To the amazing readers whom I call my own:
You have my sincerest apologize; I never meant to stop the story so
abruptly. However, to compensate, I'm going to write the longest chapter I
have ever attempted to write. I've been thinking and tinkering, mulling and
musing, and finally I have an idea that may just be the funniest idea known
to man. And I'm not exaggerating. I'm sorry this is getting so long, but
if you're like me, the longer the better. Okay, I'm done babbling for the
moment. Oh, and before I forget, after you read this, please review. I'd
like to know how many people are reading this, so even if you don't feel
like writing anything, I'd be much obliged if you could just type in a
grade, your initials or your phone number. No, I was just joking about the
last one. But I'd appreciate it, and as fellow authors know, the more
reviews, the easier it is to write. Okay, that's it. Enjoy.
-author's-anonymous
p.s. Jess blows kisses at all the lovely ladies who are reading this (and some of the guys too!)
p.p.s. This chapter was updated on August 14th, 2002. If you read it before then, you might want to try again. Chapter 14 is coming soon- with a guest appearance from your favorite oppressed Korean girl...Lane!!!
p.p.p.s. It's sad, I know, but I'm computer illiterate. I'd be much obliged if someone who actually knows how to use one could tell me how to use italics and bold. Please, I'm dying here. And don't you want more stories?
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Rory woke up with tears on her face. She had been having the same dream every night since her 'near-death' experience. It always ended right before Tristan found her. She could hear him calling her name in desperation and worry, but she couldn't answer. She lay frozen in the parking lot, blood oozing through her leather suit, dripping onto the concrete. All she could think about was Tristan, and how she wanted to live another day, just so she could be held by his strong, muscular, powerful, strapping, stalwart, brawny, robust, husky, manly arms. Then, she died. Rory reached for a Kleenex and blew her nose vigorously and then went back to sleep.
"Hey Rory! Wakey-wakey!" called Lorelai from somewhere above her. Rory struggled to open her eyes. Eventually her mother's head focused above her.
"What?" asked Rory groggily, looking at Lorelai confused.
"It's time to go to Luke's! Come on, get up!"
"Mom..." whined Rory, uncharacteristically, "...it's Saturday."
"Please Rory?" asked Lorelai, batting her eyes at her daughter coyly. "I promise you'll see something interesting if you come with me!"
"What?"
"You have to come to Luke's to find out!" called Lorelai over her shoulder as she bounced out of the room joyously. Grumpily, Rory got ready to go to Luke's.
"I know something you don't know..."chanted Lorelai, the entire walk to the diner.
"Mom!" Rory practically yelled, "tell me!"
"Well, I could...but cable has been pretty sucky lately. This could be interesting."
"What kind of Mother are you?"
"A really hot one. Remember when you went to the movies with Lane, Dean and his really dumb friend who Lane loved until you intervened?" asked Lorelai, batting her eyelashes at a passerby.
"Like you'd ever let me forget it," Rory retorted.
"Well he was right. I am hot. But enough about me..." Lorelai said, smiling mischievously.
"Mom, did anyone ever tell you you're annoying?" queried Rory, rolling her eyes. 'Like anything was ever enough for her' she reflected inwardly.
"Repeatedly. Speaking of Dean, there he is," said Lorelai, pointing. Rory looked from Lorelai to her finger and finally to the region her finger was aimed at. Dean was sitting on the back of a bench, holding a basketball and a bunch of flowers.
"Dean!" Rory exclaimed, causing him to look in the Gilmore's direction.
"Rory!" he said, jumping up and running over to her. "I missed you!"
"You never told me you were coming back!"
"I didn't know until last night."
"Wow..." said Rory, at a loss for intelligent conversation. "So...was your flight good?"
"Is that all you can say? Didn't you miss me?"
"Of course I did, but this is so..."
"Unexpected?" chirped Lorelai helpfully.
"Yeah."
"Umm, Lorelai, do you think I could have a minute alone with Rory?" asked Dean, looking from a smug Lorelai to a dumbfounded Rory.
"I'll order for you," said Lorelai to Rory, and crossed the road to Luke's.
