Previously in "I am the Tower Around Which You Orbited: Glass Slippers"

There we were on the floor: her, braless, me with my hands up her shirt. I knew not to go in the front of her shirt yet, and I did have some self-control.

The bell chimed as someone stepped inside. "Hello? Can I get some service here?"

Dean.

Chapter Four: I Just Can't Look, It's Killing Me

"Hello?" He called again. From the floor, Rory and I were panicked. Luckily, we were behind the counter. I popped up, giving her time to rehook her bra and try to look not quite so messy.

"Yes?"

"You're the only one here?"

"Yeah. Well, Caesar's here also. What'll it be?"

"Why were you on the floor?"

"I dropped something. I was cleaning it up."

"Okay… You forgot to clean up someone's food."

"I am aware of that, but I was cleaning up the mess off of the floor, so I didn't have time to get the food."

"Okay, whatever. I'll just have a coffee to go."

"Anything in that coffee?"

"No."

"Okay then. Plain, black coffee to go." I picked up one of the paper cups for coffee-to-go, and maneuvered around Rory (still on the floor) to get to the coffee.

"Why are you so jumpy, Jess?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because if you were doing something that would potentially hurt Rory, I'll kill you."

I handed him his coffee. "Look, Dean, I care about Rory more than you think I do. I am her boyfriend now, and she can chose to do what she wants with me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"What the hell did you do to her?"

"I did nothing. I told you I was cleaning up something that fell."

"Which was?"

"Huh?"

"What fell?"

"Ketchup bottle. It broke. Ketchup everywhere. Its not a pretty sight." I said that, knowing that who was really down there was a pretty sight.

"Its still back there, then? If you were cleaning it up when I came in?"

"Yes, it is."

"Haven't seen you watching your step. And if something had fallen, then wouldn't there be glass and ketchup everywhere?"

"You're such a sleuth. Okay, so nothing did fall and break. I was just on the floor, and that's all you need to know." I tried to walk out from behind the counter, but accidentally kicked Rory's foot, startling both her and me. She yelped quietly, but Dean heard it.

"What the hell was that?"

"Just take your coffee and go."

"Is there somebody back there?"

"Its none of your business, Dean-o. Just go."

"Is that Rory?"

"No. Go away."

"You're getting awfully defensive for it not being Rory."

"Dean, just leave." He walked around the counter, and I tried to stop him, but he saw what he needed to.

"Rory, what are you doing back there? I swear to god, Jess, I will kill you."

"You don't have to kill him, Dean. We weren't doing anything."

"If you're on the floor behind the counter with him, and you have to hide when a customer comes in, I'd call that doing something." Just as Dean was advancing toward Rory and I, the door opened again, and Luke walked in with a bag in his hand. He looked from Dean to Rory, to me, standing beside her protectively.

"Now, what did I just walk in on?"

"Nothing. We're done here. Dean was just about to leave," Rory said slowly.

He took his coffee from the counter and stormed out, slamming the door of the diner behind him. Watching him walk away fuming was just fun for me, even if he had threatened to kill me.

Rory turned to me and said; "I'll see you tonight." Giving me a light kiss on the check before pulling her shirt sleeves down between her thumbs and forefingers on each side, nervously. "Bye, Luke." She walked out the door and in the direction of Sookie's place.

Luke just stared at me. "What?" I said, defensive already, and walked up to the apartment.

I was sitting on my bed, my head in my hands. I couldn't stand Dean. And maybe he had pushed it too far with Rory down there. But at least she didn't seem to find me completely repulsive, as the invitation for that night still stood.

The door opened and Luke walked in, confused. He pulled a chair from the table over to where my side was. "You wanna tell me what happened?" I just kept my head in my hands, not moving. "You're not going to tell me what happened." I picked my head up, sighed, and fell back on the bed.

"I'm kinda tired Luke. I'm going to Rory's at seven tonight, so I'll see you later."

"Fine." He continued to sit in the chair, until I looked over at him. "What made Dean so pissed?"

"Nothing. Just my mere existence can't seem to make it inside that thick-headed skull of his. He's still pissed that Rory fucked him over for me and to be quite honest, I'm sick of it."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"Did you just confide in me?" I looked over at him, confused. I had, in fact, just confided in Luke.

"No…"

"Okay then. Well, I'm going back to work. You have four hours, mister, so you'd better spend some of it helping me out."

"Fine."

"Jess…"

"Yes, Luke?"

"Thank you for confiding in me."

"I didn't confide in you. I'm just tired and can't think straight is all." But Luke still left with a smile on his face. I kicked myself for opening my mouth. I then rolled over to look at the phone, deciding whether or not to call Rory. I decided to not and just continue reading my Vonnegut.

THE END of chapter four
"He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimmingthrough sick lullabies
Chokingon your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mr. Brightside"

-The Killers, "Mr. Brightside"

that's four chapters in one day, no more today. comment.