Chapter 4: Shocking News for Rory
Rory hadn't shown up during Dean's shifts at Luke's. It wasn't until a week later, when he actually saw her again. Luke was taking orders from another table.
"Hey, Luke!" Lorelai called. "Can we get some coffee over here? I think I just got a gray hair!"
"And I just got a wrinkle!" Rory chimed in.
Dean suppressed a laugh as Luke rolled his eyes.
"Dean, could you do it?" Luke asked. "I'm kind of busy."
"Sure," said Dean.
He grabbed a pot and walked over to Rory and Lorelai's table. They were engrossed in conversation.
"Paris and Janet are driving me crazy!" Rory was saying. "I am so sick of their fighting."
"You could join in," said Lorelai.
"Why would I?"
"Because it's fun to get in the action."
"We are so different. You sure you didn't find me in a basket on the street when I was a baby?"
"Actually I did, but it was last week and you accidentally stepped in a basket and couldn't get your foot out."
"That was you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Because I remember you running down the street yelling 'Rory! My foot is caught in this god damn basket!'"
"I'm trying to forget about it. Who would leave a basket in the middle of the sidewalk?"
"You got me."
"God! Where is that coffee? Luke!"
"Right behind you," said Dean, holding up the coffee pot.
Rory and Lorelai spun around to face Dean. Lorelai's jaw was hanging open. Rory's eyes were wide.
"You wanted coffee didn't you?" asked Dean.
He leaned over and poured coffee into their mugs. He stared at the expressions on their faces.
"What?" he asked.
"Either you're Luke and you look amazingly like Dean or you're the real Dean," said Lorelai.
"It's me," said Dean.
"Since when do you work here?" Lorelai asked.
"Since a week ago," Dean replied.
"Last week I went to the church and the priest told me there was no wedding," said Rory. "Is this true?"
"Yeah," said Dean.
"Why?"
"Personal reasons."
Dean had written in the letter why he didn't marry Lindsay. He didn't want to tell Rory in a public place right in front of her mother. He admired Lorelai very much, but sometimes she could say the wrong things at the wrong time.
"So what are you doing now?" asked Lorelai.
"I work here and I live upstairs with Luke," Dean answered.
"Why do you live with Luke?" Rory asked.
"Lindsay sort of kicked me out of the dorm," said Dean. "And I had no where to go, so Luke offered me to stay with him and he let me work for him until I can find my own place."
"That's nice of him," said Lorelai.
Dean took their orders. When he brought them, he carefully slipped his letter to Rory inside her jacket, but carefully so she wouldn't suspect anything.
Meanwhile, Rory and Lorelai went home. Rory didn't take her jacket off yet.
"It's so weird to see Dean there," said Rory. "I mean that's the kind of job Jess would have. I just can't picture him there."
"Weird things happen around here," said Lorelai. "You want to stay up and watch Happy Days?"
"Nah," said Rory. "I have to go to bed early. I don't think I'm going to be sleeping at all tomorrow."
"Okay. Nighty-night."
"Nighty-night."
Rory put her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she walked into her bedroom. She felt a piece of paper. She assumed it was one of her papers for class so she took it out. The folded up piece of paper wasn't her term paper. She opened it up and found familiar handwriting. She recognized it right away. This is Dean's handwriting, she thought. What is this? She sat down on the bed to read the note.
To Be Continued.
A/N: I have a lot more free time than I thought to answer those who have questions about my little thing. Anyways, Chapter 4: The Letter. Is coming soon.
Rory hadn't shown up during Dean's shifts at Luke's. It wasn't until a week later, when he actually saw her again. Luke was taking orders from another table.
"Hey, Luke!" Lorelai called. "Can we get some coffee over here? I think I just got a gray hair!"
"And I just got a wrinkle!" Rory chimed in.
Dean suppressed a laugh as Luke rolled his eyes.
"Dean, could you do it?" Luke asked. "I'm kind of busy."
"Sure," said Dean.
He grabbed a pot and walked over to Rory and Lorelai's table. They were engrossed in conversation.
"Paris and Janet are driving me crazy!" Rory was saying. "I am so sick of their fighting."
"You could join in," said Lorelai.
"Why would I?"
"Because it's fun to get in the action."
"We are so different. You sure you didn't find me in a basket on the street when I was a baby?"
"Actually I did, but it was last week and you accidentally stepped in a basket and couldn't get your foot out."
"That was you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Because I remember you running down the street yelling 'Rory! My foot is caught in this god damn basket!'"
"I'm trying to forget about it. Who would leave a basket in the middle of the sidewalk?"
"You got me."
"God! Where is that coffee? Luke!"
"Right behind you," said Dean, holding up the coffee pot.
Rory and Lorelai spun around to face Dean. Lorelai's jaw was hanging open. Rory's eyes were wide.
"You wanted coffee didn't you?" asked Dean.
He leaned over and poured coffee into their mugs. He stared at the expressions on their faces.
"What?" he asked.
"Either you're Luke and you look amazingly like Dean or you're the real Dean," said Lorelai.
"It's me," said Dean.
"Since when do you work here?" Lorelai asked.
"Since a week ago," Dean replied.
"Last week I went to the church and the priest told me there was no wedding," said Rory. "Is this true?"
"Yeah," said Dean.
"Why?"
"Personal reasons."
Dean had written in the letter why he didn't marry Lindsay. He didn't want to tell Rory in a public place right in front of her mother. He admired Lorelai very much, but sometimes she could say the wrong things at the wrong time.
"So what are you doing now?" asked Lorelai.
"I work here and I live upstairs with Luke," Dean answered.
"Why do you live with Luke?" Rory asked.
"Lindsay sort of kicked me out of the dorm," said Dean. "And I had no where to go, so Luke offered me to stay with him and he let me work for him until I can find my own place."
"That's nice of him," said Lorelai.
Dean took their orders. When he brought them, he carefully slipped his letter to Rory inside her jacket, but carefully so she wouldn't suspect anything.
Meanwhile, Rory and Lorelai went home. Rory didn't take her jacket off yet.
"It's so weird to see Dean there," said Rory. "I mean that's the kind of job Jess would have. I just can't picture him there."
"Weird things happen around here," said Lorelai. "You want to stay up and watch Happy Days?"
"Nah," said Rory. "I have to go to bed early. I don't think I'm going to be sleeping at all tomorrow."
"Okay. Nighty-night."
"Nighty-night."
Rory put her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she walked into her bedroom. She felt a piece of paper. She assumed it was one of her papers for class so she took it out. The folded up piece of paper wasn't her term paper. She opened it up and found familiar handwriting. She recognized it right away. This is Dean's handwriting, she thought. What is this? She sat down on the bed to read the note.
To Be Continued.
A/N: I have a lot more free time than I thought to answer those who have questions about my little thing. Anyways, Chapter 4: The Letter. Is coming soon.