Hey guys! I'm really sorry about the chapter mess-up. Here is the
REAL chapter 7, and chapter 8 is almost done and should be up tonight!
I really want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed. It's nice to know that people are actually reading and enjoying my stuff. I especially want to say thanks to smile, whose review was really in depth.
Everything that you recognize from Gilmore Girls the show belongs to Amy S-P and the WB. Everything else is mine.
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Rory looked at her watch. She had been standing across the street from Doose's market for fifteen minutes. She sighed. This was ridiculous. She had to go in. In order for her to feel right with what was going on with Jess, she had to talk to Dean. Things at the dance marathon had ended so quickly, and she needed to sort things out with him before she felt right in this relationship with Jess.
Rory took a deep breath and walked towards the familiar market. She walked in the door and saw Dean as soon as she walked in. Even though she was here to see him, she was still surprised by his presence. She was facing his back, but she recognized the hair. Had it really only been two weeks since she had been dancing so close to him, their bodies pressed together? If someone had asked her, only two weeks ago, if she would have been this scared to talk to Dean, what would she have said? She took another breath. She had to get this overwith. She had to do it now. Throwing her shoulders back, so that she appeared to be 100 times more confident than she actually felt, she approached the counter where Dean was ringing up a customer. On her way over, she grabbed a package of Twizzlers. For some reason, she felt like she needed something in her hand. She came up to Dean's counter.
Dean looked up. He appeared startled for a moment, then he simply took the bag of candy from Rory, passed the scanner over them, and asked, still looking at the plastic wrapper, "Will that be all?"
"Dean."
"Paper or plastic?" He spat out through clenched teeth, still not looking at Rory.
Rory dug a dollar out of her pocket, dropped it on the counter, and said, "We really need to talk." She reached out, almost subconsciously, and touched Dean's cheek. "Please?"
Dean reacted to her touch like he would if she had put a molten piece of metal to his cheek. "Five minutes," he said quietly, and then he turned and left the store, leading Rory outside. He still hadn't looked at her.
Once they got outside, Rory began to speak.
"Dean. Look, I really didn't mean to hurt you?"
"I know that. But you did."
"I know, and I can't believe I did. You don't deserve to be hurt like that. You are such a good person. Dean, you were such a good boyfriend."
Dean was racing ahead, and Rory was having a hard time keeping up with his long strides.
"Is he better?"
"What?"
"Jess? Is he a better boyfriend?"
"Dean, we aren't talking about Jess."
"I asked a question."
"Well, we aren't actually going out."
"Yet." Dean paused, and then stopped walking, and turned to look at her. "Rory, I don't need this right now. We're never going to be together again. I understand that. And while I don't like it, I know that I am going to have to accept it. So can you just leave me alone now?"
Rory's eyes filled with tears, but she choked them back. "Sure Dean, whatever you say."
Dean turned on his heel and walked in brisk stride's back to Doose's.
"I'm sorry!" she called after him, "I'm sorry."
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Rory walked slowly into Luke's and sank down into a chair at the counter. Jess approached her, placed a blue mug in front of her, and filled it with coffee. He smiled, and then noticed her sad look.
"What's wrong?"
Rory looked up at him, wiped her eyes quickly, and forced a smile, "nothing."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I just had to wrap some stuff up with Dean," Jess' face froze at his name, "but he didn't take it too well."
Jess didn't know whether to be upset at Rory, or for her. He was used to having to deal with no one's emotions but his own. Now that he had found someone that he cared for, it was harder to only think for himself. "Oh. Well, um."
"Don't worry," Rory sniffed, "I am so over him. I just. I hate making people upset."
Jess smiled at how pure and innocent she was. She was such a good person. It was part of what he had been drawn to the moment he met her. "Well, you make me happy, if that helps."
Rory smiled at him. "Thanks for the coffee. I'll see you later?"
"Sure."
On her walk home, Rory thought to herself about how quickly her feelings for Jess had grown. She had been thinking a lot about that kiss as well. It had been so sweet. So innocent. And she wanted more such kisses from him. She had to tell him. She would call him, she decided, as soon as she got home. She would leave a message on the phone in the apartment, asking Jess to meet her on the bridge that night.
