moment of a way to put it, "he said mean things and I just got really mad."
"Hmm.were these things about Jess?"
"Well sorta. But that brings me to my next article of conversation!" I tried to steer Mom away from the subject of me defending Jess- which I'm sure she would've told me I was doing.
"Sounds like you've had a full night little lady"
"Jess asked me out!" I said really fast and excitedly.
"Oh."
"Mom- please. Be happy for me. I really like him." I said sincerely.
"You like him?"
"A lot."
"Well, go ahead and date him. It's fine with me."
"Really?"
"No, I'm kidding. I'm not going to allow you to date that hooligan." She stated with a heavy sarcastic tone.
I smiled at her and went to call Jess. --- End Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Nothing I own; own I nothing.
Story time: Sequel to Over My Head
AN: Ok I'll just keep what I had before: For those who have forgotten, Dean and Rory are no more. She isn't technically with Jess *yet* but she's really close ;o) Hey, I have to have some material to work with. I always thought the action moving up to the good thing was the easiest but when you actually get there and done with it, well you can't really think of anything to write. So I'm just doing it my way. :o) Enjoy and PLEASE review! -FB-
Yeah, trouble was a word for it. And on top of all the things he had done in the past (and the present) he was making my coffee cold. He had also touched me, which was really awkward and gross.
Then he shot this cowardly line at me:
"So how was it?" he said emphasizing the last word.
Only I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded mean.
"What are you talking about?"
"I think you know"
"I think I don't know. How about you rephrase it for me there Dean? Or would that be asking too much?" I said.
"You know- Jess and you- how good was it?" he said again, emphasizing it.
I was shocked, horrified, and every word in the dictionary that has to do with surprised. And also, since when do guys go around as king girls how good "it" was. That's what their guy-buddies are for. What Dean had just asked me was rude in so many ways.
"What is it to you?" I snapped.
"Ahh.so there *is* something going on- or should I say not much going on" he said smugly.
At that moment I daintily put my coffee down, stepped up to Dean, looked up at him then cupped his face in my hands.
"Oh Dean."
I waited till he realized what I was doing. It was time. That's when I slapped him so hard he staggered backwards. I picked up my coffee.
"Don't ever- ever," I said firmly and with more pressure on the second ever, "talk to me again. If you do- I swear you'll regret it."
I left him there rosy cheeked and surprised with a hint of hurt.
Needless to say, I've never slapped and threatened at the same time. I was crazy proud of myself. I grinned and made my way home eager to tell mom that not only had I gotten asked out, but also I did the "old S and T" as she's referred to it before. She'll be so proud, because like she said once to me, "Don't ever slap someone unless you lay a threat on them too. It's the code."
Of course didn't know this code she was talking about. She told me this when I was 7, but for some reason I still remembered it. ---- I got home and saw Mom cleaning the living room and attempting to move our furniture. Good thing I brought coffee.
"Mom! What do you think you're doing?!" I tried to pry her hand off our monkey lamp.
"I thought we needed to spruce up our house. Give me the lamp!"
"There's no need to spruce. Our living conditions are fine.well not the refrigerator, but that's a different story. Now I swear if you don't give me the lamp." I thought a minute, "I'll break the Hello Kitty Waffle Iron of yours!"
"You know we don't use that."
"You do think it's cute don't yo u?"
"Fine." Mom let go of the monkey lamp and I sat it back down by the window.
"Sit Mom, you're obviously sick and coffee deprived." I gave her the coffee and started drinking mine.
"Bless you"
"Guess what!"
"You've had a hankering to go bad and you'll finally join me in my tirade on the town of Stars Hollow?" she asked hopefully.
"Close." I smiled as Mom looked at me in mock disappointment.
"Well that sucks like a black hole, but I guess I'll live. So what happened?"
"I S and T'd!" I mused.
"You're kidding!" her eyes gleamed at me.
"No! I totally did!"
"I've taught you well young grasshopper. Now who was the victim?"
"Dean."
"Dean?"
"Dean."
"What did he do?"
"Well," I thought a moment of a way to put it, "he said mean things and I just got really mad."
"Hmm.were these things about Jess?"
"Well sorta. But that brings me to my next article of conversation!" I tried to steer Mom away from the subject of me defending Jess- which I'm sure she would've told me I was doing.
"Sounds like you've had a full night little lady"
"Jess asked me out!" I said really fast and excitedly.
"Oh."
"Mom- please. Be happy for me. I really like him." I said sincerely.
"You like him?"
"A lot."
"Well, go ahead and date him. It's fine with me."
"Really?"
"No, I'm kidding. I'm not going to allow you to date that hooligan." She stated with a heavy sarcastic tone.
I smiled at her and went to call Jess. --- End Chapter 3
