Chapter 11: One More Shot
"Rory!" said a voice.
Rory turned around. Dean was walking towards her. She quickly got up and headed towards the exit, but she didn't get very far. Dean stepped right in front of her blocking the exit.
"We have to talk," he said.
"About," said Rory.
"Sit back down where you were."
"I can't-"
"Fine, I'll talk to you here."
"Dean, I-"
"I know your avoiding me."
"What? I'm not avoiding you."
"Rory, you're a terrible liar. I know your avoiding me. Why? What did I do?"
Rory sighed. What am I doing? She thought. I can't keep running from him like this. I can't avoid him forever. He's my next-door neighbor. I'm just going to have to tell him.
"I have feelings for you again," whispered Rory.
"What?" said Dean. "I didn't hear that."
"I have feelings for you again," said Rory, louder.
"Then, why are you avoiding me? Why did you freak out on me last week? What the hell is going on?"
"I'm scared! There. You happy?"
Rory sat back down on the lawn chair. She buried her face into her hands. She didn't know what to do next. This seemed to be the only rational thing to do. Dean sat down on the chair.
"Why would you be scared?" he asked.
"I don't know," said Rory. "If things were going to happen between us again, I don't want them to end like last time."
"How do you know they would?"
"If we were meant to be, don't you think we would still be together?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. But, we can't tell now."
Rory took her hands away from her face, but she didn't look him in the eye.
"Are you saying we should take one more shot?" she asked.
"Do you want one more shot?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, but what if we-"
"You can't be scared forever. You have to take a shot."
Rory continued to stare at the floor. She didn't know what to say to that. She knew he was right, but she wanted a gurantee.
"Look at me," said Dean, in a comforting tone.
Rory slowly turned her head to face Dean. Rory and Dean slowly leaned in towards each other until their lips touched. Dean's hands went through her hair to the back of her head. Rory slowly put her arms around his shoulders. Finally the pulled away. Dean traced her face with his finger.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked, smiling.
"I have no idea," said Dean.
Rory chuckled. It was good to have him back.
"So, what do you think?" asked Dean. "One more shot?"
"One more shot," said Rory.
They kissed again and then he removed his lips from hers and put his chin on her shoulder and encircled his arms around her waits and Rory did the same. She felt safe and there was heat between the two of them just like before. Now she had it back again.
AT 3:00 A.M
Dean's eyes fluttered open. He didn't know where he was. This isn't my apartment, he thought. He was sitting on a couch different from his. He looked in front of him. Rory was lying against him asleep.
It was all coming back to him now. They had come down from the roof garden and stayed up talking. Dean slowly moved Rory forward so he could get up. When he got up he looked down at her. She looked so peaceful. He slowly leaned down and kissed her cheek. Then he took a blanket and laid it over her. Then he wrote a little note.
Rory,
Don't worry. We stayed up talking and fell asleep. I left at 3:00 a.m. Call me when you wake up. If I'm not home, my work number is: 877-9430.
-Dean.
He quietly shut the door. After all the years (which wasn't very long) of missing her and wishing they were still together, they finally were. He had been waiting and now it finally happened. No words could describe how happy he was now.
A/N: That number is not real so don't call it. By the way, don't tell me I was too dramatic and mushy. It's a bad habit. I'm dramatic. Ask my friends and family. I didn't do the "I love yous". How was "I have feelings for you?" Don't answer that. LOL. Okay. There's an epilogue coming up.
"Rory!" said a voice.
Rory turned around. Dean was walking towards her. She quickly got up and headed towards the exit, but she didn't get very far. Dean stepped right in front of her blocking the exit.
"We have to talk," he said.
"About," said Rory.
"Sit back down where you were."
"I can't-"
"Fine, I'll talk to you here."
"Dean, I-"
"I know your avoiding me."
"What? I'm not avoiding you."
"Rory, you're a terrible liar. I know your avoiding me. Why? What did I do?"
Rory sighed. What am I doing? She thought. I can't keep running from him like this. I can't avoid him forever. He's my next-door neighbor. I'm just going to have to tell him.
"I have feelings for you again," whispered Rory.
"What?" said Dean. "I didn't hear that."
"I have feelings for you again," said Rory, louder.
"Then, why are you avoiding me? Why did you freak out on me last week? What the hell is going on?"
"I'm scared! There. You happy?"
Rory sat back down on the lawn chair. She buried her face into her hands. She didn't know what to do next. This seemed to be the only rational thing to do. Dean sat down on the chair.
"Why would you be scared?" he asked.
"I don't know," said Rory. "If things were going to happen between us again, I don't want them to end like last time."
"How do you know they would?"
"If we were meant to be, don't you think we would still be together?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. But, we can't tell now."
Rory took her hands away from her face, but she didn't look him in the eye.
"Are you saying we should take one more shot?" she asked.
"Do you want one more shot?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, but what if we-"
"You can't be scared forever. You have to take a shot."
Rory continued to stare at the floor. She didn't know what to say to that. She knew he was right, but she wanted a gurantee.
"Look at me," said Dean, in a comforting tone.
Rory slowly turned her head to face Dean. Rory and Dean slowly leaned in towards each other until their lips touched. Dean's hands went through her hair to the back of her head. Rory slowly put her arms around his shoulders. Finally the pulled away. Dean traced her face with his finger.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked, smiling.
"I have no idea," said Dean.
Rory chuckled. It was good to have him back.
"So, what do you think?" asked Dean. "One more shot?"
"One more shot," said Rory.
They kissed again and then he removed his lips from hers and put his chin on her shoulder and encircled his arms around her waits and Rory did the same. She felt safe and there was heat between the two of them just like before. Now she had it back again.
AT 3:00 A.M
Dean's eyes fluttered open. He didn't know where he was. This isn't my apartment, he thought. He was sitting on a couch different from his. He looked in front of him. Rory was lying against him asleep.
It was all coming back to him now. They had come down from the roof garden and stayed up talking. Dean slowly moved Rory forward so he could get up. When he got up he looked down at her. She looked so peaceful. He slowly leaned down and kissed her cheek. Then he took a blanket and laid it over her. Then he wrote a little note.
Rory,
Don't worry. We stayed up talking and fell asleep. I left at 3:00 a.m. Call me when you wake up. If I'm not home, my work number is: 877-9430.
-Dean.
He quietly shut the door. After all the years (which wasn't very long) of missing her and wishing they were still together, they finally were. He had been waiting and now it finally happened. No words could describe how happy he was now.
A/N: That number is not real so don't call it. By the way, don't tell me I was too dramatic and mushy. It's a bad habit. I'm dramatic. Ask my friends and family. I didn't do the "I love yous". How was "I have feelings for you?" Don't answer that. LOL. Okay. There's an epilogue coming up.