Chapter 6: All I Have to Do is Dream
[Rory]
Rory woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror. Her scars and bruises were gone, her and leg were healed. Rory got up and walked out of the room. As soon as she opened the door, she walked into a field of wield flowers. She looked down and she was wearing a sleeveless white dress.
Rory suddenly had the urge to run through the field. The wind whipped through her hair as she ran through the field barefoot. But, she had the feeling that someone was chasing her. Rory turned around and Dean was chasing her. But, they were only messing around. The two of them laughed as Dean tried to catch up to her.
Finally, Dean caught up with her and tackled her. When she reached the ground, Dean started tickling her.
"NO, NO, NO!" Rory laughed as he continued to tickle her. "STOP IT!"
Finally, he stopped and gazed longingly into her eyes. She traced his face with her finger.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked her.
"I don't know," Rory said.
Dean ran his fingers through her hair. Rory closed her eyes and leaned her head against his hand. When she opened her eyes, Dean's face was inches away from her. He seemed hesitant, but Rory knew what he wanted to do.
"It's okay," Rory said. "I want you to."
Dean leaned down and kissed her at first soft, but then intense. She melted into the kiss wishing she could stay that way forever.
Rory sat up breathing heavily. Relax, she thought. It was just a dream. Still, she needed reassuring. She needed her mother. Rory punched in her number.
"Hello?" her mother said groggily.
"Hi, mom," Rory said.
"Rory, what time is it? Are you okay?"
"Yes..........No...........I don't know."
"What's wrong?"
Rory told her about the romantic dream.
"That doesn't sound like a horrible dream," Lorelai said.
"Yeah, but I actually enjoyed it," Rory said.
"So, what?" Lorelai said. "It was just a dream. It could probably mean nothing."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. Now go back to sleep. I don't want you to be groggy when I come to see you."
"Okay."
Rory couldn't go back to sleep. Do I still love him? She thought.
[Dean]
It was so clear, that night, Dean could see all the stars in the sky. He started to walk towards the bow of the boat. He didn't know what he was doing on the boat, but he didn't care. Up ahead, Rory was standing at the bow. She was wearing a long light blue short-sleeved dress that billowed out behind her. Her hair whipped into the wind. As if she sensed his presence, she turned her head towards him.
"Dean," she said. "I'm so glad you're here."
She ran up to him and flung her arms around him. His heartbeat accelerated as he embraced her back.
"I've missed you so much," she said. "Please take me back. I love you so much, Dean."
Dean cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. They separated their lips, but Rory let out a scream. A huge tidal wave was rising up above the boat. Dean and Rory clung to each other as the wave came crashing down on them.
Dean woke up in a cold sweat. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. But, suddenly he started yearning for Rory. He wished that kiss was real. This is getting out of hand, Dean thought. I need help.
Dean put on sweats and took his cell phone outside. His cousin, Ross, was a student at London University and it was 8:00 a.m. his time. Dean talked to him all the time. He punched in his number.
"Hello?" said a groggy voice on the other line.
"Ross, did I wake you?" Dean asked.
"No, I actually woke up five minutes before you called. How are you old chap?"
"You still can't pull off that British accent."
"I know. It sucks. So what's up? Isn't it late in the U.S.?"
"Yeah, but I need help now."
"What's wrong?"
"Remember my last girlfriend, Rory?"
"Remember her? All you did was talk about her. You were crazy about her."
"And still am. That's my problem."
"Didn't you guys break up a year ago?"
"Yeah, but I've never really been over her and I've just ran into each other and its getting worse!"
"Huh...Have you smelled her hair?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, you've got it real bad."
"What should I do?"
"See how she feels about you. Look I'd love to stay and talk more, but I have to go. Call me later."
"Okay. Bye."
Dean hung up and went back to bed. He went back into a deep sleep, but was a abruptly interrupted by the sound of his alarm clock. Dean woke up and rubbed his face.
"Would you shut that fucking thing off?" Ben, his roommate grumbled.
"Yeah, yeah, good morning to you, too," Dean said, shutting off the alarm.
"Don't give me an attitude just because you marry women for sex," Ben said, getting out of bed.
"Oh, god," Dean said. "How much more of this do I have to take?"
To Be Continued............
A/N: I know I have a whole thing with dreams, but I only do that when I really want to hook them up, but I know it's too soon. Anyways, Chapter 7 is coming soon. Oh, and this message is for bluedancer. You should finish your stories because now I want to read one.
