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Spoilers:Yeah right! I time warped back to season two.
Summary:Rory thinks about Jess,and Lorelai brings up the dance.(Okay that summary sucked,sorry.)
A/N:Thank you to Too Lazy to Sign In and markie for asking me to go on with this story!When I initially wrote it I had no intention
to continue it,but you guys changed my mind.And I'm really glad because I like this chapter!
To Jade:Thank you very much!! I'm glad that you like my writing!!
To markie:I bet a lot of people forgot that,I almost did!Thank you!!
To Too Lazy to Sign In:Thank you very much for reviewing my stories!! I kind of surprised myself with the ballroom dancing thing too!
To any body who reviews this after I submit this chapter:Thank you for reading this,I love you all!
Note:This picks up the same night of the dance lesson,after they order the chinese,and Lorelai paints Rory's toenails.I'm picking
up with Loreali leaving her room.
"Okay,sleep well,"Mom said."Tomorrow, you are a woman.Sunday, you start therapy.And a week from Tuesday, the binge drinking
begins."she said solemnly.
"Great.You know how I like a schedule."I smiled at her.
"'Night."Mom turned the light out and went up to her bedroom.
I stared at the ceiling willing myself to go to sleep.But I couldn't.All I could think of was that dance lesson.The dance.
I tried to convince myself that it was just the dance that I was thinking of.But it wasn't.Of course I'm the queen of denialville, so
don't even bother trying to tell me that.When I saw him walk up to me,I instantly relaxed.Don't ask me how,because if I knew
maybe I could quit thinking about him.About the dance.Then I feel guilty.Dean.Remember him,the guy who's going to wear
white gloves for you?But no,it's not him that I can't quit thinking about,it's someone else.Some other guy who led me around the dance floor,completely shocking me by the way,while never leaving my eyes.And poor Dean,he tried so hard, it took so long to
do that.Like he didn't have about 100 other things that he would rather have done,but he went to a stupid dance lesson that he hated,for me.
"Dean,are you leading?"I remembered Miss Patty asking him,as she tried to transform our Ringling Brothers act into dancing.
"I have no idea,"he replied, frustrated.
And I have the nerve to be thinking about another guy. After the hours of trying to learn to dance,after the tails,after Neil Young,and
I'm thinking about Jess.The guy who unexpectantly popped in and made me feel like Cinderella dancing with the prince.Only
he's not supposed to be the one in the Prince's place.Dean is.So, yes, morally I know that Dean should be the guy on my mind.
If you think there has to be a but here,you're right.But,I'm not.I'm thinking about Jess.And Jess' eyes.There is just something about his eyes.I can't even begin to try to explain it.When I look into his eyes, I feel somehow comforted.Don't ask me how,it's a mystery.Especially since I barely know him.But I feel like I know him.This pretty much puzzles me.I don't know what it is about
him, maybe it's the mystique, maybe it's not, but whatever it is it's making me really want to get to know him better.I'm not sure
that Dean or my mom share the same liking Jess opinion.Dad didn't seem to mind him though,then again he's never really met
Jess.What am I even talking about?It was JUST a dance!Yes it was a dance consisting of for one thing,magic,because I danced,
I, Miss two left feet, danced.Yes, there was also really intense eye contact, and being in eachothers arms for a few minutes.But that's how you dance.There is nothing wrong with dancing with a guy that's not your boyfriend once.Now I maybe shouldn't have
done right in front of my boyfriend,after he'd just spent an hour trying to do the exact same thing.But people dance with more than
one person,it's not like I kissed the guy.So,if I did nothing wrong,then why do I feel guilty?It could be because when he held me in
his arms, it felt so natural.And when he dipped me,I never even for one millisecond worried that he'd drop me(like I did everytime
with Dean),not that I would've even noticed if he would have dropped me, because I was so busy staring into his eyes that I barely
remembered my name,let alone if I was standing.And the very first night I met him when I looked into his eyes, I had to look twice
because there was just something that made me very at ease,very myself.I didn't feel like I had to be perfect,I don't think he wants
me to be perfect.Stop it! I'm being an idiot.It was just a dance,a couple minutes,no big deal.He probably hasn't thought about me
once since,and here I am,staring at the ceiling,thinking about him.He probably won't even remember it tomorrow, and here it's
completely invading my mind.I need to stop thinking about Jess,and his eyes.Those brown eyes,I felt like he could read me, like he
reads Howl or Oliver Twist.And he probably can, just because I can hide from everyone else so easily doesn't mean I can hide from
him,he's different. He's a mystery,and he can hide well,I can tell.Okay, that's not not thinking about Jess.I am going to sleep.Now.