I really want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed. It's nice to know that people are actually reading and enjoying my stuff. I especially want to say thanks to smile, whose review was really in depth.
Everything that you recognize from Gilmore Girls the show belongs to Amy S-P and the WB. Everything else is mine.
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Rory looked at her watch. She had been standing across the street from Doose's market for fifteen minutes. She sighed. This was ridiculous. She had to go in. In order for her to feel right with what was going on with Jess, she had to talk to Dean. Things at the dance marathon had ended so quickly, and she needed to sort things out with him before she felt right in this relationship with Jess.
Rory took a deep breath and walked towards the familiar market. She walked in the door and saw Dean as soon as she walked in. Even though she was here to see him, she was still surprised by his presence. She was facing his back, but she recognized the hair. Had it really only been two weeks since she had been dancing so close to him, their bodies pressed together? If someone had asked her, only two weeks ago, if she would have been this scared to talk to Dean, what would she have said? She took another breath. She had to get this overwith. She had to do it now. Throwing her shoulders back, so that she appeared to be 100 times more confident than she actually felt, she approached the counter where Dean was ringing up a customer. On her way over, she grabbed a package of Twizzlers. For some reason, she felt like she needed something in her hand. She came up to Dean's counter.
Dean looked up. He appeared startled for a moment, then he simply took the bag of candy from Rory, passed the scanner over them, and asked, still looking at the plastic wrapper, "Will that be all?"
"Dean."
"Paper or plastic?" He spat out through clenched teeth, still not looking at Rory.
Rory dug a dollar out of her pocket, dropped it on the counter, and said, "We really need to talk." She reached out, almost subconsciously, and touched Dean's cheek. "Please?"
Dean reacted to her touch like he would if she had put a molten piece of metal to his cheek. "Five minutes," he said quietly, and then he turned and left the store, leading Rory outside. He still hadn't looked at her.
Once they got outside, Rory began to speak.
"Dean. Look, I really didn't mean to hurt you?"
"I know that. But you did."
"I know, and I can't believe I did. You don't deserve to be hurt like that. You are such a good person. Dean, you were such a good boyfriend."
Dean was racing ahead, and Rory was having a hard time keeping up with his long strides.
"Is he better?"
"What?"
"Jess? Is he a better boyfriend?"
"Dean, we aren't talking about Jess."
"I asked a question."
"Well, we aren't actually going out."
"Yet." Dean paused, and then stopped walking, and turned to look at her. "Rory, I don't need this right now. We're never going to be together again. I understand that. And while I don't like it, I know that I am going to have to accept it. So can you just leave me alone now?"
Rory's eyes filled with tears, but she choked them back. "Sure Dean, whatever you say."
Dean turned on his heel and walked in brisk stride's back to Doose's.
"I'm sorry!" she called after him, "I'm sorry."
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Rory walked slowly into Luke's and sank down into a chair at the counter. Jess approached her, placed a blue mug in front of her, and filled it with coffee. He smiled, and then noticed her sad look.
"What's wrong?"
Rory looked up at him, wiped her eyes quickly, and forced a smile, "nothing."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I just had to wrap some stuff up with Dean," Jess' face froze at his name, "but he didn't take it too well."
Jess didn't know whether to be upset at Rory, or for her. He was used to having to deal with no one's emotions but his own. Now that he had found someone that he cared for, it was harder to only think for himself. "Oh. Well, um."
"Don't worry," Rory sniffed, "I am so over him. I just. I hate making people upset."
Jess smiled at how pure and innocent she was. She was such a good person. It was part of what he had been drawn to the moment he met her. "Well, you make me happy, if that helps."
Rory smiled at him. "Thanks for the coffee. I'll see you later?"
"Sure."
On her walk home, Rory thought to herself about how quickly her feelings for Jess had grown. She had been thinking a lot about that kiss as well. It had been so sweet. So innocent. And she wanted more such kisses from him. She had to tell him. She would call him, she decided, as soon as she got home. She would leave a message on the phone in the apartment, asking Jess to meet her on the bridge that night.