DON'T WORRY BABY
CHAPTER 4 – Beautiful Oblivion
After breakfast, Rory and Jess left the diner hand in hand, unaware as to what was around them. Not looking where they were going, they literally walked into a distracted Dean.
"Hey! Watch where you're going." Dean exclaimed, not looking up.
"Likewise bag boy." Jess replied. Dean looked up and saw Jess and frowned. He then looked over and saw Rory.
"Hi." He said, smiling at Rory.
"Ummm, hi." She replied, looking away.
They all stood in awkward silence.
"Don't I get a 'hi' bag boy?" Jess asked sarcastically.
"Jess…" Rory warned.
"Rory, you might want to keep your boyfriend here in line. We don't want him acting up now do we? We all know that he's prone to doing that." Dean said.
"Come on Dean, that's not fair." Rory responded.
"What's not fair? That I love you but we broke up because you had the hots for the bad boy in town?"
"Hey! You broke up with her!" Jess exclaimed.
"Yeah I did. And it was the stupidest mistake I've ever made."
"I'll say." Jess said. "But it sure worked out for me." Dean lunged at Jess.
"Come on guys! Cut it out!" She pulled them apart and took Jess by the hand and they walked away without so much as a backward glance.
They walked in the direction of the bridge, and when they reached their destination, Jess was fuming.
"I can't stand that jerk! Saying he loves you and…"
Rory hugged him. "Let's forget about Dean."
"Sometimes I just…" Rory interrupted him with a kiss.
"Jess. Let's forget about Dean. I love you. And I want to spend time with you. Please calm down." She kissed him again.
"Now I really can't calm down." Jess joked. "But in a good way."
Rory laughed. "Ummm, Jess…"
"Mmmm." He said, kissing her.
"Jess…"
"What?" He mumbled, still kissing her.
"Ummm…" she pulled away. "My mom knows."
"About what?" He leaned in to kiss her again.
"About last night."
"Mmmm. I already knew that."
"You did?" She asked, pulling away again.
"Well yeah. It was pretty obvious considering she kept calling me 'Fred' or 'Mr. Astaire' all morning. After you promised not to tell nonetheless."
"Hey!" Rory laughed. "I believe I said, and I quote, 'I make no guarantees'. But, ummm, I mean she knows about, ummm, after prom."
"Oh. Oooh! Jess exclaimed, realizing what she meant. "You mean…"
"My mom knows we slept together."
"How?"
"Well, I didn't tell her or anything, but she knows I'm on the pill." Jess raised his eyebrows. "She suggested it."
"Oh?"
"I had told her that I was ready, so she insisted that I go on the pill for safety purposes."
"So how does she know we slept together last night?"
"Well, I didn't tell her, but, I mean, I think she suspects that it happened last night."
"Why?"
"Well everyone knows about the whole 'sex on prom night' thing, so I think she suspects that that's when it would have happened."
"And she hasn't killed me yet?" Jess asked, astonished. "She was teasing me today. She didn't kill me, she teased!"
Rory laughed at Jess's confusion. "I think you've grown on her."
"Really?" Jess asked, skeptically.
"Well, you've grown on her like a bad fungus, but I think that if you decide to dance with her, it will seal the deal and make you un-fungus-like." Jess laughed. "…but…"
"But what?" Jess asked, kissing her.
"But we can't sleep together here yet."
"Well I'm not going to jump you here on the bridge." Jess joked.
"You know what I mean. We can't do it in my house or your apartment for a while."
"Oh." Jess said, pulling away.
"Its for the best."
"You want to tell your mom first."
"Yeah."
"When are you going to tell her?"
"Not yet. But I will soon. I promise."
"Just give me a heads up so I can find something for self defense purposes."
"Will do." They kissed again.
"But in the meantime…" Jess started.
"…we still have that hotel we stopped at on the way home…" Rory finished.
"Hey, I was wondering. Where'd you come up with the name for the reservation?"
"What? Virginia Twist?" Jess nodded. "I'd think that would be pretty obvious."
Jess thought for a few seconds and smiled. "Virginia Woolf and Oliver Twist."
She smiled.
"Creative."
"I know."
Jess leaned in and kissed her, and they escaped into their own world, oblivious to their surroundings. Oblivious to the fact that they weren't alone. Oblivious to the fact that they had been followed. Oblivious to the fact that Dean had heard everything.