Dean eyed the tight t-shirt and hip-hugging jeans Rory was wearing. He mentally wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and imagined what was underneath. Because, after all, he hadn't managed to get her farther than kissing. Rory was still 'innocent'.
"So, how long are you going to be here for?" asked Rory, looking up at her former stud muffin.
"It all depends," answered Dean. "Rory, I'd like to pick up where we left off."
"Left off from what?" questioned Rory, confused.
Dean chuckled, and replied, "our relationship."
"Ohh, that! Umm, well I don't know if that's quite possible..." started Rory.
[Dean, however, had selective hearing, and heard Rory say: 'Ohh, that! Well, that's quite possible!' or something of the sort.]
"So, I'll pick you up at 8 okay?"
"What? Didn't you just hear anything I said?"
"Yeah, of course I did Rory. Wear something slinky and ravishing for me, I've got reservations for..."
"Dean!" Rory yelled, "I'm not going to wear anything slinky or ravishing for you! I'm not-"
[Dean's selective hearing heard: 'Dean! I'm going to ravish you!']
'Well, a little feisty there!' Dean thought, impressed. 'I guess she isn't as innocent as I thought! Well, she shouldn't be, since we've been going out for more than 3 months...I mean, I'm hot, I should have at least gotten under her shirt by now...' Dean smiled down at her. "Okay, sweetie, see you at eight!" he said, and kissed her hungrily before walking away, a bounce in his step.
"Hey, Dean!" Rory called to his retreating back, "what about those flowers?"
"These? Oh, they're for Taylor. See you later!"
Rory stumbled into the diner, emotionally drained from her confrontation with Dean. "Rory, I ordered you pancakes with extra bacon and...what's wrong?" said Lorelai, jumping up worriedly.
"Dean! Dean's wrong! Euch, I can't stand him. I remember why I broke up with him now!"
"Umm, didn't you break up with him because he moved to Chicago?" asked Lorelai.
"And because he pressured me to have sex with him!"
"Who pressured you to have sex with him?" asked Luke, coming over with their food. "If I ever get my hands on him, I'm going to..."
"Honey, it's okay. Just tell him you're not interested and hopefully he'll respect you enough to understand," said Lorelai soothingly, ignoring Luke who was swearing badly.
"Mom, it's not that easy! For some reason I don't think he can hear me!"
"Where you direct and precise?"
"Yes..."
"Did you use 'I' sentences?"
"Yes..."
"I think I know what the problem is!"
"What?" asked Rory, amazed at the perceptiveness her mother had.
"He has selective hearing."
"What?" repeated Rory.
"He has selective hearing."
"You're not helping you know."
"Sorry. What I meant was...well, he only hears what he wants to hear...like Luke!"
"Mom, Luke doesn't have selective hearing."
"Rory, I think I know when one of my..."
Luckily their argument was stopped when Kirk ran into the dinner, shouting on the top of his lungs. "Excuse me! Current eaters at Luke's Diner! There is a fight commencing near the gazebo! If you wish to-"
"Out of the way, sugar!" said Babette, brushing past him quickly. The diner emptied out, and Rory followed warily.
"Fight! Fight!" rang out, as two boys punched each other.
"No fighting! It's against the town's policy!" called Taylor, holding a mega-phone in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other. "Boys!"
"Rory! Look!" said Lorelai, pointing at the scuffle. "That's Dean!"
"Oh no!" cried Rory, and pushed herself through the crowd. "That's Tristan!"
"Wow, he sure can pack a punch..." said Lorelai, impressed as he broke Dean's nose.
"What should I do?" asked Rory, watching the fight frantically.
"Well, you have three choices. One, you cheer for who ever you want to win, and afterwards nurse them back to health when they inevitably get beaten to a pulp. Personally, I think that's the smart one. Two, you stand on the sidelines, and try to talk some sense into them. I don't know how effective that would be."
"What's the third choice?"
"Jump in and try to break them apart, almost certainly getting injured in the process."
Without another thought, Rory ran into the scuffle.
