Chapter 4: The Trials and Tribulations of Dating
[Rory]
Paris came in the next day with Rory's books and tapes.
"You brought the tapes from class?" Rory asked.
"Yup," said Paris. "But, I only taped the important parts. I talked to all the professors and they said that all your work is due the day you come back. They said they don't normally do this, but since you're severely injured, they're going to make an exception."
"Great. Thanks."
"Your welcome."
Paris sat down next to Rory.
"You don't want to go back to the room, do you?" Rory asked.
"No," Paris said. "Janet is driving me NUTS!"
"Well, you can stay for ten more minutes, but then you have to leave. I'm having company."
"Oh, really? Who?"
"Um..........I'd rather not say."
"Come on, Rory. Tell me."
Rory rolled her eyes inwardly. It was just like Paris to pry. But, telling her the truth would make her go away.
"Do you remember Dean?" Rory asked.
"Dean?" Paris asked. "Your first boyfriend who got married?"
"Yeah. And he just got divorced."
"Are you two back together?"
"NO! No. We're just having dinner as friends."
Paris suddenly looked down at her watch.
"Shoot!" she exclaimed, getting up. "I totally forgot. Jamie's coming into town. He's going to be here in an hour and I have to get ready!"
"Okay, have fun," Rory said.
"And have fun with your night in shining armor."
"Paris, it's not like that."
"Sure, it's not."
Paris walked out. Rory shook her head. Leave it to Paris to read into something more than it was. But, still maybe she was right. Oh, please, Rory thought. When is Paris ever right? But, then again when is Paris ever wrong? A knock interupted Rory's thoughts.
"Come in," Rory said.
Dean opened the door and walked in with a thin brown box.
"Do you come bearing pizza or something gross?" Rory asked.
"Something gross," Dean joked. "I got this from the garbage outside."
"Well, it smells good for moldy pizza," Rory said, chuckling.
[Dean]
"Okay, that's all for tonight," Rory said, closing one of Dean's textbooks later that night.
They had just finished studying and Dean felt ready for the exam that was coming up in a few days.
"You want to come by tomorrow?" Rory asked. "Hang out and go over some more of this?"
"Sure," said Dean.
"Do you have to go now?"
"No. If I were to go, I would go back to my roommate who would probably light my clothes on fire. He hates me, too."
"I'm sorry. Well, I would love for you to stay,
Rory took a sip of her soda. Even covered in bruises and scars, Dean thought she was still beautiful. She was also very sweet to help him out. Oh, god, Dean thought. I've got it real bad.
"So, Dean are you seeing someone?" Rory asked.
"You're seriously asking that question?" Dean said. "I'm the most hated guy on campus. You really think I would be seeing someone?"
"Oh, right. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Are you seeing someone?"
What the hell kind of question was that? Dean mentally yelled at himself. Of course she's seeing someone. Why wouldn't she be seeing someone?
"Nope," said Rory. "Nada. Zip. Zilch. Uh-uh."
Dean was shocked. How could a sweet, beautiful girl like her not be seeing anyone?
"Really?" Dean asked. "You're not?"
"Nope," Rory said. "I haven't been on a date since I broke up with Jess. Actually I did go out on a date, but it sucked."
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah. And that was my first actual date."
"Um, Rory. We dated."
"That was a relationship. As soon as we kissed we jumped right into a relationship."
"You and Jess dated." Dean mentally kicked himself for saying that. He had been trying to forget about Jess.
"Again, that was a relationship."
"Oh. So you've never been on a real date?"
"Yes I have. It just sucked."
"You know what? You are a sweet, funny, smart, beautiful girl and you're going to end up going on a date that's not going to suck."
"Thanks, Dean. That's so sweet."
Rory leaned over and hugged him. Dean caught a whiff of her hair. It smelled like sunflowers. He remembered that smell when they were going out. He inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. Stop it, he thought, mentally kicking himself again. Stop going googly-eyed over her. You're still acting like you're in high school.
"You know," Rory said, still clinging to him. "These people aren't going to hate you forever. Eventually, they're going to know what really happened and their not going to give you any grief about the divorce."
"Thanks, Rory."
"No, problem."
Dean looked down at his watch as soon as they let go.
"It's getting late," he said. "I should probably go."
"Yeah," Rory said. "Same time tomorrow?"
"Of course," Dean said. "And I'll bring you some lunch again."
"Thanks."
They said good-night and Dean walked out. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. Maybe after a while, Rory would go out with him again. But, he knew that wasn't possible. But, a guy can always hope, Dean thought, as he left the hospital.
To Be Continued.....................
A/N: Sappy, I know, but I'm a sap with no life. Anyways, chapter 5 is coming soon.
