Chapter 9: Scared Stiff
Rory rummaged through her closet and grabbed the down comforter and the Dean box and went outside on the balcony. She didn't bring it outside for her and Dean to go through, but just remember good times when they were together. She went outside and draped the comforter around her. She wasn't cold, but she wanted some security.
"Happy Birthday," said a voice.
There was Dean, sitting exactly where she had seen him the first night she moved in. Except, this time, he wasn't drinking anything. She sat there staring at her.
"Thank you," said Rory.
"Did you eat yet?" asked Dean.
"No. But, I'm really hungry."
"I was just about to have something to eat out here. You want some?"
Dean brought out two slices of pizza on nice plates. One of them had a small candle in them. He handed that slice to Rory. She was touched.
"Thanks," said Rory, blowing out the candle and removing it. "This is sweet. You even made it look fancy with the plate."
"Want something to drink?" asked Dean.
"Don't tell me you have wine in there."
"I don't drink that."
"Good. Me neither. Can I have lemonade again?"
Dean reached inside his window and threw her a bottle of lemonade.
"How did you know I wanted that?" asked Rory.
"I didn't," said Dean. "I was going to give it to you anyway."
They finished eating and Rory put the Dean box right in front of her.
"What's that?" asked Dean.
"I call it the 'Dean Box,'" said Rory.
"The Dean Box?"
"It has momentos I kept from when we were dating."
"That wasn't dating. It was a relationship."
"My mom said that, too, but you both are wrong. I mean, it started out relationship-like, but we went on a few dates so we were dating."
"You win. So why do you have it out here?"
"I was going to go through it. You want to do it with me?"
"Sure."
The first item Rory took out was her blue dress from the winter formal.
"That was a fun night," said Dean.
"Yeah, it was," said Rory. "Until we woke up in Miss Patty's Dance Studio."
"That was the only bad part," said Dean. "The rest was great."
"Yeah," said Rory, putting the dress away and pulling out a box of cornstarch. She smiled as she recalled the memory of how the cornstarch had come to be in her possession.
"Why do you have a box of cornstarch?" Dean asked.
"It's from our first kiss," Rory answered.
"How does a box of cornstarch link to our first kiss?"
"When you kissed me, I was holding the cornstarch. I didn't know I was still holding it until after I ran out after saying thank you. God, I still kick myself for saying that."
"I thought it was cute. I can't believe you held on to a box of cornstarch all these years."
"I know."
"YOU STUPID JACKASS!" yelled a lady down there. "IT SAYS NO TURN ON RED!"
"DON'T CALL ME A STUPID JACKASS!" yelled another lady. "AND IT SAYS NO TURN ON RED ON A SCHOOL NIGHT!"
"I want to try something," said Rory, getting up and sticking her head towards the street.
"HEY!" she yelled, trying to make her voice sound like an old lady's. "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"
"PISS OFF YOU OLD BITCH!" yelled the first lady.
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG LADY!" Rory yelled. "YOU KEEP YELLING I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
"FUCK YOU!" yelled the second lady.
Rory and Dean sat down cracking up as the women continued in their fight. Rory rummaged through the box again and pulled out the leather bracelet that he made for her.
"I had a hard time putting this in the box," said Rory. "I wore it all the time."
Dean took it and examined it. "I remember making this for you," he said, handing it back to her. "Oh, wait."
He reached into his room and pulled out a box wrapped in silver wrapping paper. He handed it to Rory. Rory opened it. Inside was a bracelet identical to the one she already had, but it had her initials engraved in it.
"Thank you," she said, touched and putting on the bracelet. She stared at him. He stared back. She saw sparks in his eyes.
He's right there, said a voice in her head. Kiss him. But, suddenly she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Images of him breaking up with her for the first time, the Stars Hollow Dance Marathon, and when Jess moved to town. Fear over took her. Without thinking she ripped off the bracelet and handed it back to him.
"Rory what-" Dean started off.
"I'm sorry," Rory interrupted. "I have to go in. I need to go to sleep."
"But, Rory-"
"I'm sorry. Thank you."
"What's wrong?"
"I.um.feel sick. I should go inside. Thank you."
She felt sick as she climbed into her bedroom window. She ran to the bathroom and emptied her insides out. What are you afraid of? A voice in her head thought. You still love him. Go outside. Tell him. But, Rory couldn't. She didn't know what to do. She wanted him back, but she didn't want it to end. But, they broke up twice. How did she know it wasn't going to end in a much worse way than last time? They probably weren't meant to be. Besides, thought Rory. Even if we were meant to be, wouldn't we still be together?
To Be Continued.
A/N: Someone suggested to have her freak out. There it is. I don't know why I did that. Oh, yes I do. I try to please everyone. It's a bad trait. HELP ME! Anyways, chapter 9 is coming soon.
