Chapter 8: The Mock Date
[Rory]
"So, Rachel," Paris said. "Going on a date with Ross?"
Rory rolled her eyes as she put on some earrings.
"It's not a date," Rory said. "It's a mock date."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, we're not really going on a date. He's sort of doing me a favor by going on a fake date with me. Because my first real date sucked. This is going to prep me for a real one."
"Oh, yeah. I remember that."
"Yeah. So tell me, why did you call me Rachel and Dean Ross?"
"Ross and Rachel. Do you not see the link?"
"Now I do."
"Let me ask you this. If its not a real date why are you wearing your mother's clothing?"
Rory looked at her outfit. She had borrowed the shirt that Lorelai had worn to the Yale-Harvard football game and low-rise jeans.
"Is it too provocative?" Rory asked.
"No, but you never wear things like these," Paris said.
"So, I'm just wearing something different. I'm in college now I think I should be a little daring."
"Okay, Rory this is me. I mean, sure I've used things against you, but don't you think you can trust me now?"
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
"So why are you dressing up for the mock date?"
"Okay. I kind of like Dean now."
Paris started jumping up and down and clapping her hands. She was obviously crying.
"But, you cannot tell anyone," Rory said.
"Can I tell Jamie?" Paris asked.
"Being that he doesn't go to Yale and won't care, yeah you can tell him."
There was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" Rory said.
Janet opened the door.
"Dean's here," Janet said. "And you might want to hurry up because Tauna thinks that boys and girls in the same room is bad news, so he's waiting out in the hallway."
"Tell, him I'll be right there," Rory said, chuckling.
Janet nodded and closed the door.
"Good luck," Paris said.
"Thanks."
Rory grabbed her can and went outside and opened the door that lead into the hallway. Dean was standing there leaning against the doorway. He had a V-neck sweater on and some jeans.
"Hi, there," he said in a deep voice.
"Um, what are you doing?" Rory asked.
"I'm supposed to be your date," he said, in a normal voice. "So, I'm supposed to be someone else different."
"Okay," Rory said.
"So, what made you decide to finally go out with me?" Dean asked in his deep voice. "I mean, I've been asking you for a long time and you still turned me down and now all of a sudden, you've finally agreed."
"Well, I realized that I hadn't been on a date since my last boyfriend," Rory said, going along with the date thing. "He left town and the guy before that realized he was gay."
"That is not fair," Dean said in his normal voice.
Rory was enjoying this way too much to stop now.
"Yeah, at first I thought he was lying, but I would see him and his boyfriend around all the time," Rory continued. "One time I caught them making out."
"You can stop now."
"Right. I'm sorry. So what are we doing tonight?"
"You've got three options: Italian, Mexican, or seafood."
"Italian sounds good. Anything afterwards?"
"Your choice."
"Okay, let's go."
[Dean]
Okay, so it wasn't a real date, but still Dean was having the time of his life. He was totally taken aback by her outfit (after all that wasn't what she usually wore), but still he thought she looked great. They had just finished eating and were waiting for the check.
"That was good food," Rory said. "You feel like you gave birth to something odd."
"No," Dean joked. "I feel like I just ate with something odd."
"Shut up!" Rory said, laughing and playfully smacking his arm.
"Yeah, well, you said I was gay," Dean said. "I mean my boyfriend has been bugging me to be more assertive."
This made Rory laugh even harder. Dean noticed the way her face lit up when she laughed. It almost made the scars and bruises disappear. Finally, after a while, she got control of herself.
"Not to change the subject, but do you want to meet tomorrow?" Rory asked. "You know, for lunch and to study?"
"Sure," Dean said.
"I'll pick you up," Rory said. "I have occupational therapy tomorrow so I can swing by after."
"Sounds good," Dean said.
Dean drove back to Yale, but Rory didn't want to go in so they just walked around outside. Rory showed Dean "her" tree. He thought it was cute that she had a special tree. Then he walked her back to the dorm.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow," Dean said.
"Yeah," Rory said. "Does 1:00 sound good to you?"
"I don't know," Dean joked. "Let me hear it again."
Rory giggled and said, "1:00."
"Okay, sounds great," Dean said.
"Good."
"You know, this was the best fake date I've ever had in my life."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think I can actually handle a real one right now. Thanks for taking me on it."
"No problem."
They stared at each other for a moment. Should I kiss her? Dean thought. No. She doesn't want me to. Maybe she does. Oh, my god! What the hell is wrong with me!? Finally, Rory broke the silence.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Rory said.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Good-night."
"Good-night."
She went inside and closed the door. Dean walked outside and banged his head against the door.
A/N: No, it wasn't a date. Chapter 9 is coming soon.