"Whoo hoo!Wake up,coffee, coffee.Your last morning not being a hoop skirt wearing society woman!"Mom says cheerily.
"Go back to bed."I mumbled as I duried my head in my pillow.
"No! Up, please."
"You are a very mean person."I told her.
"Oh good,'cause I was so tired of being nice.If you don't get up I'm going to start torturing you again."she warned me.
"What do you have to hold over my head?I know I have stuff to hold over your head, such as-"
"You danced with Jess!"
I shot up out of bed.
"Now that got results."she said.
"It was just a dance."I defended.
"Uh huh."
"What?"I gave her the evil eye.
"Wow, the evil eye."she smiled."You danced with Jess.You stayed in a dip for about 10 minutes, just staring into his eyes,you-"
"Need coffee."I interrupted.
"You were danced and romanced by-"
"Stop."
"And did you see Dean?Because let me tell you-"
"At what point did you lose your hearing?"I asked trying to get her to stop.
"I'm serious, you could have just knocked me over with a feather!"she continued.
"I don't think I like you.Where's my daddy,I don't want my mean mommy."
"What are you gonna do?Go complain to-"
"I'm putting you up for adoption.Some people might like a mean, crazy, over-exaggerater,I am not one of those people."
"Hey kiddo."Dad smiled.
"Hi."I hugged him, relieved that Jess was a subject of the past.Or not.
"I was just waking Ginger Rogers here up."Mom said, smiling.
"Yeah, that was quite a dance."he said, not realizing this was a torture thing.
"Not you too."I said.
"What?"he asked, confused.
"Dad's clueless."Mom informed me."He didn't realize that you and Jess had a Baby and Johnny thing going on."she teased.
"A what?"Dad asked, clearly confused.
"Dirty Dancing.Where have you been?"Mom answered.
"You are warped."I told her.
"It's true!"she protested."It's exactly true!17 years old,Baby's also 17 years old."
"Oh brother."I rolled my eyes.
"You, the naive picture of innocence, him the not so innocent experienced rather than naive guy that your parents don't approve of."
"You need help.Lots and lots of help.I'm serious, they may have to bring Sigmund Frued back to life to help you."I said.
"You think I'm that special?Aww, that's sweet."
"I am going to get dressed now."I announced.
"Bye Ginger!"she called in a high pitched voice.
"What was that all about?"Dad asked.
She can be so aggravating.Dirty Dancing, ha! It's hardly Dirty Dancing.Baby and Johnny my foot.When I was dressed,I walked back
out into the livingroom."I am ready for coffee."I said.
"Okay, let's go."Mom said as we walked to the door.
I went to reach for the door to open it.
"No!"Mom shouted.
I jumped."What?"I ask alarmed.
"A lady NEVER opens a door."se said.
"Oh my gosh, you scared me half to death to mock me?"
"What's wrong with you child?Were you raised in a barn?"she asked.
"Close."I smiled,"A tool shed."
"But a very classy tool shed."she said.
"Agreed."
"I mean, next thing you know, you'll be milking a cow in the kitchen, and square-dancing.Oh!"she said, pretending it was pure coincidence,"Speaking of dancing..."
"Mom, we've been over this a million times."
"What in the heck am I missing?"Dad asked.
"Did you not see Fred and Ginger yesterday?"Mom asked.
"Mom,come on."
"That guy she danced with?"he questioned.
"That's the one.And he finally gets it."Mom said.
"Don't let her put ideas in your head."I said to him."And Mom,you need to stop."
"Why?"she asked.
"Because, Jess is probably at Luke's, and I'm not going to go in there with you if you're going to torture me,so good luck getting
coffee."I said to her.
"Oh fine."she pouted.
