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A/N: I changed the title of the next chapter
Chapter 2: Lost Key and a Great View
Rory came home from her meeting with her editor. She had a great day. Her editor had told her that they were going to publish her book. Of course she had told her that over the phone, but Rory liked it when news like that was personal. Also, a really cute client of the editor (who was also trying to be a public writer) who was sitting outside with her in her office had asked her out. She had a date tomorrow. When she got home, she searched through her purse, but couldn't find it. Oh, no, Rory thought. I locked myself out.
Rory tried to turn the knob, but the door was locked. She threw her fist on to the door and slid down to the ground. Dean came out of the elevator and saw her sitting on the floor.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I got locked out," Rory answered.
"I know a way you can get back inside."
"You do?"
"Would you be uncomfortable if you went into my apartment?"
"If it'll get me into my apartment."
Rory followed Dean into his apartment. Surprisingly, he kept it neat and clean. Dean took a wooden spoon and went into his bedroom and opened his bedroom window.
"Come on," Dean said, gesturing out the window.
"I am not jumping out that window," said Rory.
"You didn't know there was a fire escape outside?"
"I didn't really notice it."
Rory followed Dean outside on the fire escape. Rory looked to her right and saw a great view of Central Park.
"Wow," said Rory.
"Yeah," said Dean, prying her bedroom window open with the wooden spoon. "It's nice, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"I got it open."
"Now, I have to open my window using a wooden spoon?"
"Or anything around that size that can open your bedroom window."
Rory climbed into her bedroom window and into the living room with Dean on her tail.
"Thanks," said Roy.
"No problem," said Dean. "If you get locked out again, let me know."
"I will," said Rory.
That night Rory heated up a frozen dinner and took it out on the fire escape. She didn't know why, but she wanted to look at the park.
"Come here often?" said a deep voice.
Rory looked over to her right and there was Dean sitting next to her, drinking a soda.
"Hey," she said.
"Couldn't resist the view, huh?" said Dean.
"No," said Rory, taking a bite of her dinner.
"I know. I like sitting out here, too. It's entertaining. Last night, these two women were fighting. It was hilarious."
"Sounds pretty funny."
"HEY! I'M WALKING HERE!" yelled some guy in the street.
A cab driver got out of his car.
"DON'T CROSS THE STREET UNTIL IT SAYS WALK!" yelled the cab driver. "CAN'T YOU READ!?"
Rory and Dean laughed they continued to yell at each other.
"You're right it is entertaining," said Rory.
"So, um, you want to do this again tomorrow night?" Dean asked.
"I'd love to," said Rory, but then she remembered that her date was tomorrow night. "Oh, but I can't."
"Why not?"
"I have a date."
"Oh."
"I can do this after my date."
"Okay. Let me know when you get back."
"Okay."
Rory suddenly didn't want to go on the date, but she felt obligated to go. But, something inside told her that the date she was going to go on was not going to go well.
How will the date go? To Be Continued.
A/N: If you think you have an idea about what's going to happen, DON'T SAY IT PLEASE! I've actually been in that lost key situation and my dad's neighbor used a wooden spoon to pry open the window. I've never done the fire escape thing, though. Chapter 3: Unexpected Twist is coming soon.
A/N: I changed the title of the next chapter
Chapter 2: Lost Key and a Great View
Rory came home from her meeting with her editor. She had a great day. Her editor had told her that they were going to publish her book. Of course she had told her that over the phone, but Rory liked it when news like that was personal. Also, a really cute client of the editor (who was also trying to be a public writer) who was sitting outside with her in her office had asked her out. She had a date tomorrow. When she got home, she searched through her purse, but couldn't find it. Oh, no, Rory thought. I locked myself out.
Rory tried to turn the knob, but the door was locked. She threw her fist on to the door and slid down to the ground. Dean came out of the elevator and saw her sitting on the floor.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I got locked out," Rory answered.
"I know a way you can get back inside."
"You do?"
"Would you be uncomfortable if you went into my apartment?"
"If it'll get me into my apartment."
Rory followed Dean into his apartment. Surprisingly, he kept it neat and clean. Dean took a wooden spoon and went into his bedroom and opened his bedroom window.
"Come on," Dean said, gesturing out the window.
"I am not jumping out that window," said Rory.
"You didn't know there was a fire escape outside?"
"I didn't really notice it."
Rory followed Dean outside on the fire escape. Rory looked to her right and saw a great view of Central Park.
"Wow," said Rory.
"Yeah," said Dean, prying her bedroom window open with the wooden spoon. "It's nice, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"I got it open."
"Now, I have to open my window using a wooden spoon?"
"Or anything around that size that can open your bedroom window."
Rory climbed into her bedroom window and into the living room with Dean on her tail.
"Thanks," said Roy.
"No problem," said Dean. "If you get locked out again, let me know."
"I will," said Rory.
That night Rory heated up a frozen dinner and took it out on the fire escape. She didn't know why, but she wanted to look at the park.
"Come here often?" said a deep voice.
Rory looked over to her right and there was Dean sitting next to her, drinking a soda.
"Hey," she said.
"Couldn't resist the view, huh?" said Dean.
"No," said Rory, taking a bite of her dinner.
"I know. I like sitting out here, too. It's entertaining. Last night, these two women were fighting. It was hilarious."
"Sounds pretty funny."
"HEY! I'M WALKING HERE!" yelled some guy in the street.
A cab driver got out of his car.
"DON'T CROSS THE STREET UNTIL IT SAYS WALK!" yelled the cab driver. "CAN'T YOU READ!?"
Rory and Dean laughed they continued to yell at each other.
"You're right it is entertaining," said Rory.
"So, um, you want to do this again tomorrow night?" Dean asked.
"I'd love to," said Rory, but then she remembered that her date was tomorrow night. "Oh, but I can't."
"Why not?"
"I have a date."
"Oh."
"I can do this after my date."
"Okay. Let me know when you get back."
"Okay."
Rory suddenly didn't want to go on the date, but she felt obligated to go. But, something inside told her that the date she was going to go on was not going to go well.
How will the date go? To Be Continued.
A/N: If you think you have an idea about what's going to happen, DON'T SAY IT PLEASE! I've actually been in that lost key situation and my dad's neighbor used a wooden spoon to pry open the window. I've never done the fire escape thing, though. Chapter 3: Unexpected Twist is coming soon.