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We sat there for a few minutes and Mom still couldn't get coffee."Rory," she whined.

"No."I answered.

"Just one little sip?One sip can't hurt."

"So, who's this Jess guy?"Dad asked.I thought this subject was over.

"He's new in Stars Hollow."I replied,hoping I could get it dropped again.

"Yeah, and he's quite the-"

I cut Mom off,"You can have one sip."

"I'll love you forever!"she grabbed my cup.She took a big long sip.Then her eyes got huge and she put
the cup down as she stared at the door.

"What?"I asked her.

"Dean!"she called.

"What about-"I turned and saw Dean now standing beside me,"Oh my gosh!"

"Hey."he frowned.His arm was in a sling.

"Please tell me that you are playing doctor with Clara."I said.

"I wish I were."

"Dress up?"I grimaced.

"'Fraid not."

"What happened?"Mom wanted to know.

"I broke my arm."he said.

"That would explain the sling."Mom said.

"Your arm can't be broken.I need that arm!"I said.

"I know.If I thought I could take it off and let you take it,I would,but I can't."

"I need them both.And a person connected!"I starting to get frantic.

"I'm so sorry."he apologized.

"Oh no.Now what?"I asked no one in particular,this was open to anyone with an answer.

"I don't know."Mom said."You can't go without your escort.It'd look a little strange walking arm in arm
with yourself.Then there's the dancing."she pointed out.

"Oh God,the dancing."I frowned."That took forever to learn,there's no way that I can find somebody
and teach them to dance,which we would most likely have to because most people aren't born with the ballroom
dancing DNA.I can't do that all before the ball!And who-?"I stopped myself.I think I'm getting an idea.

"What?"Mom asked.

"I have an idea."I said slowly,contemplating if it would work.

"Which would involve...?"Mom shook her head slightly.

"Well,I need a person,a guy,who can dance."

"What about Jess?"Dad asked.

Mom glared at him,Dean looked at me.

"That was exactly my idea."I said.

"On second thought,ya know,we could just take my arm out of the sling for a few minutes."Dean said.

"Very funny."I said.

"Any other idea.Really any other idea whatsoever."Dean said.

"Don't have one."I said.

"You have friends,any friends?Really any?Or friend's brothers?" he continued.

"Yeah,or friend's second cousins.Or,uh,someone from school?People at Chilton might know how to
dance."Mom joined in."As a matter of fact,I'm sure they would.Right Chris?"she said trying to get him too.

"I thought she didn't really socialize with the Chilton kids."he said.

"Bah humbug!If you're not on our side,don't speak."Mom said.

"I was just answering you."he said.

"What other choice do I have?"I asked,knowing I really didn't have one.

Mom mock-banged her head on the counter."Think,think,think!"

"Mom,there's no reason to get that dramatic."I said.

"Want me to let you in on a little secret?"she reminded me.

"Not here not now."I said.

"What?"Dean asked lost.

"Mom,I have to ask him."I said.

"He's not the tails and white glove type.Hey!Ask Mickey Mouse!He's already got both!"Mom smiled.

"Hilarious."I said flatly."But I somehow doubt he's going to come to life and go to a ball."

"Darn it!"she frowned.

"I'm asking."she still frowned."Don't do that."

"Why not?"she pouted.

"It uses too many muscles."I said,smiling.

"I'm in the mood for a good workout."she quipped.

"Isn't there any other option?"Dean asked.

"Why are you so against this?"I asked him."I'm in a jam here."

"I just didn't like him."he said.

"You've never met him.How could you know that?"I asked.

"I got a Hell of a first impression."he replied.

"Yeah,first impressions are definitely not his strong suit."Mom added.

"Look,I don't even know if he'll do this.But it's not like I have a lot of options here."I said.

"How about Neil Young?Maybe he's available."Dean half joked.

"Not likely."I said.

"What if he says no?"Dean asked.

"Which he most likely will."Mom added.

"Then what?Who'll take you then?"Dean asked.

"Well,how're you gonna know unless you ask?"Dad asked.

"You.Not helping."Mom pointed.Luke was passing,"Ooh,coffee!"

"No."he said again.

"No fair,Jess gives Rory coffee."Mom pouted.

"Yeah right."Luke said.