Soon,we were at Luke's.We walked in.Luke was yelling about something,and Jess was looking slightly amused as he nodded.
We sat at the counter."I'm serious Jess!"Luke complained as he stormed over to us."This is not funny!"Then he reached us.
"Hey, I need coffee."Mom said.
"No."Luke said.
"Luke."She whined."I need coffee."she repeated.
"And I need peace and quiet, good luck."and with that he stomped off to take an order.
"What did you do this time?"I asked Jess as he walked over to our part of the counter.
Luke could be heard behind us mumbling something about fire alarms.
"Just another thing to drive Luke crazy."he replied.
"Well at least your heart's in the right place."I said with a very small smile.
Luke came back around the counter."Luke,coffee."Mom tried again.
"No."he replied."He pulled the fire alarms."Luke told me.
"At school."Jess specified, as Luke disappears into the kitchen.
"You pulled the fire alarms?"I asked.
"Yep."
I stifled my smile,"That's not good."I said trying to keep a smile from coming.
"Actually it was kind of funny."he said.
"When I was in elementary school they used to tell us that if we pulled the fire alarms, that we'd get arrested."I told him.
"Want me to let you in on a little secret?"
"What's that?"I asked.
"They lied."he said as he poured me a cup of coffee,smirked,and told Luke he was going out.
Mom AND Dad were staring at me now with tiny smiles.
"What?"I asked.I rolled my eyes after a moment of them just staring with these strange grins on their faces.I went back to my coffee."It was just a dance."I finally said.
"Uh huh.Well I guess not all of us are lucky enough to get coffee."Mom pouted.
"Well, if you wouldn't have tortured me all morning, I'd share mine."I smirked and took a sip of my coffee."Mmm."
"Dean, we have a problem."Mom said to no one in particular.
A/N:I'm counting on all of you to tell me if I should go on with this story, or if you hate it,or if you love it,or if you think that I should
end it here,and I honestly will listen to you guys!! As an example,I continued this story because you wanted me to!! I love you
all and value your opinions!! So please review and tell me what you think!!Thank you!
the first to know:)I,however,would not hold my breath.
Spoilers:Yeah right! I time warped back to season two.
Summary:Rory thinks about Jess,and Lorelai brings up the dance.(Okay that summary sucked,sorry.)
A/N:Thank you to Too Lazy to Sign In and markie for asking me to go on with this story!When I initially wrote it I had no intention
to continue it,but you guys changed my mind.And I'm really glad because I like this chapter!
To Jade:Thank you very much!! I'm glad that you like my writing!!
To markie:I bet a lot of people forgot that,I almost did!Thank you!!
To Too Lazy to Sign In:Thank you very much for reviewing my stories!! I kind of surprised myself with the ballroom dancing thing too!
To any body who reviews this after I submit this chapter:Thank you for reading this,I love you all!
Note:This picks up the same night of the dance lesson,after they order the chinese,and Lorelai paints Rory's toenails.I'm picking
up with Loreali leaving her room.
"Okay,sleep well,"Mom said."Tomorrow, you are a woman.Sunday, you start therapy.And a week from Tuesday, the binge drinking
begins."she said solemnly.
"Great.You know how I like a schedule."I smiled at her.
"'Night."Mom turned the light out and went up to her bedroom.
I stared at the ceiling willing myself to go to sleep.But I couldn't.All I could think of was that dance lesson.The dance.
I tried to convince myself that it was just the dance that I was thinking of.But it wasn't.Of course I'm the queen of denialville, so
don't even bother trying to tell me that.When I saw him walk up to me,I instantly relaxed.Don't ask me how,because if I knew
maybe I could quit thinking about him.About the dance.Then I feel guilty.Dean.Remember him,the guy who's going to wear
white gloves for you?But no,it's not him that I can't quit thinking about,it's someone else.Some other guy who led me around the dance floor,completely shocking me by the way,while never leaving my eyes.And poor Dean,he tried so hard, it took so long to
do that.Like he didn't have about 100 other things that he would rather have done,but he went to a stupid dance lesson that he hated,for me.
"Dean,are you leading?"I remembered Miss Patty asking him,as she tried to transform our Ringling Brothers act into dancing.