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Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I didn't get quite as far as I thought I would, but don't worry, I'm going to work really hard to fix it up. So, as always, suggestions would be appreciated, and if you don't like this part much, I can always update it. I'm going on holiday now, and I don't know how much time I'll have to update this. Don't give up on me! Come September, there will be much more Gilmorey-Goodness. Please please review, I'm begging you! Thanks for all the support, I heart my reviewers and readers!
-a_a
-author's-anonymous
p.s. Jess blows kisses at all the lovely ladies who are reading this (and some of the guys too!)
p.p.s. This chapter was updated on August 14th, 2002. If you read it before then, you might want to try again. Chapter 14 is coming soon- with a guest appearance from your favorite oppressed Korean girl...Lane!!!
p.p.p.s. It's sad, I know, but I'm computer illiterate. I'd be much obliged if someone who actually knows how to use one could tell me how to use italics and bold. Please, I'm dying here. And don't you want more stories?
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Rory woke up with tears on her face. She had been having the same dream every night since her 'near-death' experience. It always ended right before Tristan found her. She could hear him calling her name in desperation and worry, but she couldn't answer. She lay frozen in the parking lot, blood oozing through her leather suit, dripping onto the concrete. All she could think about was Tristan, and how she wanted to live another day, just so she could be held by his strong, muscular, powerful, strapping, stalwart, brawny, robust, husky, manly arms. Then, she died. Rory reached for a Kleenex and blew her nose vigorously and then went back to sleep.
"Hey Rory! Wakey-wakey!" called Lorelai from somewhere above her. Rory struggled to open her eyes. Eventually her mother's head focused above her.
"What?" asked Rory groggily, looking at Lorelai confused.
"It's time to go to Luke's! Come on, get up!"
"Mom..." whined Rory, uncharacteristically, "...it's Saturday."
"Please Rory?" asked Lorelai, batting her eyes at her daughter coyly. "I promise you'll see something interesting if you come with me!"
"What?"
"You have to come to Luke's to find out!" called Lorelai over her shoulder as she bounced out of the room joyously. Grumpily, Rory got ready to go to Luke's.
"I know something you don't know..."chanted Lorelai, the entire walk to the diner.
"Mom!" Rory practically yelled, "tell me!"
"Well, I could...but cable has been pretty sucky lately. This could be interesting."
"What kind of Mother are you?"
"A really hot one. Remember when you went to the movies with Lane, Dean and his really dumb friend who Lane loved until you intervened?" asked Lorelai, batting her eyelashes at a passerby.
"Like you'd ever let me forget it," Rory retorted.
"Well he was right. I am hot. But enough about me..." Lorelai said, smiling mischievously.
"Mom, did anyone ever tell you you're annoying?" queried Rory, rolling her eyes. 'Like anything was ever enough for her' she reflected inwardly.
"Repeatedly. Speaking of Dean, there he is," said Lorelai, pointing. Rory looked from Lorelai to her finger and finally to the region her finger was aimed at. Dean was sitting on the back of a bench, holding a basketball and a bunch of flowers.
"Dean!" Rory exclaimed, causing him to look in the Gilmore's direction.
"Rory!" he said, jumping up and running over to her. "I missed you!"
"You never told me you were coming back!"
"I didn't know until last night."
"Wow..." said Rory, at a loss for intelligent conversation. "So...was your flight good?"
"Is that all you can say? Didn't you miss me?"
"Of course I did, but this is so..."
"Unexpected?" chirped Lorelai helpfully.
"Yeah."
"Umm, Lorelai, do you think I could have a minute alone with Rory?" asked Dean, looking from a smug Lorelai to a dumbfounded Rory.
"I'll order for you," said Lorelai to Rory, and crossed the road to Luke's.
Dean eyed the tight t-shirt and hip-hugging jeans Rory was wearing. He mentally wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her and imagined what was underneath. Because, after all, he hadn't managed to get her farther than kissing. Rory was still 'innocent'.
"So, how long are you going to be here for?" asked Rory, looking up at her former stud muffin.
"It all depends," answered Dean. "Rory, I'd like to pick up where we left off."
