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Chapter 5: Too Many Drinks
When her classes were over and after she had established that Dean that he was going to pick her up at her room, Rory caught Drew sitting on the bench where they first met.
"Rory, we have to talk," said Drew.
"Okay," said Rory.
"You can't see Dean anymore," said Drew.
Rory was appalled. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. He was forbidding her to see Dean? This guy had issue.
"Excuse me?" said Rory. "You could not have told me I'm not allowed to see Dean anymore."
"I said you can't see him," said Drew. "But, if you want to translate it, yes that's what I'm saying."
"Where do you come off?" said Rory, angrily. "I can hang out with whoever I want without your permission."
"Jess told you the exact same thing, I'm sure," said Drew, angrily.
"Jess never had a problem with my hanging out with Dean," said Rory, fuming. "He didn't like it at first, but he never had a problem with it afterwards."
"Yeah, well I have a problem," said Drew, angry still. "You're not seeing him tonight or any night or anytime."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"YES I AM!" yelled Rory. "YES I AM! YES I AM! YES I AM! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHO TO BE FRIENDS WITH! DEAN AND I ARE VERY GOOD FRIENDS! I NEED A BOYFRIEND WHO CAN UNDERSTAND THAT!"
"WELL, FIND ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND ANYMORE!" yelled Drew.
"What?" said Rory, calming down.
"YEAH!" continued Drew. "IT'S OVER! I CAN'T TAKE THIS! YOU'RE INTO HIM AGAIN AND HE'S INTO YOU AGAIN! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! SO YOU AND HIM CAN GET TOGETHER BECAUSE I'M WALKING OUT OF YOUR LIFE FOREVER!"
Those were similar to the words Dean had said to her at the Dance Marathon. Rory felt really bad. She couldn't believe this. Rory could see Drew's eyes watering up. Just seeing him like really made her feel bad.
"I have to go," said Drew, getting up.
"Drew?" said Rory.
Drew turned around. His tears were so visible they looked like they were going to overflow. This killed Rory inside.
"I just wanted you to know," said Rory. "You were a great boyfriend. You were just as great as he was and better than Jess. I'm really going to miss you very much."
Rory had said those words to Dean, too. But, both times she said them she meant them.
"I'm going to miss you, too," said Drew. "I don't think I'll ever find someone as great as you. I never got this worked up before, but I really thought we had something. I thought we were soul mates, but I guess I was wrong."
"You think, when you're not mad at me, that we can move on and be friends?" asked Rory.
"Yeah," said Drew, another tear trickling down his cheek. "But I need to calm down now."
Rory watched him walk off. He looked like a mess. Rory went into her room and shut the door. She only felt one emotion. Guilt. He had thought they were soul mates. She had hurt him where it hurts. Rory had never felt so guilty in her life. Then Paris walked in.
"You're not going to believe this," said Paris. "Drew just threw himself at a car."
"WHAT?" Rory was mortified. "Is he okay?"
"He's a little bruised, but he's fine," said Paris.
"Oh, my god," said Rory, putting the pillow over her head. "In my next life, I'm coming back as a Dung Beetle."
"Why?" asked Paris.
"We just broke up," said Rory. "He got insanely jealous of my hanging out with Dean and then it just ended right there."
"He's so immature," said Paris, looking at her watch. "Oh, got to go. Jamie and I are going out to dinner."
Rory sat in the common room staring at the wall when there was a knock on the door. Rory answered it. It was Dean.
"You ready?" asked Dean.
"Yeah," said Rory.
"I'm finalizing my divorce tomorrow," said Dean, as they walked to Dean's car.
"Good luck," said Rory.
"Thanks," said Dean.
"I called my mom and she and Luke are going to drive my car home," said Rory. "You mind giving me a ride home?"
"Sure," said Dean.
Rory was silent for a few minutes.
"Rory, what's going on?" asked Dean.
"Drew and I broke up," said Rory.
"I'm sorry," said Dean.
"It's okay," said Rory. "I didn't really love him, but I feel guilty. After we broke things off he threw himself at a car. He's bruised up. I just feel bad."
"Why did you break up?" asked Dean.
"He thinks I want to be with you instead of him," said Rory. "He was insanely jealous."
"He shouldn't be," said Dean.
"No offense," said Rory. "But, I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Okay," said Dean.
They ate at a Mexican restaurant. Rory wanted to try a margarita. Dean told her not to because it was an alcoholic drink and once she drank it, she would just want more and more. He knew because he had had the same experience at his bachelor party and when he first drank beer. Rory had eaten a chicken quesadilla and Dean had a veggie burrito. After that Rory drank seven margaritas (because she thought they were the best thing she had ever tasted) and was drunk. Dean decided to take her home.
"What's wrong with me?" asked Rory, drunkenly.
"Right now?" said Dean. "You drank seven margaritas and you're loaded with alcohol."
"No," said Rory. "I mean, I can't keep a steady relationship."
"That doesn't have to do with you," said Dean, pulling into her driveway.