"I have no idea,"he replied, frustrated.
And I have the nerve to be thinking about another guy. After the hours of trying to learn to dance,after the tails,after Neil Young,and
I'm thinking about Jess.The guy who unexpectantly popped in and made me feel like Cinderella dancing with the prince.Only
he's not supposed to be the one in the Prince's place.Dean is.So, yes, morally I know that Dean should be the guy on my mind.
If you think there has to be a but here,you're right.But,I'm not.I'm thinking about Jess.And Jess' eyes.There is just something about his eyes.I can't even begin to try to explain it.When I look into his eyes, I feel somehow comforted.Don't ask me how,it's a mystery.Especially since I barely know him.But I feel like I know him.This pretty much puzzles me.I don't know what it is about
him, maybe it's the mystique, maybe it's not, but whatever it is it's making me really want to get to know him better.I'm not sure
that Dean or my mom share the same liking Jess opinion.Dad didn't seem to mind him though,then again he's never really met
Jess.What am I even talking about?It was JUST a dance!Yes it was a dance consisting of for one thing,magic,because I danced,
I, Miss two left feet, danced.Yes, there was also really intense eye contact, and being in eachothers arms for a few minutes.But that's how you dance.There is nothing wrong with dancing with a guy that's not your boyfriend once.Now I maybe shouldn't have
done right in front of my boyfriend,after he'd just spent an hour trying to do the exact same thing.But people dance with more than
one person,it's not like I kissed the guy.So,if I did nothing wrong,then why do I feel guilty?It could be because when he held me in
his arms, it felt so natural.And when he dipped me,I never even for one millisecond worried that he'd drop me(like I did everytime
with Dean),not that I would've even noticed if he would have dropped me, because I was so busy staring into his eyes that I barely
remembered my name,let alone if I was standing.And the very first night I met him when I looked into his eyes, I had to look twice
because there was just something that made me very at ease,very myself.I didn't feel like I had to be perfect,I don't think he wants
me to be perfect.Stop it! I'm being an idiot.It was just a dance,a couple minutes,no big deal.He probably hasn't thought about me
once since,and here I am,staring at the ceiling,thinking about him.He probably won't even remember it tomorrow, and here it's
completely invading my mind.I need to stop thinking about Jess,and his eyes.Those brown eyes,I felt like he could read me, like he
reads Howl or Oliver Twist.And he probably can, just because I can hide from everyone else so easily doesn't mean I can hide from
him,he's different. He's a mystery,and he can hide well,I can tell.Okay, that's not not thinking about Jess.I am going to sleep.Now.
"Whoo hoo!Wake up,coffee, coffee.Your last morning not being a hoop skirt wearing society woman!"Mom says cheerily.
"Go back to bed."I mumbled as I duried my head in my pillow.
"No! Up, please."
"You are a very mean person."I told her.
"Oh good,'cause I was so tired of being nice.If you don't get up I'm going to start torturing you again."she warned me.
"What do you have to hold over my head?I know I have stuff to hold over your head, such as-"
"You danced with Jess!"
I shot up out of bed.
"Now that got results."she said.
"It was just a dance."I defended.
"Uh huh."
"What?"I gave her the evil eye.
"Wow, the evil eye."she smiled."You danced with Jess.You stayed in a dip for about 10 minutes, just staring into his eyes,you-"
"Need coffee."I interrupted.
"You were danced and romanced by-"
"Stop."
"And did you see Dean?Because let me tell you-"
"At what point did you lose your hearing?"I asked trying to get her to stop.
"I'm serious, you could have just knocked me over with a feather!"she continued.
"I don't think I like you.Where's my daddy,I don't want my mean mommy."
"What are you gonna do?Go complain to-"
"I'm putting you up for adoption.Some people might like a mean, crazy, over-exaggerater,I am not one of those people."
"Hey kiddo."Dad smiled.
"Hi."I hugged him, relieved that Jess was a subject of the past.Or not.
"I was just waking Ginger Rogers here up."Mom said, smiling.
"Yeah, that was quite a dance."he said, not realizing this was a torture thing.
"Not you too."I said.
"What?"he asked, confused.
