Tears – Part 4 [Not again]

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Stari: Hmm I don't really know if this little game between the couple is going to keep up. Depends on my mood and where I want to go with this story (I have no idea where by the way lol).

Flossie: Can't say I'm not scared. Leprechauns are eerie. Except the guy from Lucky Charms. Only choc-chip muffins huh? Dang, don't have those… how about blueberry? 

On with the story…

"And he… and you… and then…" Lorelai doubled over in laughter, as her daughter had just finished explaining the situation to her.

Rory's crossed her arms and groaned, "I feel so guilty… that was so un-Rory like."

"Un-Rory like is right. I can proudly call you my evil daughter."

"I'm not evil."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. You're my evil daughter."

"But if I'm evil, then why do I feel bad."

"Point taken."

Rory smiled smugly. She took the hot mug and gulped down the coffee. Hearing Lorelai gasped, she looked over to her frantic mother. She looked on curiously at her mother's odd behavior.

"Where… where… where's my coffee? Alright," Lorelai stood up and stared at the customers in the diner "Who took it… admit it now and I'll go easy…"

Rory glanced at the cup and turned red. She stifled her laughter.

Lorelai heard Rory's muffled laughter and glared "I take it back… you are evil oh daughter of mine. Oh Luke! Coffee…"

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Rory chewed on her pencil, anxious for the class to end. She felt a tap on her shoulder and groaned. Turning around, she glared at the smiling man. "What?"

He smiled "Just wanted to ask if you had an extra pen."

"No."

"Pencil?"

"No."

"Eraser?"

"No."

"Sharpener?"

"No! Now will you leave me alone? You sit over there" Rory motioned to an empty seat in the back.

He pointed at the teacher working quietly in her desk "Not today I don't… Mrs. Fitzgerald's away… which means I can sit wherever I please."

"And you chose to sit behind me?"

"Correct."

"Why aren't you sitting with Summer?" Rory asked, pointing to the blond girl.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Fine, forget I asked."

"How's the project with Jimmy going?"

"Jamie," she corrected.

"Same thing."

"Fine."

"Good."

"We're working on it tonight actually." Rory mentally slapped herself. What am I doing?

"Oh, that's nice."

"Yeah," Rory replied, playing with the pencil in her hand.

"Looks like we're both busy tonight."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm escorting Summer to a charity… thing at the country club."

"Right. Sounds fun."

"Ditto for your plans also. I'm sure you find studying with Jimmy stimulating."

"He's nice." Rory commented.

"I'm sure he is."

"He is nice," she urged.

"I think we've already established that Jimmy's nice."

"It's Jamie."

He sighed. "Mary, I'm tired of this."

"Of what?"

"This stupid 'game'… if you could even call it that. What do you want from me?"

Rory was shocked. Why is he asking? "You should know."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Why not?"

Rory looked around the classroom. They had been given a free period for homework, but the classroom was filled with laughter and gossip. "… because… I'm not going to tell you. I shouldn't have to tell you."

"I want to get back together," he gulped.

"Then say it," she whispered.

He closed his eyes. He knew what she was asking from him. Could he say it or would he choke once again.

"That's what I want from you," her voice cracked as she continued to whisper. The sound of the bell caused her to jump slightly. Gathering her belongings quickly, she walked swiftly out of the door.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He banged his head against the cold hard wooden desk continuously. "I love you," he whispered… but it was too late. It was then that he realized he was alone in the room. The students were gone. The substitute teacher was gone. And she was gone. He let out a frustrated growl, he had choked once again.

He leaned down, captured her lips and kissed  her deeply.

She smiled and deepened the kiss.

Soon after, they pulled apart, staring at each other intently.

Things had changed. They both knew it.

For the better? They both hoped so.

"So Mary, are you mine now?" he whispered in her ear.

She shivered at the sound of his voice.

She nodded.

"Only if it means that you're mine also," she smiled.

He cracked a smile.

I know, this chapter sucked. I would have the two play the 'game' for a little while longer, but I just came up with a new idea for this story yesterday and would like to do that instead. Lol, I guess the only thing I could tell you is to be patient. Good things are to come.

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- RockerFreak