They sat in the car for a moment in silence.
"Ya'know," said Rory, drunkenly. "I messed up the best relationship I ever had. Ours. I mean, you treated me like a gentleman and I screwed it up to go after Jess who had nothing on his mind, but sex."
Rory leaned over. Hers and Dean's faces were very close.
"You look good tonight," said Rory, drunkenly. "Very hot. Very sexy."
Before Dean could respond, Rory kissed him. Finally they pulled away.
"Uh, I better get you inside," said Dean. He got out of the car and opened Rory's door. She took a step out of the car and fell down. Dean helped her up, slung her arm around his shoulder and helped her walk to the door.
"Margaritas are good," said Rory, drunkenly. "Gotta get more of those right now."
"No," said Dean, knocking on the door. "You need to get some sleep."
Lorelei answered the door and looked at Rory and then at Dean.
"We went to a Mexican restaurant," Dean quickly explained to her. "She wanted a margarita. I told her not and she drank seven. I swear I did not give them to her."
"It's okay, Dean," said Lorelei. "I remembered when I first had a margarita. I drank seven as well. Like mother like daughter."
Lorelei put Rory's arm over her shoulder. Dean said good-bye and went away.
"What a man," said Rory. "What a man. What a man. What a mighty good man."
Then she burst into tears. Lorelei helped her into her bedroom.
"His hair is beautiful," sobbed Rory. "And, oh my god, I've never seen him with his shirt off, but I want to."
Lorelei knew it was just the alcohol talking. She helped Rory get undressed.
"He's such a gentleman," sobbed Rory. "He treated me like a lady. He made me a car. He took me to the debutant ball. He's done a lot of things for me."
Once Lorelei got Rory into her pajamas, she put Rory into her bed.
"Honey," said Lorelei. "Go to sleep."
"What did I do?" rambled on Rory, through tears. "I left him for Jess. The guy who treated me like crap and ran off. I love Dean so much. I screw up everything. It's all my fault. I miss him so much. I love him. But, he's not coming back and it's all my fault."
Rory fell asleep with the last line. Lorelei left a garbage pail by her bed and kissed the top of her head and then left the room. Luke had told her about the things Dean had said when he was drunk on the night of his bachelor party. Now Lorelei knew Rory felt the same way. Alcohol sometimes brought out the truth.
A/N: My mom told me that alcohol makes the truth come out. Well, here is another chapter. I know Rory wouldn't drink, but I wanted to make it a little dramatic. Anyway, Chapter 6: The Truth is coming soon.
Chapter 5: Too Many Drinks
When her classes were over and after she had established that Dean that he was going to pick her up at her room, Rory caught Drew sitting on the bench where they first met.
"Rory, we have to talk," said Drew.
"Okay," said Rory.
"You can't see Dean anymore," said Drew.
Rory was appalled. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. He was forbidding her to see Dean? This guy had issue.
"Excuse me?" said Rory. "You could not have told me I'm not allowed to see Dean anymore."
"I said you can't see him," said Drew. "But, if you want to translate it, yes that's what I'm saying."
"Where do you come off?" said Rory, angrily. "I can hang out with whoever I want without your permission."
"Jess told you the exact same thing, I'm sure," said Drew, angrily.
"Jess never had a problem with my hanging out with Dean," said Rory, fuming. "He didn't like it at first, but he never had a problem with it afterwards."
"Yeah, well I have a problem," said Drew, angry still. "You're not seeing him tonight or any night or anytime."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"YES I AM!" yelled Rory. "YES I AM! YES I AM! YES I AM! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHO TO BE FRIENDS WITH! DEAN AND I ARE VERY GOOD FRIENDS! I NEED A BOYFRIEND WHO CAN UNDERSTAND THAT!"
"WELL, FIND ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND ANYMORE!" yelled Drew.
"What?" said Rory, calming down.
"YEAH!" continued Drew. "IT'S OVER! I CAN'T TAKE THIS! YOU'RE INTO HIM AGAIN AND HE'S INTO YOU AGAIN! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! SO YOU AND HIM CAN GET TOGETHER BECAUSE I'M WALKING OUT OF YOUR LIFE FOREVER!"
Those were similar to the words Dean had said to her at the Dance Marathon. Rory felt really bad. She couldn't believe this. Rory could see Drew's eyes watering up. Just seeing him like really made her feel bad.
"I have to go," said Drew, getting up.
"Drew?" said Rory.
Drew turned around. His tears were so visible they looked like they were going to overflow. This killed Rory inside.
"I just wanted you to know," said Rory. "You were a great boyfriend. You were just as great as he was and better than Jess. I'm really going to miss you very much."
Rory had said those words to Dean, too. But, both times she said them she meant them.
"I'm going to miss you, too," said Drew. "I don't think I'll ever find someone as great as you. I never got this worked up before, but I really thought we had something. I thought we were soul mates, but I guess I was wrong."
"You think, when you're not mad at me, that we can move on and be friends?" asked Rory.