[Rory]
Paris came in the next day with Rory's books and tapes.
"You brought the tapes from class?" Rory asked.
"Yup," said Paris. "But, I only taped the important parts. I talked to all the professors and they said that all your work is due the day you come back. They said they don't normally do this, but since you're severely injured, they're going to make an exception."
"Great. Thanks."
"Your welcome."
Paris sat down next to Rory.
"You don't want to go back to the room, do you?" Rory asked.
"No," Paris said. "Janet is driving me NUTS!"
"Well, you can stay for ten more minutes, but then you have to leave. I'm having company."
"Oh, really? Who?"
"Um..........I'd rather not say."
"Come on, Rory. Tell me."
Rory rolled her eyes inwardly. It was just like Paris to pry. But, telling her the truth would make her go away.
"Do you remember Dean?" Rory asked.
"Dean?" Paris asked. "Your first boyfriend who got married?"
"Yeah. And he just got divorced."
"Are you two back together?"
"NO! No. We're just having dinner as friends."
Paris suddenly looked down at her watch.
"Shoot!" she exclaimed, getting up. "I totally forgot. Jamie's coming into town. He's going to be here in an hour and I have to get ready!"
"Okay, have fun," Rory said.
"And have fun with your night in shining armor."
"Paris, it's not like that."
"Sure, it's not."
Paris walked out. Rory shook her head. Leave it to Paris to read into something more than it was. But, still maybe she was right. Oh, please, Rory thought. When is Paris ever right? But, then again when is Paris ever wrong? A knock interupted Rory's thoughts.
"Come in," Rory said.
Dean opened the door and walked in with a thin brown box.
"Do you come bearing pizza or something gross?" Rory asked.
"Something gross," Dean joked. "I got this from the garbage outside."
"Well, it smells good for moldy pizza," Rory said, chuckling.
[Dean]
"Okay, that's all for tonight," Rory said, closing one of Dean's textbooks later that night.
They had just finished studying and Dean felt ready for the exam that was coming up in a few days.
"You want to come by tomorrow?" Rory asked. "Hang out and go over some more of this?"
"Sure," said Dean.
"Do you have to go now?"
"No. If I were to go, I would go back to my roommate who would probably light my clothes on fire. He hates me, too."
"I'm sorry. Well, I would love for you to stay,
Rory took a sip of her soda. Even covered in bruises and scars, Dean thought she was still beautiful. She was also very sweet to help him out. Oh, god, Dean thought. I've got it real bad.
"So, Dean are you seeing someone?" Rory asked.
"You're seriously asking that question?" Dean said. "I'm the most hated guy on campus. You really think I would be seeing someone?"
"Oh, right. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Are you seeing someone?"
What the hell kind of question was that? Dean mentally yelled at himself. Of course she's seeing someone. Why wouldn't she be seeing someone?
"Nope," said Rory. "Nada. Zip. Zilch. Uh-uh."
Dean was shocked. How could a sweet, beautiful girl like her not be seeing anyone?
"Really?" Dean asked. "You're not?"
"Nope," Rory said. "I haven't been on a date since I broke up with Jess. Actually I did go out on a date, but it sucked."
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah. And that was my first actual date."
"Um, Rory. We dated."
"That was a relationship. As soon as we kissed we jumped right into a relationship."
"You and Jess dated." Dean mentally kicked himself for saying that. He had been trying to forget about Jess.
"Again, that was a relationship."
"Oh. So you've never been on a real date?"
"Yes I have. It just sucked."
"You know what? You are a sweet, funny, smart, beautiful girl and you're going to end up going on a date that's not going to suck."
"Thanks, Dean. That's so sweet."
Rory leaned over and hugged him. Dean caught a whiff of her hair. It smelled like sunflowers. He remembered that smell when they were going out. He inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. Stop it, he thought, mentally kicking himself again. Stop going googly-eyed over her. You're still acting like you're in high school.
"You know," Rory said, still clinging to him. "These people aren't going to hate you forever. Eventually, they're going to know what really happened and their not going to give you any grief about the divorce."
"Thanks, Rory."
"No, problem."
Dean looked down at his watch as soon as they let go.
"It's getting late," he said. "I should probably go."
"Yeah," Rory said. "Same time tomorrow?"
"Of course," Dean said. "And I'll bring you some lunch again."
"Thanks."
They said good-night and Dean walked out. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. Maybe after a while, Rory would go out with him again. But, he knew that wasn't possible. But, a guy can always hope, Dean thought, as he left the hospital.
To Be Continued.....................
A/N: Sappy, I know, but I'm a sap with no life. Anyways, chapter 5 is coming soon.