Chapter 8: Worst December
[Rory]
The first thing Rory saw when she woke up was the digital clock that read 6:00 A.M. Her gaze trailed down to her dress, which lay in a wet ball on the floor (it was probably dry now or at least damp). Well, that dress is ruined forever, she thought. She looked down at the arm wrapped around her waist and up to the head that was resting on her bare shoulder, still asleep.
Rory smiled and closed her eyes. Last night had been great. It was better than the first time and even better that Noah. But, her happy thoughts disappeared when Noah's name came into mind and horrible flashbacks ran in her head.
He's Dean. My Dean.
He's not your Dean. He's Lindsay's Dean. You're the other woman.
I WORK MY ASS OFF AND YOU DON'T APRECIATE IT!
I DON'T HAVE TO APRECIATE IT! IT'S YOUR JOB!
He was cheating and you were cheating with him.
You're a terrible husband!
You're a disrespectful wife!
You dumped him! You rejected him! You picked someone else.
Rory sat up bolt right. What was she doing? She was still married! How could she jump into a relationship when she was still married?
"Oh, my god!" Rory said, out loud. "Oh, my god!"
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, sitting up.
Rory threw the covers off and grabbed her damp dress and covered herself while she ran into the bathroom and threw the dress over her head.
"Rory," Dean said, from the other room. "Say something."
"I can't believe we did that," Rory answered.
"Was it a good 'can't believe it' or a bad 'can't believe it?'" Dean asked.
"Good and bad," Rory said, coming out of the bathroom with her dress unzipped. Dean was outside with his pants on and he was sitting on the bed with his shirt unbuttoned.
"I mean, it was great," Rory said, looking for her hair clip. "Oh, my god, it was great! It was better than last time."
"I'm glad," Dean said, buttoning his shirt.
"But, I'm married!" Rory said, her voice getting louder. "I'm married! I cheated on my husband!"
"He cheated on you first," Dean said.
Rory found the clip on the desk and fixed her hair back into the bun she had on the night before. She then tried to fix her dress, but the zipper was stuck.
"That doesn't justify it," Rory said, trying to zip her dress up.
"You did not cheat on him," Dean said. "You moved out. You're separated. You guys are separated."
"We didn't file for divorce yet," Rory said, getting impatient with the zipper. "We're still married. What I did was wrong. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE DAMN ZIPPER?"
Dean walked over to Rory, his shirt half-buttoned, and fixed her dress and zipped it up.
"You have to calm down," Dean said.
"I can't calm down," Rory said. "I was wearing tights."
Dean took Rory's tights and threw them at her and she caught it.
"Rory, last night-"he began.
"I have to get out of here!" Rory said, slipping on her shoes. "I'm not thinking clearly."
Rory left without another word and ran all the way home. Thank god today was her day off. Rory wanted to stay in her room and never come back out. She should've just ran out of the room last night. But, she didn't.
Rory slipped into the house and snuck into her room. What have I gotten myself into? She thought.
[Dean]
It was Monday afternoon and Dean was tired. He'd been working like a dog all day. All he could think about was last Friday night. Since he slept with her and he couldn't stop thinking about her. His old feelings were back and it wasn't the way to go.
Rory initiated the whole thing. She kissed him first, so she must've felt the same way. But, why did Rory react the way she did? She was separated from her husband (which was something he should've done with his wife four years ago). The biggest puzzler of all was that she didn't come into work today.
Dean walked up to the front desk where Lorelai was sitting at the computer. What she was doing, he didn't know.
"Yes, Michel?" she asked.
"Try again," Dean said.
"Dean," Lorelai said.
"Right answer."
"Can I help you?"
"Where's Rory? I need to talk to her."
"She's taking another day off."
Her day off was Saturday. She was taking another day off? This did not sound right to Dean. It sounded like she was avoiding him.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," Lorelai said. "She said she wasn't feeling well."
"Huh."
"She seemed fine, but she said she didn't want to get the guests sick, so I let her stay at home."
Yep, she's avoiding me, Dean thought.
"Do you mind if I go home early?" Dean asked.
Lorelai looked up from the computer screen to look at him. "Why?" she asked.
"I'm really tired," Dean said. "And I need to talk to Rory."
"Fine," Lorelai said. "But, this is just a one-time. You do this again, I'm taking an hour's worth off your paycheck."
"Thanks," Dean said.
Dean got in his car and drove to the Gilmore-Danes house. It was really clear that Rory was avoiding him and it was pissing him off. He wanted to know why she was avoiding him and he wasn't leaving the house until he had answers.
When he got to the house, he got out of the car and rang the bell in ten seconds. Rory answered dressed in jeans and a casual gray shirt. She did not look sick, but she did look surprised to see him.
"What are you-"Rory began.
"I needed to talk to you," Dean said. "You're mom said you're sick, but it looks like you made a speedy recovery."
"Dean, could you tell me what you're-"Rory began again.
"Are you avoiding me?" Dean cut her off again.
Rory poked her head out the door and looked over at Babette and Morey's house. Their car was in the driveway and their windows were open. That meant they were home.