Rory rummaged through her closet and grabbed the down comforter and the Dean box and went outside on the balcony. She didn't bring it outside for her and Dean to go through, but just remember good times when they were together. She went outside and draped the comforter around her. She wasn't cold, but she wanted some security.
"Happy Birthday," said a voice.
There was Dean, sitting exactly where she had seen him the first night she moved in. Except, this time, he wasn't drinking anything. She sat there staring at her.
"Thank you," said Rory.
"Did you eat yet?" asked Dean.
"No. But, I'm really hungry."
"I was just about to have something to eat out here. You want some?"
Dean brought out two slices of pizza on nice plates. One of them had a small candle in them. He handed that slice to Rory. She was touched.
"Thanks," said Rory, blowing out the candle and removing it. "This is sweet. You even made it look fancy with the plate."
"Want something to drink?" asked Dean.
"Don't tell me you have wine in there."
"I don't drink that."
"Good. Me neither. Can I have lemonade again?"
Dean reached inside his window and threw her a bottle of lemonade.
"How did you know I wanted that?" asked Rory.
"I didn't," said Dean. "I was going to give it to you anyway."
They finished eating and Rory put the Dean box right in front of her.
"What's that?" asked Dean.
"I call it the 'Dean Box,'" said Rory.
"The Dean Box?"
"It has momentos I kept from when we were dating."
"That wasn't dating. It was a relationship."
"My mom said that, too, but you both are wrong. I mean, it started out relationship-like, but we went on a few dates so we were dating."
"You win. So why do you have it out here?"
"I was going to go through it. You want to do it with me?"
"Sure."
The first item Rory took out was her blue dress from the winter formal.
"That was a fun night," said Dean.
"Yeah, it was," said Rory. "Until we woke up in Miss Patty's Dance Studio."
"That was the only bad part," said Dean. "The rest was great."
"Yeah," said Rory, putting the dress away and pulling out a box of cornstarch. She smiled as she recalled the memory of how the cornstarch had come to be in her possession.
"Why do you have a box of cornstarch?" Dean asked.
"It's from our first kiss," Rory answered.
"How does a box of cornstarch link to our first kiss?"
"When you kissed me, I was holding the cornstarch. I didn't know I was still holding it until after I ran out after saying thank you. God, I still kick myself for saying that."
"I thought it was cute. I can't believe you held on to a box of cornstarch all these years."
"I know."
"YOU STUPID JACKASS!" yelled a lady down there. "IT SAYS NO TURN ON RED!"
"DON'T CALL ME A STUPID JACKASS!" yelled another lady. "AND IT SAYS NO TURN ON RED ON A SCHOOL NIGHT!"
"I want to try something," said Rory, getting up and sticking her head towards the street.
"HEY!" she yelled, trying to make her voice sound like an old lady's. "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"
"PISS OFF YOU OLD BITCH!" yelled the first lady.
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG LADY!" Rory yelled. "YOU KEEP YELLING I'LL CALL THE POLICE!"
"FUCK YOU!" yelled the second lady.
Rory and Dean sat down cracking up as the women continued in their fight. Rory rummaged through the box again and pulled out the leather bracelet that he made for her.
"I had a hard time putting this in the box," said Rory. "I wore it all the time."
Dean took it and examined it. "I remember making this for you," he said, handing it back to her. "Oh, wait."
He reached into his room and pulled out a box wrapped in silver wrapping paper. He handed it to Rory. Rory opened it. Inside was a bracelet identical to the one she already had, but it had her initials engraved in it.
"Thank you," she said, touched and putting on the bracelet. She stared at him. He stared back. She saw sparks in his eyes.
He's right there, said a voice in her head. Kiss him. But, suddenly she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Images of him breaking up with her for the first time, the Stars Hollow Dance Marathon, and when Jess moved to town. Fear over took her. Without thinking she ripped off the bracelet and handed it back to him.
"Rory what-" Dean started off.
"I'm sorry," Rory interrupted. "I have to go in. I need to go to sleep."
"But, Rory-"
"I'm sorry. Thank you."
"What's wrong?"
"I.um.feel sick. I should go inside. Thank you."
She felt sick as she climbed into her bedroom window. She ran to the bathroom and emptied her insides out. What are you afraid of? A voice in her head thought. You still love him. Go outside. Tell him. But, Rory couldn't. She didn't know what to do. She wanted him back, but she didn't want it to end. But, they broke up twice. How did she know it wasn't going to end in a much worse way than last time? They probably weren't meant to be. Besides, thought Rory. Even if we were meant to be, wouldn't we still be together?
To Be Continued.
A/N: Someone suggested to have her freak out. There it is. I don't know why I did that. Oh, yes I do. I try to please everyone. It's a bad trait. HELP ME! Anyways, chapter 9 is coming soon.