A/N: This is an improv piece. I randomly chose Dean. Please Read and Review.
Dean sat on the bench by the bus stop. He wondered when Rory would get home. He was in love with her. It was the only way to explain it. He recapped his day. English class. He was now at a C. Well, that sucked. And now he was on the hockey team. That was good.
Lunch was always an interesting affair. He sat at the Jock/Cheerleader table as categorized by Lane. Todd sat there, as did a few cheerleaders and their friends. Lane was always under Janie's wing and he was always on the other side discussing plays with jocks and other guys with all their brawn. It wasn't really intelligent. But it was something. He wasn't one of those people, like Rory, who hung around with intelligent people, making intelligent conversation. He usually just hung out. Like someone normal. But she wasn't normal. She was pretty darn special. She wasn't like one of those Jennifer Love Hewitt chicks, covered in mascara. She had depth and substance. And a pretty smile.
Today was an interesting day. It happened all the time. But he would smile and remember what he had, who he had. And how lucky he was. And there was no way he could even think about it. Today he'd gotten an offer. It had been in his Spanish class. Away from the prying eyes of Lane as he was sure that his asker had been sure of.
Lindsay Lister. She was nice. She was cute. He would've gone out with her anytime in Chicago. In fact, he would've made a pass at her if he hadn't seen Rory first. She was sweet. But she wasn't a Rory. She didn't always have a Walkman in her ears or a book in her hand. She was smart as well. She was no Rory, but she was smart.
"Do you maybe wanna go get a coffee sometime?" she asked, sweetly. She was dressed in pink. He wouldn't have thought that he could've preferred a Chilton uniform. But he did. And he told her, "I would, um, love to. But I sort of have a girlfriend."
"Oh, well. That's not embarrassing at all." She smiled and bounded away. He smiled back at her. It could've been easy. He could've agreed, went on a nice date. Started something. Maybe a year ago. But now, he was in love. Maybe in his next lifetime.
The bus pulled up and down came Rory Gilmore. And he stopped thinking about Lindsay. In fact, he stopped thinking about anything at all. And he didn't need to.
She said her hello and greeted him with a kiss. And it was all he needed.