"Come inside," Rory said. "If anything gets ugly out here, I don't want Babette to find out."
Dean walked inside and stood in the living room. Rory stood five feet away from him.
"I have my reasons," Rory said. "What happened Friday night was the reason we had to stay away from each other in the first place. I said we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other and I was right."
"Rory, we've been around each other for a month," Dean said.
"The time frame doesn't matter," Rory said. "We still did it."
"I'm divorced!" The volume in Dean's voice rose.
"But, I'm not!" The volume in Rory's voice matched Dean's.
"You're separated!"
"So? I can't jump into anything! I don't even know what that mean to you!"
Dean took a deep breath. He didn't want to, but he had to level it with her.
"Rory," Dean said. "I spent two years trying to get you out of my head, but I didn't really succeed until last year and that didn't even last long because you came crying into the Inn."
"You're blaming this on me?" Rory asked.
"No," Dean was slowly losing his patience. "I missed you. That night meant a lot to me. Now you."
"Now me, what?" Rory asked.
"You say something" Dean said.
"Are you crazy?" Rory asked.
That caught Dean off guard.
"Come again?" Dean asked.
"I'm a married woman," Rory said. "Does that mean anything to you?"
"You don't live with your husband," Dean said. "You split up."
"But, I'm not divorced!" Rory said. "I don't even know what I want! I don't even know how I feel about you! I don't even know if I'm over Noah! For all I know, I could've been trying to get back at him!"
That hit Dean. If she didn't know, then she definitely wasn't over him. Dean suddenly felt stupid for coming over.
"You're not over Noah?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Rory said. "Yeah, I haven't been thinking about him, but that doesn't mean anything."
"So, that night meant nothing to you?" Dean asked.
Rory sighed. "I can't lie to you, Dean," Rory said. "It meant a lot to me, but I'm really not sure what I want right now. I don't think I'll know what I want until I file for divorce. I just need some time to think about things."
Dean didn't know what she was saying, but to him she was saying, "I can't do this."
"I see," Dean said. "I'm going to go."
"I'm sorry," Rory said.
"Me, too," Dean said. "Sorry I gave you a hard time."
Dean turned around and kissed her. He had to. He couldn't leave without doing it. He finally pulled away and then left the house. It wasn't going to happen. Now, he really had to get Rory Gilmore out of his head.
"December's gone
It came and went
All I really need is you
I'm waiting here for you
December's gone
It came and went"- Sugarcult
A/N: It'll get more interesting. Trust me. I couldn't think of a better song so I had to pick another metaphorical song (like chapter 6). Chapter 9 is coming soon
[Rory]
The first thing Rory saw when she woke up was the digital clock that read 6:00 A.M. Her gaze trailed down to her dress, which lay in a wet ball on the floor (it was probably dry now or at least damp). Well, that dress is ruined forever, she thought. She looked down at the arm wrapped around her waist and up to the head that was resting on her bare shoulder, still asleep.
Rory smiled and closed her eyes. Last night had been great. It was better than the first time and even better that Noah. But, her happy thoughts disappeared when Noah's name came into mind and horrible flashbacks ran in her head.
He's Dean. My Dean.
He's not your Dean. He's Lindsay's Dean. You're the other woman.
I WORK MY ASS OFF AND YOU DON'T APRECIATE IT!
I DON'T HAVE TO APRECIATE IT! IT'S YOUR JOB!
He was cheating and you were cheating with him.
You're a terrible husband!
You're a disrespectful wife!
You dumped him! You rejected him! You picked someone else.
Rory sat up bolt right. What was she doing? She was still married! How could she jump into a relationship when she was still married?
"Oh, my god!" Rory said, out loud. "Oh, my god!"
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, sitting up.
Rory threw the covers off and grabbed her damp dress and covered herself while she ran into the bathroom and threw the dress over her head.
"Rory," Dean said, from the other room. "Say something."
"I can't believe we did that," Rory answered.
"Was it a good 'can't believe it' or a bad 'can't believe it?'" Dean asked.
"Good and bad," Rory said, coming out of the bathroom with her dress unzipped. Dean was outside with his pants on and he was sitting on the bed with his shirt unbuttoned.
"I mean, it was great," Rory said, looking for her hair clip. "Oh, my god, it was great! It was better than last time."
"I'm glad," Dean said, buttoning his shirt.
"But, I'm married!" Rory said, her voice getting louder. "I'm married! I cheated on my husband!"
"He cheated on you first," Dean said.
Rory found the clip on the desk and fixed her hair back into the bun she had on the night before. She then tried to fix her dress, but the zipper was stuck.
"That doesn't justify it," Rory said, trying to zip her dress up.
"You did not cheat on him," Dean said. "You moved out. You're separated. You guys are separated."
"We didn't file for divorce yet," Rory said, getting impatient with the zipper. "We're still married. What I did was wrong. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE DAMN ZIPPER?"
Dean walked over to Rory, his shirt half-buttoned, and fixed her dress and zipped it up.
"You have to calm down," Dean said.
"I can't calm down," Rory said. "I was wearing tights."
Dean took Rory's tights and threw them at her and she caught it.
