DREAM COME TRUE



NOTE: I own Rosa and any other Gilmore Girls characters I make up. The rest belong to the wonderful WB.



A/N: This picks up about a couple weeks or so after the last story. If you don't remember the last story then go back and read it, please. For now, enjoy this.

CHAPTER 3

Rosa sat next to Davey, Sookie and Jackson's son, Courtney, and Tina, two girls she had met and went trick-or-treating with. The kindergarten class was busily talking away and some were tossing paper balls and planes around.



"Rosa, how big is your new house?" Courtney asked.

"It's really cool," Rosa said.

"You were moving in all weekend?" Tina asked.

"Uh huh," Rosa replied, grabbing a crayon and scribbling red all over a piece of construction paper. "And we had movie night with Aunt Rory on Saturday."

"Rory's the best," Davey chimed in. "You're lucky."

Rosa glanced at him. "I am?" she sat her crayon down for a minute as she inquired, "How?"

"Well, duh, Rosa," said Tina.

"Rory's your mom, right?" said Courtney matter-of-factly.

"I..." Rosa didn't really know how to reply. Rory as her mother? She had thought about it a few times, well, a lot of times, but she didn't think anyone else did.

The girl's thoughts were interrupted by the door of the classroom opening, revealing a tall man. He looked to be in his late twenties and wore a gray business suit. He sat down a briefcase he held on the teacher's desk.

"Good morning, students," he greeted. "My name is Mr. Adams." Tina held her hand up in the air. "Yes?"

"Where's Ms. Robins?" Tina asked.

"I'm afraid there's been an abrupt death in her family. Ms. Robins won't be back for a few weeks," the new teacher replied. "I'll be substituting. Now I just want to go over a few ground rules I have for the classroom."

As he began to speak, Rosa took out another piece of construction paper and began doodling with it. She thought Mr. Adams's voice was dull and long, besides all teachers had the same boring rules.

From out of nowhere Rosa's paper was snatched up. She flashed her brown eyes up at Mr. Adams, who stared at her drawing.

"Nice," he commented then held the picture up for all of the students to see. The drawing immediately caused a stream of laughter. "It's me with little stink lines coming out of me." He gave Rosa a look out of the corner of his eye. "Lovely." Rosa looked down at her hands, which were now sweaty and folded on top of her desk. "What's your name, young lady?"

"Rosa," the brown haired girl whispered, not looking at him.

"Rosa what?" Mr. Adams nudged.

"Rosa Mariano," she whispered again.

"I see," said Mr. Adams. "Maybe you and I should have a little talk after class." He walked away, Rosa's drawing in his hand.

Davey leaned in towards Rosa and whispered, "Trouble."

"I know," Rosa replied to him, putting her face into her hands.

Jess walked down the halls of Stars Hollow Middle School, heading towards the language arts class where he would be the new teacher. When he opened the door he saw his students, seventh graders, sitting on desks and talking loudly.

"Hey," Jess greeted, not getting a reply. "Hey!"

The students all turned and faced him simultaneously. Jess went around to the back of his new desk before addressing them any further.

"My name's Jess Mariano," he began. A girl approached his desk yet kept her distance. "What?"

"Who are you?" she asked with attitude.

"OK... I see we're going out for the Redundancy Award here," Jess said, referring to the fact that he had just stated his name. "What's your name?"

"Vicky," the girl replied, sitting down on her desk, folding her legs. She wore a pink hoody blouse and a short jean skirt.

"Good for you... Vick-o." Vicky rolled her eyes at Jess. "Anyway, you guys see the chairs? You mind sitting down in them?" The students slowly took their seats. "Good. Now, as you can guess, I'm your new language arts teacher."

"I heard the old guy from the office was taking over," a boy in the back said.

"He retired in Florida." Jess sighed. "And I hope to join him very, very soon."

"Oh, yay, another comedian," Vicky commented.

"You're funny," Jess said. "You know, for someone who can walk under a coffee table." Laughter filled throughout the classroom, while Vicky only made a face.

At the end of the day students began to clear out of Rosa's classroom but she stayed put at her desk. Davey whispered to her to catch up with him and the other kids if she got the chance. Rosa glanced up at Mr. Adams, who shuffled papers at his desk.

"Come here, Ms. Mariano," the young teacher instructed. Rosa stood up and trudged over to his desk. Mr. Adams turned around in his chair and looked at her. "Tell me, Rosa, do you draw pictures like you did of me of your father or mother?"

Rosa shook her head. "No," she whispered.

"They probably wouldn't let you get away with it, right?"

"My daddy wouldn't care," Rosa said, glancing at him. "And... I don't live with my mommy."

"Oh, really? Your parents are divorced?" Rosa shook her head. "Did your mother pass on?" The girl shook her head again. "Then...?"

"I just live with my daddy," Rosa said simply.

"Well, I think it's wonderful when little girls can be with their fathers," said Mr. Adams.

"Mmhmm," Rosa nodded. Someone knocked at the door causing the two of them over.

"Hi." Rory stood in the doorway, a sweet smile on her face.

"Hi, Aunt Rory," Rosa said shyly, walking up to her.

Rory knelt down and gave her a little hug. "Hey. What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

"Nothing," Mr. Adams supplied. Rosa looked back and smiled at him. "I was just having a little talk with Rosa. So you're her aunt?"

"Well, sort of. I'm dating her father," Rory explained.

"Oh. So you're her father's girlfriend?" Mr. Adams asked.

Rory nodded then turned to Rosa. "You ready to go?"

Rosa also nodded. "Yeah."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rosa," said Mr. Adams.

"OK," Rosa called back as she and Rory left out of the classroom, hand in hand.

Mr. Adams propped his feet up on his desk then folded his arms behind his head. Interesting day... very interesting.

A/N: I should have updated sooner. Shame on me. Well, please review.