"Left off from what?" questioned Rory, confused.
Dean chuckled, and replied, "our relationship."
"Ohh, that! Umm, well I don't know if that's quite possible..." started Rory.
[Dean, however, had selective hearing, and heard Rory say: 'Ohh, that! Well, that's quite possible!' or something of the sort.]
"So, I'll pick you up at 8 okay?"
"What? Didn't you just hear anything I said?"
"Yeah, of course I did Rory. Wear something slinky and ravishing for me, I've got reservations for..."
"Dean!" Rory yelled, "I'm not going to wear anything slinky or ravishing for you! I'm not-"
[Dean's selective hearing heard: 'Dean! I'm going to ravish you!']
'Well, a little feisty there!' Dean thought, impressed. 'I guess she isn't as innocent as I thought! Well, she shouldn't be, since we've been going out for more than 3 months...I mean, I'm hot, I should have at least gotten under her shirt by now...' Dean smiled down at her. "Okay, sweetie, see you at eight!" he said, and kissed her hungrily before walking away, a bounce in his step.
"Hey, Dean!" Rory called to his retreating back, "what about those flowers?"
"These? Oh, they're for Taylor. See you later!"
Rory stumbled into the diner, emotionally drained from her confrontation with Dean. "Rory, I ordered you pancakes with extra bacon and...what's wrong?" said Lorelai, jumping up worriedly.
"Dean! Dean's wrong! Euch, I can't stand him. I remember why I broke up with him now!"
"Umm, didn't you break up with him because he moved to Chicago?" asked Lorelai.
"And because he pressured me to have sex with him!"
"Who pressured you to have sex with him?" asked Luke, coming over with their food. "If I ever get my hands on him, I'm going to..."
"Honey, it's okay. Just tell him you're not interested and hopefully he'll respect you enough to understand," said Lorelai soothingly, ignoring Luke who was swearing badly.
"Mom, it's not that easy! For some reason I don't think he can hear me!"
"Where you direct and precise?"
"Yes..."
"Did you use 'I' sentences?"
"Yes..."
"I think I know what the problem is!"
"What?" asked Rory, amazed at the perceptiveness her mother had.
"He has selective hearing."
"What?" repeated Rory.
"He has selective hearing."
"You're not helping you know."
"Sorry. What I meant was...well, he only hears what he wants to hear...like Luke!"
"Mom, Luke doesn't have selective hearing."
"Rory, I think I know when one of my..."
Luckily their argument was stopped when Kirk ran into the dinner, shouting on the top of his lungs. "Excuse me! Current eaters at Luke's Diner! There is a fight commencing near the gazebo! If you wish to-"
"Out of the way, sugar!" said Babette, brushing past him quickly. The diner emptied out, and Rory followed warily.
"Fight! Fight!" rang out, as two boys punched each other.
"No fighting! It's against the town's policy!" called Taylor, holding a mega-phone in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other. "Boys!"
"Rory! Look!" said Lorelai, pointing at the scuffle. "That's Dean!"
"Oh no!" cried Rory, and pushed herself through the crowd. "That's Tristan!"
"Wow, he sure can pack a punch..." said Lorelai, impressed as he broke Dean's nose.
"What should I do?" asked Rory, watching the fight frantically.
"Well, you have three choices. One, you cheer for who ever you want to win, and afterwards nurse them back to health when they inevitably get beaten to a pulp. Personally, I think that's the smart one. Two, you stand on the sidelines, and try to talk some sense into them. I don't know how effective that would be."
"What's the third choice?"
"Jump in and try to break them apart, almost certainly getting injured in the process."
Without another thought, Rory ran into the scuffle.
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Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed this. I didn't get quite as far as I thought I would, but don't worry, I'm going to work really hard to fix it up. So, as always, suggestions would be appreciated, and if you don't like this part much, I can always update it. I'm going on holiday now, and I don't know how much time I'll have to update this. Don't give up on me! Come September, there will be much more Gilmorey-Goodness. Please please review, I'm begging you! Thanks for all the support, I heart my reviewers and readers!
-a_a