"Dad's clueless."Mom informed me."He didn't realize that you and Jess had a Baby and Johnny thing going on."she teased.
"A what?"Dad asked, clearly confused.
"Dirty Dancing.Where have you been?"Mom answered.
"You are warped."I told her.
"It's true!"she protested."It's exactly true!17 years old,Baby's also 17 years old."
"Oh brother."I rolled my eyes.
"You, the naive picture of innocence, him the not so innocent experienced rather than naive guy that your parents don't approve of."
"You need help.Lots and lots of help.I'm serious, they may have to bring Sigmund Frued back to life to help you."I said.
"You think I'm that special?Aww, that's sweet."
"I am going to get dressed now."I announced.
"Bye Ginger!"she called in a high pitched voice.
"What was that all about?"Dad asked.
She can be so aggravating.Dirty Dancing, ha! It's hardly Dirty Dancing.Baby and Johnny my foot.When I was dressed,I walked back
out into the livingroom."I am ready for coffee."I said.
"Okay, let's go."Mom said as we walked to the door.
I went to reach for the door to open it.
"No!"Mom shouted.
I jumped."What?"I ask alarmed.
"A lady NEVER opens a door."se said.
"Oh my gosh, you scared me half to death to mock me?"
"What's wrong with you child?Were you raised in a barn?"she asked.
"Close."I smiled,"A tool shed."
"But a very classy tool shed."she said.
"Agreed."
"I mean, next thing you know, you'll be milking a cow in the kitchen, and square-dancing.Oh!"she said, pretending it was pure coincidence,"Speaking of dancing..."
"Mom, we've been over this a million times."
"What in the heck am I missing?"Dad asked.
"Did you not see Fred and Ginger yesterday?"Mom asked.
"Mom,come on."
"That guy she danced with?"he questioned.
"That's the one.And he finally gets it."Mom said.
"Don't let her put ideas in your head."I said to him."And Mom,you need to stop."
"Why?"she asked.
"Because, Jess is probably at Luke's, and I'm not going to go in there with you if you're going to torture me,so good luck getting
coffee."I said to her.
"Oh fine."she pouted.
Soon,we were at Luke's.We walked in.Luke was yelling about something,and Jess was looking slightly amused as he nodded.
We sat at the counter."I'm serious Jess!"Luke complained as he stormed over to us."This is not funny!"Then he reached us.
"Hey, I need coffee."Mom said.
"No."Luke said.
"Luke."She whined."I need coffee."she repeated.
"And I need peace and quiet, good luck."and with that he stomped off to take an order.
"What did you do this time?"I asked Jess as he walked over to our part of the counter.
Luke could be heard behind us mumbling something about fire alarms.
"Just another thing to drive Luke crazy."he replied.
"Well at least your heart's in the right place."I said with a very small smile.
Luke came back around the counter."Luke,coffee."Mom tried again.
"No."he replied."He pulled the fire alarms."Luke told me.
"At school."Jess specified, as Luke disappears into the kitchen.
"You pulled the fire alarms?"I asked.
"Yep."
I stifled my smile,"That's not good."I said trying to keep a smile from coming.
"Actually it was kind of funny."he said.
"When I was in elementary school they used to tell us that if we pulled the fire alarms, that we'd get arrested."I told him.
"Want me to let you in on a little secret?"
"What's that?"I asked.
"They lied."he said as he poured me a cup of coffee,smirked,and told Luke he was going out.
Mom AND Dad were staring at me now with tiny smiles.
"What?"I asked.I rolled my eyes after a moment of them just staring with these strange grins on their faces.I went back to my coffee."It was just a dance."I finally said.
"Uh huh.Well I guess not all of us are lucky enough to get coffee."Mom pouted.
"Well, if you wouldn't have tortured me all morning, I'd share mine."I smirked and took a sip of my coffee."Mmm."
"Dean, we have a problem."Mom said to no one in particular.
A/N:I'm counting on all of you to tell me if I should go on with this story, or if you hate it,or if you love it,or if you think that I should
end it here,and I honestly will listen to you guys!! As an example,I continued this story because you wanted me to!! I love you
all and value your opinions!! So please review and tell me what you think!!Thank you!