"Yeah," said Drew, another tear trickling down his cheek. "But I need to calm down now."
Rory watched him walk off. He looked like a mess. Rory went into her room and shut the door. She only felt one emotion. Guilt. He had thought they were soul mates. She had hurt him where it hurts. Rory had never felt so guilty in her life. Then Paris walked in.
"You're not going to believe this," said Paris. "Drew just threw himself at a car."
"WHAT?" Rory was mortified. "Is he okay?"
"He's a little bruised, but he's fine," said Paris.
"Oh, my god," said Rory, putting the pillow over her head. "In my next life, I'm coming back as a Dung Beetle."
"Why?" asked Paris.
"We just broke up," said Rory. "He got insanely jealous of my hanging out with Dean and then it just ended right there."
"He's so immature," said Paris, looking at her watch. "Oh, got to go. Jamie and I are going out to dinner."
Rory sat in the common room staring at the wall when there was a knock on the door. Rory answered it. It was Dean.
"You ready?" asked Dean.
"Yeah," said Rory.
"I'm finalizing my divorce tomorrow," said Dean, as they walked to Dean's car.
"Good luck," said Rory.
"Thanks," said Dean.
"I called my mom and she and Luke are going to drive my car home," said Rory. "You mind giving me a ride home?"
"Sure," said Dean.
Rory was silent for a few minutes.
"Rory, what's going on?" asked Dean.
"Drew and I broke up," said Rory.
"I'm sorry," said Dean.
"It's okay," said Rory. "I didn't really love him, but I feel guilty. After we broke things off he threw himself at a car. He's bruised up. I just feel bad."
"Why did you break up?" asked Dean.
"He thinks I want to be with you instead of him," said Rory. "He was insanely jealous."
"He shouldn't be," said Dean.
"No offense," said Rory. "But, I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Okay," said Dean.
They ate at a Mexican restaurant. Rory wanted to try a margarita. Dean told her not to because it was an alcoholic drink and once she drank it, she would just want more and more. He knew because he had had the same experience at his bachelor party and when he first drank beer. Rory had eaten a chicken quesadilla and Dean had a veggie burrito. After that Rory drank seven margaritas (because she thought they were the best thing she had ever tasted) and was drunk. Dean decided to take her home.
"What's wrong with me?" asked Rory, drunkenly.
"Right now?" said Dean. "You drank seven margaritas and you're loaded with alcohol."
"No," said Rory. "I mean, I can't keep a steady relationship."
"That doesn't have to do with you," said Dean, pulling into her driveway.
They sat in the car for a moment in silence.
"Ya'know," said Rory, drunkenly. "I messed up the best relationship I ever had. Ours. I mean, you treated me like a gentleman and I screwed it up to go after Jess who had nothing on his mind, but sex."
Rory leaned over. Hers and Dean's faces were very close.
"You look good tonight," said Rory, drunkenly. "Very hot. Very sexy."
Before Dean could respond, Rory kissed him. Finally they pulled away.
"Uh, I better get you inside," said Dean. He got out of the car and opened Rory's door. She took a step out of the car and fell down. Dean helped her up, slung her arm around his shoulder and helped her walk to the door.
"Margaritas are good," said Rory, drunkenly. "Gotta get more of those right now."
"No," said Dean, knocking on the door. "You need to get some sleep."
Lorelei answered the door and looked at Rory and then at Dean.
"We went to a Mexican restaurant," Dean quickly explained to her. "She wanted a margarita. I told her not and she drank seven. I swear I did not give them to her."
"It's okay, Dean," said Lorelei. "I remembered when I first had a margarita. I drank seven as well. Like mother like daughter."
Lorelei put Rory's arm over her shoulder. Dean said good-bye and went away.
"What a man," said Rory. "What a man. What a man. What a mighty good man."
Then she burst into tears. Lorelei helped her into her bedroom.
"His hair is beautiful," sobbed Rory. "And, oh my god, I've never seen him with his shirt off, but I want to."
Lorelei knew it was just the alcohol talking. She helped Rory get undressed.
"He's such a gentleman," sobbed Rory. "He treated me like a lady. He made me a car. He took me to the debutant ball. He's done a lot of things for me."
Once Lorelei got Rory into her pajamas, she put Rory into her bed.
"Honey," said Lorelei. "Go to sleep."
"What did I do?" rambled on Rory, through tears. "I left him for Jess. The guy who treated me like crap and ran off. I love Dean so much. I screw up everything. It's all my fault. I miss him so much. I love him. But, he's not coming back and it's all my fault."
Rory fell asleep with the last line. Lorelei left a garbage pail by her bed and kissed the top of her head and then left the room. Luke had told her about the things Dean had said when he was drunk on the night of his bachelor party. Now Lorelei knew Rory felt the same way. Alcohol sometimes brought out the truth.
A/N: My mom told me that alcohol makes the truth come out. Well, here is another chapter. I know Rory wouldn't drink, but I wanted to make it a little dramatic. Anyway, Chapter 6: The Truth is coming soon.