"He did,and,he said you'd give me some."she lied.

"Do I look stupid enough to believe that?"he said as he walked off.

"Pleeease!?"she called.

"Back to problem at hand."Dad said.

"Baby needs a Johnny."Mom sighed.

"What?"Dean asked.

"Yeah I didn't get that the first time either."Dad said.

Mom placed one hand on my shoulder,"Baby Houseman,needs Johnny castle."she pointed to him.

"I thought Jess was Johnny Castle."Dad said referring to our previous Baby/Johnny conversation.

"Well then who'm I?Penny Johnson?"Dean asked.

"Okay,I think we should stop Dirty Dancing analogies."I said.

"He's probably much too busy pulling fire alarms."Mom said.

"People,the clock is ticking.I don't have a lot of time.I need to go find Jess."I said.

"Find Jess?For what?"Luke asked.

I opened my mouth to answer when Mom cut me off."For one cup of coffee,we'll tell you."

He rolled his eyes,"You're getting pathetic."he said as he poured her a cup.

She smiled wide,"Thank you."

"Dean broke his arm.Do you have any idea where Jess might have went?"I asked.

"Call Patrick Swayze,maybe he can come."Mom said.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Luke.

"You're asking me?"he replied.

"That would be a no."I said.

"I never know where that kid goes."he said.

"Well,any idea when he might be home?"I asked.

"Any time between now and about three o' clock."he said.

"This afternoon?"I guessed.

"In the morning."Luke corrected.

"Well,that won't do me any good.Next option,scouring the town."I said.

"What could you possibly need Jess for?"he asked wiping the counter.

"I need his help."I said.

"Not to squish your hope or anything,but I'd say you'd probably have a better chance getting the
abominable snowman to help.He never helps around here."Luke said.

"He poured me coffee."I said.

"You were serious about that?"he asked somewhat surprised."I didn't ask him to help this morning."

Mom started humming 'I've had the Time of My Life'.

"Stop."I said.

"I'm missing something.I probably don't want to know."and he walked away.

"Okay."I took my last sip of coffee."I've gotta go."I said.

"Anyone?Please?Think!"Mom said.

"Sure."I finally decided to get them to let me ask Jess.

"What?You know of someone else?"Mom asked hopefully.

"Yep.And he probably does know how to dance."I nodded.

"My prayers have been answered."Mom looked to the ceiling.

"Who?"Dean asked,also eager to get Jess out of this picture.

I fought a smirk."Tristin."

Dean's mouth fell slightly open.Mom stared in awe."No."Dean finally said.

"Mean trick."Mom agreed.

"Well then,"I shrugged."That leaves me with Jess."I said,smiling innocently.

"Back to the Dean taking the sling off idea."Mom said.

"I'm going to find Jess."I said stubbornly.

"No need."I heard from behind me.

I turned around."Hello."I said.

"Hi."He looked at Dean but didn't say anything,then back to me."So,what were you looking for me for?"

"I need to talk to you,if you have a minute."I said.

"Sure.Wanna go upstairs?"he asked.

Mom looked like she was about to object, so I hopped off the stool."Sure."I said.

She frowned."Does my opinion mean nothing?"she muttered.

I ignored her,and went to follow Jess upstairs.He pulled the curtain aside for me to go up first.

"Thanks."I said as I walked through.

I didn't see this but before stepping inside himself,he noticed and enjoyed the fact that Dean was
glaring at him.Mom was glowering at him too.He smirked and gave a tiny wave to Dean,then came up.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"he asked.

"You're probably going to think I'm insane."I forewarned.

"Duly noted."

"Really really insane,you'll probably want to have me commited."

"Okay."

"I'm not exaggerating."

He smirked,as we sat down on the couch."Okay,you're crazy,go on."

"Actually, it's more a favor."I clarified,"A really big favor."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a procrastinator?"

"Actually no."

"Okay,well what is the big favor?"he asked.

"Well,I don't know if you noticed,but Dean's arm's broken."I started.

"That sucks."he didn't sound very sincere.

"Yes,well,I kind of needed the arms.Both of them,and now only one works."

"Uh huh."

"And I really really need someone else.Tonight."I said.

"Someone else for...?"

"This is where the insanity thing comes in."

