A.N. Sorry about the typo. Of course, Columbus reached the new world in 1492, not 1942. My bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Rory
When we pulled apart, I instantly felt guilty.
"Ahh!" I screamed in frustration.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his blue eyes concerned.
"I keep kissing you!"
He grinned. "What's wrong with that?"
"I've never been so out of control. It's like I can't help myself. I know I'm with Dean, I know I'm not supposed to be kissing you but yet I still do it anyway."
"How do you feel Rory?"
"I don't know…I feel guilty."
"About me. How do you feel about me?"
"I'm different when I'm with you. Not bad different. It's just that,
As cliché as it sounds, you bring out the crazy in me.
It's like I'm not good, sane Rory anymore and it scares me."
"You don't have to be scared…I'm not going to hurt you."
I looked into his deep blue eyes, knowing he was sincere.
"I believe you don't want to hurt me. But what if you do?"
"Then I would be the stupidest guy in the world."
I smiled. "You're not stupid."
"Yeah, I know all sorts of things about World History."
"What about Dean?"
He winced at the sound of his name. "You have to choose."
"I have to go. I have to think."
"Okay. I'll take you home"
We spent most of the car ride in silence. We finally got to my house. I mumbled thanks and stepped out of the car.
"Rory" he called after me.
I looked back.
"The show at the Pergola, it's tomorrow. Are you gonna go?"
I smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"It kills me to know you're with him." He said sadly.
And with that, he drove away.
A.N. Wow, I finally updated. I hoped you liked this chapter. It's a bit short but I'll update soon. I will finish this story! So who will she choose- Dean? Tristan? Rich boy? Poor boy? Floppy hair? Spiky hair? Okay, I'll stop now. Reviews please!