Chapter 13: Twist of Fate
[Rory]
Crying and driving in the rain was a bad mix, but Rory couldn't stop. She drove slow so she could avoid another accident. But, whether or not she did, she didn't care. I can't believe I'm never going to see her again, Rory thought as a fresh stream of hot tears came pouring down her face. Oh, god I need to calm down, Rory thought. She turned on the radio.
"And I give you just a little time," Michelle Branch sang. "I wonder if you realize I've been wanting 'til I see it in your eyes."
A wave of déjà vu crashed over Rory as she listened to the song. Maybe I'm fated for another accident, Rory thought. This past month was a total twist of fate. The reel of events spun through her head. The fear she felt when the car flipped over, seeing Dean for the first time in months, spending time with him, realizing that she loved him, going on the mock date, rendering unconscious when that guy who was beating Dean up knocked her out with her own cane, and Dean telling her that he couldn't see her anymore. Rory cried even harder.
Behind her a car horn honked. She was driving incredibly slow, but she wasn't going to speed up. The horn kept honking and honking. Up yours, fat ass, Rory thought, gesturing that she didn't want to go any faster.
The car went around her and speed up down the road and pulled over. What's that person doing? Rory thought. They're so stupid. The person got out of their car and started running towards Rory. It was Dean. He made a gesture telling her to pull over. Seeing him made him angry, but she pulled over and got out of the car. As soon as she did, Dean grabbed her and hugged her.
"Rory, I'm sorry," Dean said. "I want to see you again. I'm really sorry."
The rain started to get them wet, but Dean's embrace felt warm. Rory want to stay there forever, but she didn't want to melt in his arms just like that. She pushed his arms off him and started to cry tears of anger.
"Yeah?" Rory sobbed in anger. "Well, I'm not excepting that, Dean Forester. I mean I go down to see you and tell you that I love you and before I can you tell me you don't can't see me anymore with some kind of bullshit that you don't want me to get hurt, but you just don't want things to get worse. You are so-"
Dean took two fingers and held her lips shut. It didn't hurt her, but she couldn't open her mouth.
"You love me?" Dean asked.
"No," Rory managed to say.
Rory just realized that she said that and immediately felt stupid and embarrassed. She was getting drenched and her wet hair clung to her face. Dean was getting wet, too.
"Rory," Dean said, letting go of her lips. "You're right. I was thinking only of myself, but I was wrong. I was letting that they thought stand in the way of what I really wanted."
"Which was what?" Rory asked, sniffling.
Dean walked up to Rory and moved the wet hair from her face. He cupped his hand on the back of her head and kissed her. Suddenly Rory felt dry even though she was drenched. Her knees went weak and she slipped her arms around Dean's neck. He put his arms around her waste and crushed her against him. Finally, they separated. It was the most passionate kiss Rory had ever shared with him. It was the most passionate kiss she had shared with anyone.
"Wow," Rory said. "Was it ever like that?"
"No," Dean said, running his fingers through her wet hair.
"Well, I enjoyed it," Rory said.
"Me, too," Dean said. "But, you bit my lip."
"I did not," Rory said, playfully smacking his arm.
"Ow," Dean pretended that it hurt. "You hurt me.
"Shut up and take it like a man, you girl scout," Rory joked.
She grabbed him and kissed him again. Again her knees went week. She hugged him closer. They were getting drenched, but Rory was too deep into the power of the kiss to notice.
A/N: I got the lip-shutting thing from Two Weeks Notice. If you watched it, you would know that George holds Lucy's lips shut. If you know me, you know I would put up an epilogue.
[Rory]
Crying and driving in the rain was a bad mix, but Rory couldn't stop. She drove slow so she could avoid another accident. But, whether or not she did, she didn't care. I can't believe I'm never going to see her again, Rory thought as a fresh stream of hot tears came pouring down her face. Oh, god I need to calm down, Rory thought. She turned on the radio.
"And I give you just a little time," Michelle Branch sang. "I wonder if you realize I've been wanting 'til I see it in your eyes."
A wave of déjà vu crashed over Rory as she listened to the song. Maybe I'm fated for another accident, Rory thought. This past month was a total twist of fate. The reel of events spun through her head. The fear she felt when the car flipped over, seeing Dean for the first time in months, spending time with him, realizing that she loved him, going on the mock date, rendering unconscious when that guy who was beating Dean up knocked her out with her own cane, and Dean telling her that he couldn't see her anymore. Rory cried even harder.
Behind her a car horn honked. She was driving incredibly slow, but she wasn't going to speed up. The horn kept honking and honking. Up yours, fat ass, Rory thought, gesturing that she didn't want to go any faster.
The car went around her and speed up down the road and pulled over. What's that person doing? Rory thought. They're so stupid. The person got out of their car and started running towards Rory. It was Dean. He made a gesture telling her to pull over. Seeing him made him angry, but she pulled over and got out of the car. As soon as she did, Dean grabbed her and hugged her.
"Rory, I'm sorry," Dean said. "I want to see you again. I'm really sorry."
The rain started to get them wet, but Dean's embrace felt warm. Rory want to stay there forever, but she didn't want to melt in his arms just like that. She pushed his arms off him and started to cry tears of anger.
"Yeah?" Rory sobbed in anger. "Well, I'm not excepting that, Dean Forester. I mean I go down to see you and tell you that I love you and before I can you tell me you don't can't see me anymore with some kind of bullshit that you don't want me to get hurt, but you just don't want things to get worse. You are so-"
Dean took two fingers and held her lips shut. It didn't hurt her, but she couldn't open her mouth.
"You love me?" Dean asked.
"No," Rory managed to say.
Rory just realized that she said that and immediately felt stupid and embarrassed. She was getting drenched and her wet hair clung to her face. Dean was getting wet, too.
"Rory," Dean said, letting go of her lips. "You're right. I was thinking only of myself, but I was wrong. I was letting that they thought stand in the way of what I really wanted."
"Which was what?" Rory asked, sniffling.
Dean walked up to Rory and moved the wet hair from her face. He cupped his hand on the back of her head and kissed her. Suddenly Rory felt dry even though she was drenched. Her knees went weak and she slipped her arms around Dean's neck. He put his arms around her waste and crushed her against him. Finally, they separated. It was the most passionate kiss Rory had ever shared with him. It was the most passionate kiss she had shared with anyone.
"Wow," Rory said. "Was it ever like that?"
"No," Dean said, running his fingers through her wet hair.
"Well, I enjoyed it," Rory said.
"Me, too," Dean said. "But, you bit my lip."
"I did not," Rory said, playfully smacking his arm.
"Ow," Dean pretended that it hurt. "You hurt me.
"Shut up and take it like a man, you girl scout," Rory joked.
She grabbed him and kissed him again. Again her knees went week. She hugged him closer. They were getting drenched, but Rory was too deep into the power of the kiss to notice.
A/N: I got the lip-shutting thing from Two Weeks Notice. If you watched it, you would know that George holds Lucy's lips shut. If you know me, you know I would put up an epilogue.