Chapter 9: The Little Blob in My Head
[Rory]
"I'm bored," Rory said another month later, slamming down her laptop.
"Oh, um, I don't care," Dean said, jokingly and not looking up from his magazine.
"We've been sitting around the house and walking around town for town months now," Rory said.
"That's the way it's been the two years we've been dating in high school and the three years we were dating in college," Dean said. "What's the difference this time?"
"We're married and your still on sabbatical," Rory said.
"Everyone is on sabbatical this time of the year," Dean said. "What's your point?"
"I don't know," Rory said.
She flipped so she was hanging upside down on the couch.
"What are you doing?" Dean said.
"I'm that bored," Rory said.
Rory loved Stars Hollow and the house that they've been living in, but she'd seen a lot of it and wanted to get out of town. Plus, she thought that getting out of town would be good for Dean. He could forget all about his health problem. Lately, he'd been sitting around the house waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head and she sat up.
"We should take a trip," Rory said.
"Where?" Dean asked.
Rory resumed her position in hanging upside down on the couch. She didn't know where to go. She'd already been to Europe. She didn't even know if flying was okay for a tumor. Road trip? No. The last time she went on a road trip, she freaked out because her mother didn't know where they were going.
"You know the beach is good this time of year," Rory said, resuming back to her sitting position.
"I don't swim," Dean said.
"Neither do I," Rory said. "But, so what? I want to get out of here! Don't you?"
Dean sighed. "All right," he said. "We'll leave tomorrow."
Rory squealed and hugged Dean. "Okay, let's go pack," Rory said.
[Dean]
Dean didn't want to go. Yes, he was bored as much as Rory was, but he wanted to stay incase something happened and he didn't want to tell Rory.
"Dean, are you okay?" Rory asked while they were eating dinner.
"Yeah," he said.
"No, you're not," Rory said.
"How can you tell?"
"Because you're playing with your food and you look like you're in deep thought."
Dean sighed. He didn't know why he couldn't just tell her straight out. He was usually open to her about everything. Now, he felt kind of silly.
"I don't want to go," he said.
"Why not?" Rory asked.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"It's stupid."
"You're running that risk even if you don't tell me."
"Fine. I want to stay here in case something happens with the tumor."
Dean immediately felt stupid. That was a stupid reason to stay, and yet it was the truth. He felt like an idiot. He felt like he was letting the tumor make his choices. Rory grabbed his hand.
"That doesn't mean you're stupid," Rory said, as if reading his mind. "But, you said before that you don't want this tumor to rob you of your life. Well, if you stay here, you're only letting it take over you. Don't you want to get out of here and forget that the stupid blob is in your head?"
Dean wanted that more than anything. That was Rory's reason for leaving. She wanted the same thing. Okay, I want to go, he thought.
"All right, I'm convinced," he said. "We'll go."
"Thank you," Rory said.
To Be Continued....
A/N: I'm still stretching it out, which means it's going to be a little boring, but it'll get interesting. Chapter 10 is coming soon.
[Rory]
"I'm bored," Rory said another month later, slamming down her laptop.
"Oh, um, I don't care," Dean said, jokingly and not looking up from his magazine.
"We've been sitting around the house and walking around town for town months now," Rory said.
"That's the way it's been the two years we've been dating in high school and the three years we were dating in college," Dean said. "What's the difference this time?"
"We're married and your still on sabbatical," Rory said.
"Everyone is on sabbatical this time of the year," Dean said. "What's your point?"
"I don't know," Rory said.
She flipped so she was hanging upside down on the couch.
"What are you doing?" Dean said.
"I'm that bored," Rory said.
Rory loved Stars Hollow and the house that they've been living in, but she'd seen a lot of it and wanted to get out of town. Plus, she thought that getting out of town would be good for Dean. He could forget all about his health problem. Lately, he'd been sitting around the house waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head and she sat up.
"We should take a trip," Rory said.
"Where?" Dean asked.
Rory resumed her position in hanging upside down on the couch. She didn't know where to go. She'd already been to Europe. She didn't even know if flying was okay for a tumor. Road trip? No. The last time she went on a road trip, she freaked out because her mother didn't know where they were going.
"You know the beach is good this time of year," Rory said, resuming back to her sitting position.
"I don't swim," Dean said.
"Neither do I," Rory said. "But, so what? I want to get out of here! Don't you?"
Dean sighed. "All right," he said. "We'll leave tomorrow."
Rory squealed and hugged Dean. "Okay, let's go pack," Rory said.
[Dean]
Dean didn't want to go. Yes, he was bored as much as Rory was, but he wanted to stay incase something happened and he didn't want to tell Rory.
"Dean, are you okay?" Rory asked while they were eating dinner.
"Yeah," he said.
"No, you're not," Rory said.
"How can you tell?"
"Because you're playing with your food and you look like you're in deep thought."
Dean sighed. He didn't know why he couldn't just tell her straight out. He was usually open to her about everything. Now, he felt kind of silly.
"I don't want to go," he said.
"Why not?" Rory asked.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"It's stupid."
"You're running that risk even if you don't tell me."
"Fine. I want to stay here in case something happens with the tumor."
Dean immediately felt stupid. That was a stupid reason to stay, and yet it was the truth. He felt like an idiot. He felt like he was letting the tumor make his choices. Rory grabbed his hand.
"That doesn't mean you're stupid," Rory said, as if reading his mind. "But, you said before that you don't want this tumor to rob you of your life. Well, if you stay here, you're only letting it take over you. Don't you want to get out of here and forget that the stupid blob is in your head?"
Dean wanted that more than anything. That was Rory's reason for leaving. She wanted the same thing. Okay, I want to go, he thought.
"All right, I'm convinced," he said. "We'll go."
"Thank you," Rory said.
To Be Continued....
A/N: I'm still stretching it out, which means it's going to be a little boring, but it'll get interesting. Chapter 10 is coming soon.