"Rory, last night-"he began.
"I have to get out of here!" Rory said, slipping on her shoes. "I'm not thinking clearly."
Rory left without another word and ran all the way home. Thank god today was her day off. Rory wanted to stay in her room and never come back out. She should've just ran out of the room last night. But, she didn't.
Rory slipped into the house and snuck into her room. What have I gotten myself into? She thought.
[Dean]
It was Monday afternoon and Dean was tired. He'd been working like a dog all day. All he could think about was last Friday night. Since he slept with her and he couldn't stop thinking about her. His old feelings were back and it wasn't the way to go.
Rory initiated the whole thing. She kissed him first, so she must've felt the same way. But, why did Rory react the way she did? She was separated from her husband (which was something he should've done with his wife four years ago). The biggest puzzler of all was that she didn't come into work today.
Dean walked up to the front desk where Lorelai was sitting at the computer. What she was doing, he didn't know.
"Yes, Michel?" she asked.
"Try again," Dean said.
"Dean," Lorelai said.
"Right answer."
"Can I help you?"
"Where's Rory? I need to talk to her."
"She's taking another day off."
Her day off was Saturday. She was taking another day off? This did not sound right to Dean. It sounded like she was avoiding him.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," Lorelai said. "She said she wasn't feeling well."
"Huh."
"She seemed fine, but she said she didn't want to get the guests sick, so I let her stay at home."
Yep, she's avoiding me, Dean thought.
"Do you mind if I go home early?" Dean asked.
Lorelai looked up from the computer screen to look at him. "Why?" she asked.
"I'm really tired," Dean said. "And I need to talk to Rory."
"Fine," Lorelai said. "But, this is just a one-time. You do this again, I'm taking an hour's worth off your paycheck."
"Thanks," Dean said.
Dean got in his car and drove to the Gilmore-Danes house. It was really clear that Rory was avoiding him and it was pissing him off. He wanted to know why she was avoiding him and he wasn't leaving the house until he had answers.
When he got to the house, he got out of the car and rang the bell in ten seconds. Rory answered dressed in jeans and a casual gray shirt. She did not look sick, but she did look surprised to see him.
"What are you-"Rory began.
"I needed to talk to you," Dean said. "You're mom said you're sick, but it looks like you made a speedy recovery."
"Dean, could you tell me what you're-"Rory began again.
"Are you avoiding me?" Dean cut her off again.
Rory poked her head out the door and looked over at Babette and Morey's house. Their car was in the driveway and their windows were open. That meant they were home.
"Come inside," Rory said. "If anything gets ugly out here, I don't want Babette to find out."
Dean walked inside and stood in the living room. Rory stood five feet away from him.
"I have my reasons," Rory said. "What happened Friday night was the reason we had to stay away from each other in the first place. I said we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other and I was right."
"Rory, we've been around each other for a month," Dean said.
"The time frame doesn't matter," Rory said. "We still did it."
"I'm divorced!" The volume in Dean's voice rose.
"But, I'm not!" The volume in Rory's voice matched Dean's.
"You're separated!"
"So? I can't jump into anything! I don't even know what that mean to you!"
Dean took a deep breath. He didn't want to, but he had to level it with her.
"Rory," Dean said. "I spent two years trying to get you out of my head, but I didn't really succeed until last year and that didn't even last long because you came crying into the Inn."
"You're blaming this on me?" Rory asked.
"No," Dean was slowly losing his patience. "I missed you. That night meant a lot to me. Now you."
"Now me, what?" Rory asked.
"You say something" Dean said.
"Are you crazy?" Rory asked.
That caught Dean off guard.
"Come again?" Dean asked.
"I'm a married woman," Rory said. "Does that mean anything to you?"
"You don't live with your husband," Dean said. "You split up."
"But, I'm not divorced!" Rory said. "I don't even know what I want! I don't even know how I feel about you! I don't even know if I'm over Noah! For all I know, I could've been trying to get back at him!"
That hit Dean. If she didn't know, then she definitely wasn't over him. Dean suddenly felt stupid for coming over.
"You're not over Noah?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Rory said. "Yeah, I haven't been thinking about him, but that doesn't mean anything."
"So, that night meant nothing to you?" Dean asked.
Rory sighed. "I can't lie to you, Dean," Rory said. "It meant a lot to me, but I'm really not sure what I want right now. I don't think I'll know what I want until I file for divorce. I just need some time to think about things."
Dean didn't know what she was saying, but to him she was saying, "I can't do this."
"I see," Dean said. "I'm going to go."
"I'm sorry," Rory said.
"Me, too," Dean said. "Sorry I gave you a hard time."
Dean turned around and kissed her. He had to. He couldn't leave without doing it. He finally pulled away and then left the house. It wasn't going to happen. Now, he really had to get Rory Gilmore out of his head.
"December's gone
It came and went
All I really need is you
I'm waiting here for you
December's gone
It came and went"- Sugarcult
A/N: It'll get more interesting. Trust me. I couldn't think of a better song so I had to pick another metaphorical song (like chapter 6). Chapter 9 is coming soon