A/n sorry it took so long to post but school started and you know how it goes and I assume you don't really want to here me complain about the complexities of freshman algebra or spanish so let's begin..

RORY'S POV

I walked into the house weary and frustrated. The front door made a thunderous disturbance in the silent front hall. Stomping my feet and peeling off layers of clothes and bagslike second skin all the while thinking about the knock out, drag out malicious fight that Dean and I had just had.

It was, over Tristan again. The more I thought about the more pissed off I became ever since we had gotten back together things just hadn't seemed right. The spark was gone I had realized that today standing their in front of Fran's Bakery listening to Dean complain about Tristan like a six year old complains about having his favorite toy being taken away.Andme yelling backthat there was nothing going on between me and him and tht I would never do that to him.

And then just when I thought it couldn't get any worse he gave me an ultimatum. Him or Me Dean had said I told him I had to go and had stalked off clenching my fists and griding my teeth. I reamained prerrt stoic through the whol walk home untilI got tomyfrontporch.That's when the realization sunk in I began to understand that we were only dating because theirs comfort in consistency. (If you can name the movie that last phrase was from I would be so proud)

Their was no spark, no butterflies, no blushing or any other painstakingly old cliché's anymore their was just a certain safety and solace I felt with Dean. With all these thoughts drifting around in my head I walked into the kitchen and turned the coffee pot on while I waited for mom.

I had finished my second cup when she arrived. She blew through the door with a chaotic self-assured air to her. She looked at me and plopped down "What's wrong Dawson." She asked with mock concern.

"Nothing much Joey." I said barely suppressing a giggle. I got up then, walked to the Formica counter and busied myself by filling two cups of coffee.

"Are you going to tell me your troubles our am I going to have to deprave you of coffee until you crack. Then I have to send the over friendly men in the eggshell white coats to take you away.." Lorelai said. Noticing that I was less chatty then normal. Interlacing her fingers one the table in front of her. I sat down and stared into my coffee cup.

"Me and Dean are nearing the end of our relationship." I blurted out absentmindedly "I mean, I love him...or at least I thought I did..." my voice trailed and my eyes then left the coffee and searched for some form of emotion in my mothers face. She was shell shocked I don't think that's what she expected to hear come out of my mouth. Hell, that's not even what I expected to say It's one thing to think it but entirely different to say it aloud. It makes it more real when you say it aloud like before I could just push that little thought in to the corner of my mind and ignore it but now, their was no taking it back.

"What do you mean you thought you did? Lorelai asked confusion was now written upon her face.

"I mean from the beginning of us getting back together something felt a little off, now with Tristan the whole thing is magnified. I think the whole reason I told Dean that I loved him that day at the school was because I was afraid. Of losing him afraid of what I would do without him and most of all afraid that I would remain feeling as horrible as I had been after the break-up." I stopped their trying to gage a reaction from the person who's opinion mattered most.

I could feel the sting of unshed tears in my eyes and my throat grew hot.

"It's Tristan isn't it?" she asked softly.

I truly didn't have an answer for the question I wanted to say no of course not but then, I think of us on the porch that night or us at Madeleine's party and then I'm not so sure that I don't. Well, I couldn't even begin to think about that right now I mean I still had Dean. But the thing was I'm not sure I really wanted him anymore. Pandoras Box that' what this situation was. I felt a single fat salty tear leak out. As I gave up all attempts at composure. "No I don't. I mean I can't..." my voice took on a hoarse tone. And with that I broke down.

All the tears spilled over the rim and poured down my face. I opened my mouth in large open mouthed sobs. It was all to much. The Dean thing and actually realizing that it was over. The unexplored territory of my feeling for Tristan. Lorelai came over put her arm around me pulled me closer as I continued to bawl. Things would be ok and logically I knew that but I needed to let it all out if only for a little while.

So now I knew what I had to do it was just a matter of doing it. I collected myself as much as possible. Thanked my mother. And picked up the phone, my hands were shaking, and dialed a number. "Dean hey, can you meet me at the gazebo in an hour. Kay thanks"

I then, poured a cup of coffee into my travel cup and started to pull my winter clothes back on squared my shoulders took a deep breath and headed out the door.

A/N

Ok I know it's short but i hope it's good PLEASE REVIEW! im not above begging for them. If I have thirty review at the end of the story I thing i'll cry.