[Rory]
Rory woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror. Her scars and bruises were gone, her and leg were healed. Rory got up and walked out of the room. As soon as she opened the door, she walked into a field of wield flowers. She looked down and she was wearing a sleeveless white dress.
Rory suddenly had the urge to run through the field. The wind whipped through her hair as she ran through the field barefoot. But, she had the feeling that someone was chasing her. Rory turned around and Dean was chasing her. But, they were only messing around. The two of them laughed as Dean tried to catch up to her.
Finally, Dean caught up with her and tackled her. When she reached the ground, Dean started tickling her.
"NO, NO, NO!" Rory laughed as he continued to tickle her. "STOP IT!"
Finally, he stopped and gazed longingly into her eyes. She traced his face with her finger.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked her.
"I don't know," Rory said.
Dean ran his fingers through her hair. Rory closed her eyes and leaned her head against his hand. When she opened her eyes, Dean's face was inches away from her. He seemed hesitant, but Rory knew what he wanted to do.
"It's okay," Rory said. "I want you to."
Dean leaned down and kissed her at first soft, but then intense. She melted into the kiss wishing she could stay that way forever.
Rory sat up breathing heavily. Relax, she thought. It was just a dream. Still, she needed reassuring. She needed her mother. Rory punched in her number.
"Hello?" her mother said groggily.
"Hi, mom," Rory said.
"Rory, what time is it? Are you okay?"
"Yes..........No...........I don't know."
"What's wrong?"
Rory told her about the romantic dream.
"That doesn't sound like a horrible dream," Lorelai said.
"Yeah, but I actually enjoyed it," Rory said.
"So, what?" Lorelai said. "It was just a dream. It could probably mean nothing."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. Now go back to sleep. I don't want you to be groggy when I come to see you."
"Okay."
Rory couldn't go back to sleep. Do I still love him? She thought.
[Dean]
It was so clear, that night, Dean could see all the stars in the sky. He started to walk towards the bow of the boat. He didn't know what he was doing on the boat, but he didn't care. Up ahead, Rory was standing at the bow. She was wearing a long light blue short-sleeved dress that billowed out behind her. Her hair whipped into the wind. As if she sensed his presence, she turned her head towards him.
"Dean," she said. "I'm so glad you're here."
She ran up to him and flung her arms around him. His heartbeat accelerated as he embraced her back.
"I've missed you so much," she said. "Please take me back. I love you so much, Dean."
Dean cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. They separated their lips, but Rory let out a scream. A huge tidal wave was rising up above the boat. Dean and Rory clung to each other as the wave came crashing down on them.
Dean woke up in a cold sweat. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. But, suddenly he started yearning for Rory. He wished that kiss was real. This is getting out of hand, Dean thought. I need help.
Dean put on sweats and took his cell phone outside. His cousin, Ross, was a student at London University and it was 8:00 a.m. his time. Dean talked to him all the time. He punched in his number.
"Hello?" said a groggy voice on the other line.
"Ross, did I wake you?" Dean asked.
"No, I actually woke up five minutes before you called. How are you old chap?"
"You still can't pull off that British accent."
"I know. It sucks. So what's up? Isn't it late in the U.S.?"
"Yeah, but I need help now."
"What's wrong?"
"Remember my last girlfriend, Rory?"
"Remember her? All you did was talk about her. You were crazy about her."
"And still am. That's my problem."
"Didn't you guys break up a year ago?"
"Yeah, but I've never really been over her and I've just ran into each other and its getting worse!"
"Huh...Have you smelled her hair?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, you've got it real bad."
"What should I do?"
"See how she feels about you. Look I'd love to stay and talk more, but I have to go. Call me later."
"Okay. Bye."
Dean hung up and went back to bed. He went back into a deep sleep, but was a abruptly interrupted by the sound of his alarm clock. Dean woke up and rubbed his face.
"Would you shut that fucking thing off?" Ben, his roommate grumbled.
"Yeah, yeah, good morning to you, too," Dean said, shutting off the alarm.
"Don't give me an attitude just because you marry women for sex," Ben said, getting out of bed.
"Oh, god," Dean said. "How much more of this do I have to take?"
To Be Continued............
A/N: I know I have a whole thing with dreams, but I only do that when I really want to hook them up, but I know it's too soon. Anyways, Chapter 7 is coming soon. Oh, and this message is for bluedancer. You should finish your stories because now I want to read one.