"Got the insane asylum on speed dial."

"There's this thing,that I kind of promised to do for my grandma,"I started.

"Build a house?"he teased.I smiled.

"No,there's this...don't think Disney."

"Okay,now I'm scared."

"There's this ball."

"You're kidding,right?"he said after a second.

"No."

"Back to building a house."he said.

"I told you you'd think I was crazy."

"Why-what exactly did you want me to do about it?"

"Well,I need an escort,to walk with me,and one dance..."I sort of squinted,realizing that this was a lot
to ask of a guy that I barely knew.I keep forgetting that last part,it seems like I know him well.

He must be thinking I've lost my mind."A ball?Like Cinderella?"he fought a smile.

"No,I said NOT to think Disney,I'm sure it's absolutely nothing like that."

"Then think The Brothers Grimm. Either way,same ball."

"Good point."I said,but then continued on my tirade."But I really need an escort,and Dean's obviously
not going to be able to do that."

"And he's okay with me being your escort?"he asked with a crooked smile.Cute!Stop it.

"Okay is such a...generous term.But I really need help and it's tonight.I can't go without an escort."

"Call an escort service."he smirked.

"I'm serious."

"You are crazy."

"I know,but in all fairness I told you that."I pointed out.

"I'm not exactly the ball type."he said.

"I'm prepared to beg."I said.

He almost smiled but,being him,he had to stifle it."Don't you have someone else you could ask?"

"Yeah...but I don't want to ask him."

"Why not?"

"I just don't."

"Is he the ball type?"

"I don't know,despite the fact that he pretty much is,I just can't exactly see him as Prince Charming."

"But you can see me as Prince Charming?"it was sort of a question and a statement.

I blushed,didn't see that one coming.

He just smirked at the fact that I blushed."Suppose I went completely insane,I'm talking certifiably,
because if I were to agree to this,I would have to be crazy."

"'Kay,supposing."

"What exactly is this ball thing?"

"Well,it's a debutante ball,and while yes it seems stupid,it means a lot to my grandma and she really wants me to do it and I already agreed,and now Dean can't be my escort and I need one by tonight and if you
won't do it there's no doubt in my mind that she'll make me ask Tristin."I rambled.

He raised his eyebrows,"That was the world's longest run-on sentence."

"Sorry."

"It's fine.Why me?"he asked.

"Because,I like you better than Tristin,I need an escort or I'll have to try to convince people that
my boyfriend is a ghost,and you know how to dance."

"So,when you say ball,you mean like a tux and dress,and a few little friendly mice?"

"Yes to the first two,I think we could leave the mice home."

"I can't believe I'm even considering this."he shook his head.

"There's just one thing you didn't list..."I said.

"Which is...?"he asked.

"Well,there are...gloves."I grimaced.

"You're talking about on you,right?"

"Me too."

"Okay,no way."

"Please?"

"I am definitely not a glove person.I don't even wear gloves in the winter."

"I'm begging!Pleeease?I will do something for you."I said.

"Like...?"

"I don't know.Work with me here.Um,the diner,aren't you supposed to work in the diner?"

"Yes."

"Well,I'll work at the diner,if you don't want to do your shifts,I'll do them for you."I offered.

"Gloves."he sighed.

"Gloves."I said just as fatefully.

"And you'll help me in the diner sometimes?"

Help?Cool,I meant I'd completely take over."Yes."I replied eagerly.

He thought for a second."Okay."he finally said.

"Really?"I jumped up excitedly.

"Really."he stood up.

"Thank you,thank you,thank you!"And on reflex or some strange thing in my brain,I hugged him.Yes,I
hugged him.Oh no!Why did I do that?Oh well,too late now.He returned the hug.

"Well,doesn't take much to make you happy,does it?"he teased with a smirk.

I blushed again,I couldn't believe I had just done that."I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this."

"I think I pretty much got the idea."he nodded,referring to the hug.

How embarrassing,why couldn't I control myself?Oh yeah,it was just a dance.I mentally slapped myself.
A/N:I think I'm going to end it here,if I keep going I won't be able to stop because I have so much in my brain
right now.But my mom is bugging me about sharing the computer with her(mine!)so please review!! I'll try to
update soon!!Thank you!Hope you liked it!