[Rory]
"So, Rachel," Paris said. "Going on a date with Ross?"
Rory rolled her eyes as she put on some earrings.
"It's not a date," Rory said. "It's a mock date."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, we're not really going on a date. He's sort of doing me a favor by going on a fake date with me. Because my first real date sucked. This is going to prep me for a real one."
"Oh, yeah. I remember that."
"Yeah. So tell me, why did you call me Rachel and Dean Ross?"
"Ross and Rachel. Do you not see the link?"
"Now I do."
"Let me ask you this. If its not a real date why are you wearing your mother's clothing?"
Rory looked at her outfit. She had borrowed the shirt that Lorelai had worn to the Yale-Harvard football game and low-rise jeans.
"Is it too provocative?" Rory asked.
"No, but you never wear things like these," Paris said.
"So, I'm just wearing something different. I'm in college now I think I should be a little daring."
"Okay, Rory this is me. I mean, sure I've used things against you, but don't you think you can trust me now?"
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
"So why are you dressing up for the mock date?"
"Okay. I kind of like Dean now."
Paris started jumping up and down and clapping her hands. She was obviously crying.
"But, you cannot tell anyone," Rory said.
"Can I tell Jamie?" Paris asked.
"Being that he doesn't go to Yale and won't care, yeah you can tell him."
There was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" Rory said.
Janet opened the door.
"Dean's here," Janet said. "And you might want to hurry up because Tauna thinks that boys and girls in the same room is bad news, so he's waiting out in the hallway."
"Tell, him I'll be right there," Rory said, chuckling.
Janet nodded and closed the door.
"Good luck," Paris said.
"Thanks."
Rory grabbed her can and went outside and opened the door that lead into the hallway. Dean was standing there leaning against the doorway. He had a V-neck sweater on and some jeans.
"Hi, there," he said in a deep voice.
"Um, what are you doing?" Rory asked.
"I'm supposed to be your date," he said, in a normal voice. "So, I'm supposed to be someone else different."
"Okay," Rory said.
"So, what made you decide to finally go out with me?" Dean asked in his deep voice. "I mean, I've been asking you for a long time and you still turned me down and now all of a sudden, you've finally agreed."
"Well, I realized that I hadn't been on a date since my last boyfriend," Rory said, going along with the date thing. "He left town and the guy before that realized he was gay."
"That is not fair," Dean said in his normal voice.
Rory was enjoying this way too much to stop now.
"Yeah, at first I thought he was lying, but I would see him and his boyfriend around all the time," Rory continued. "One time I caught them making out."
"You can stop now."
"Right. I'm sorry. So what are we doing tonight?"
"You've got three options: Italian, Mexican, or seafood."
"Italian sounds good. Anything afterwards?"
"Your choice."
"Okay, let's go."
[Dean]
Okay, so it wasn't a real date, but still Dean was having the time of his life. He was totally taken aback by her outfit (after all that wasn't what she usually wore), but still he thought she looked great. They had just finished eating and were waiting for the check.
"That was good food," Rory said. "You feel like you gave birth to something odd."
"No," Dean joked. "I feel like I just ate with something odd."
"Shut up!" Rory said, laughing and playfully smacking his arm.
"Yeah, well, you said I was gay," Dean said. "I mean my boyfriend has been bugging me to be more assertive."
This made Rory laugh even harder. Dean noticed the way her face lit up when she laughed. It almost made the scars and bruises disappear. Finally, after a while, she got control of herself.
"Not to change the subject, but do you want to meet tomorrow?" Rory asked. "You know, for lunch and to study?"
"Sure," Dean said.
"I'll pick you up," Rory said. "I have occupational therapy tomorrow so I can swing by after."
"Sounds good," Dean said.
Dean drove back to Yale, but Rory didn't want to go in so they just walked around outside. Rory showed Dean "her" tree. He thought it was cute that she had a special tree. Then he walked her back to the dorm.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow," Dean said.
"Yeah," Rory said. "Does 1:00 sound good to you?"
"I don't know," Dean joked. "Let me hear it again."
Rory giggled and said, "1:00."
"Okay, sounds great," Dean said.
"Good."
"You know, this was the best fake date I've ever had in my life."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think I can actually handle a real one right now. Thanks for taking me on it."
"No problem."
They stared at each other for a moment. Should I kiss her? Dean thought. No. She doesn't want me to. Maybe she does. Oh, my god! What the hell is wrong with me!? Finally, Rory broke the silence.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," Rory said.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Good-night."
"Good-night."
She went inside and closed the door. Dean walked outside and banged his head against the door.
A/N: No, it wasn't a date. Chapter 9 is coming soon.