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Amy S-P and the WB. The plot line and words here are mine.
---------- Rory was a mess. When she had been sitting with Jess, everything had been perfect. Everything seemed right. But now, hours after he had risen after holding her like that for a long time, gently brushed his lips over hers once more, and silently left through the front door, Rory was pacing. She didn't know why this felt so. so wrong.
You're not with Dean anymore, she told herself, you are allowed to like other people.
But no matter how much she tried to convince herself that she was doing nothing wrong, she couldn't let herself relax. What she really wanted was to talk to her mother. She knew that Lorelai didn't really like Jess, but she also knew that her mother would give her good advice about what to do. The only problem was the note she had found after Jess had left:
Rory, I'm at you-know-who's drinking some you-know-what. Come join me if you don't have too much homework. Love, Mom
Rory did know who "you-know-who" was, but she didn't want to go there. Going to Luke's would only mean she would have to face Jess, and as much as she wanted to see him, another part of her was saying that she should wait until she had talked to her mother.
With nothing else to do, Rory buried herself in her work. She tried not to think about anything but Harvard. Even in her usually very sensible mind, she had this idea that if she didn't think about her feelings, they would just go away.
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"Hello darling daughter!" Lorelai called, coming in the front door. She waltzed into the kitchen. She saw Rory, sitting at the kitchen table, working furiously at her Calculus homework.
"Hey baby cakes! Whatcha doing?"
"Calculus."
"Rory?" Lorelai said, reaching over to take the textbook that was propped up on a box of cookies. Rory looked up and frowned at her mother.
"What?" she responded.
"Do you have something you need to tell Mommy?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You seem upset."
Was it that apparent? Rory sighed. "Yeah."
They walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Um. well." Rory clasped her hands, then unclasped them. She continued this folding and unfolding of her hands in her lap, furrowing her brow as she stared at them.
"Yes?" Lorelai said, patiently.
"Well. you remember the night of the dance marathon, right?"
"Yes, I do believe that. unless Kirk winning was all another nightmare?"
"No, that's the one, but that's not the part I'm talking about."
Lorelai looked at her daughter kindly. "Are we talking about the part where you and Dean." Lorelai trailed off.
"Um. not really. kind of." Rory began to systematically crack her knuckles, one by one. She looked at her mother's face. "We're talking about the part where Dean accused me of liking Jess as more than a friend."
"Are we suggesting," Lorelai reached out to place a lock of Rory's hair behind her ear, "That Dean may have been right?"
Rory stared at her mother, and Lorelai knew that she had been right.
---------- Rory was a mess. When she had been sitting with Jess, everything had been perfect. Everything seemed right. But now, hours after he had risen after holding her like that for a long time, gently brushed his lips over hers once more, and silently left through the front door, Rory was pacing. She didn't know why this felt so. so wrong.
You're not with Dean anymore, she told herself, you are allowed to like other people.
But no matter how much she tried to convince herself that she was doing nothing wrong, she couldn't let herself relax. What she really wanted was to talk to her mother. She knew that Lorelai didn't really like Jess, but she also knew that her mother would give her good advice about what to do. The only problem was the note she had found after Jess had left:
Rory, I'm at you-know-who's drinking some you-know-what. Come join me if you don't have too much homework. Love, Mom
Rory did know who "you-know-who" was, but she didn't want to go there. Going to Luke's would only mean she would have to face Jess, and as much as she wanted to see him, another part of her was saying that she should wait until she had talked to her mother.
With nothing else to do, Rory buried herself in her work. She tried not to think about anything but Harvard. Even in her usually very sensible mind, she had this idea that if she didn't think about her feelings, they would just go away.
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"Hello darling daughter!" Lorelai called, coming in the front door. She waltzed into the kitchen. She saw Rory, sitting at the kitchen table, working furiously at her Calculus homework.
"Hey baby cakes! Whatcha doing?"
"Calculus."
"Rory?" Lorelai said, reaching over to take the textbook that was propped up on a box of cookies. Rory looked up and frowned at her mother.
"What?" she responded.
"Do you have something you need to tell Mommy?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You seem upset."
Was it that apparent? Rory sighed. "Yeah."
They walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Um. well." Rory clasped her hands, then unclasped them. She continued this folding and unfolding of her hands in her lap, furrowing her brow as she stared at them.
"Yes?" Lorelai said, patiently.
"Well. you remember the night of the dance marathon, right?"
"Yes, I do believe that. unless Kirk winning was all another nightmare?"
"No, that's the one, but that's not the part I'm talking about."
Lorelai looked at her daughter kindly. "Are we talking about the part where you and Dean." Lorelai trailed off.
"Um. not really. kind of." Rory began to systematically crack her knuckles, one by one. She looked at her mother's face. "We're talking about the part where Dean accused me of liking Jess as more than a friend."
"Are we suggesting," Lorelai reached out to place a lock of Rory's hair behind her ear, "That Dean may have been right?"
Rory stared at her mother, and Lorelai knew that she had been right.