2. GIRL TALK MEANS GIRL TALK

Here I was driving amidst the suburbs trying to find the nearest restaurant so that Paris could shut up about her bladder problem.

"Well there's something that looks like a restaurant," sighed Paris, "oh God! There's a frickin' horse and some chickens and cows there. Next."

"Paris, we've been looking for a half-hour now and the past few restaurants we saw, you had a problem with every one of them. Let's just go to this one."

"Fine, but if the fricking chickens take the clean toilets, I'm stuffing one down your throat."

"How appetizing." I smiled.

While Paris took her time in the washroom, I decided to order. "Excuse me. Can I have 2 hamburger platters with 2 cokes and extra extra large fries and I mean extra because right about now, we're ready to eat those chickens you have outside."

"Coming right up," said the waiter. "Harley! Pack up the chickens before they get eaten!" he said to the other worker. I frowned. I hope he knew I was joking. Just then, he glanced at me and smiled. "Your order will be ready in five minutes; you can take a seat at any table."

"Okay so I see chicken poo lying on the floor and I'm thinking, why can't these cheap restaurants give in a little bit of money to make this crappy place at least good enough to pee in. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?" said Paris loud enough for the waiter to hear.

"Paris, shush! Now, you said you needed some girl talk, so what's up?" I said changing the subject.

"Well, Doyle's been giving me a pretty hard time ever since we've moved into our apartment, since, well, you're not going back to school…" Paris stuttered. "Like yesterday, I found out that he doesn't clip his toenails. Come on, we're not in a third world country for god sakes!" Paris said just as the waiter put our trays of food (mostly fries) on our table.

"Is there anything else?" asked the waiter grinning at me.

"No thanks, we're good." I said giving him a quick smile.

After he left, Paris whispered, "What the hell was that Rory?"

"What're you talking about?"

"You totally gave him that, "I'm interested" smile."

"What? No way!" I protested

"And, oh, well, he's totally on to you."

"Shut up. Eat and continue your story." I said rolling my eyes.

"Okay fine, but just to tell you, you're not as innocent as you look Gilmore. Well anyways, I found out Doyle never clips his toenails. Obviously, I was disgusted by that so I talked to my counselor who told me that in a relationship I should be honest and say what I think." Paris took a deep breath.

"And?"

"And well, I told him. Doyle got all pissed off so he hasn't been talking to me for a while. And after that, I noticed that he doesn't even take a shower everyday! How disgusting is that?"

"Whoa! Doyle – Mr. Clean?"

"And then…the next day I met Jamie and well – "

"Oh God! Please don't tell me…you – "I gulped

"Eww Rory! How could you even think that? I didn't sleep with him!"

"Yeah, you probably just kissed him."

"You are one hell of a psychic Gilmore," Paris mumbled.

"How could you Paris? You cheated on Doyle. You're treating Doyle like you treated Jamie before!"

"Hey I didn't tell you this to criticize me okay! I wanted some advice because you seem like the person who knows how to deal with these types of situations."

"What do you mean? How would I know how to deal with this?"

"Well…" Paris began, "you've had experience with this so I want to know what you did."

"Experience? What're you talking about? I've never cheated on – "And suddenly, the memories of my past relationships were flashing inside my head like a movie. I have cheated on my boyfriends before, or rather, boyfriend. Dean. Dean was the one I cheated on twice. Cheating on Dean was a total surprise to me. I still remember that day as clear as glass. It was at Sookie's wedding. I was walking into the forest, until I saw Jess leaning on one of the trees. Even though I was with Dean, I loved Jess. Jess and I had so much in common and we had our moments together. But that day was unexpected. When I looked at Jess, I went straight up to him and kissed him. It was a long one. We both knew there was something very special between us. I never thought how hard it must've been for Dean to accept the fact that his own girlfriend cheated on him. It was quite a heartbreaking moment but in the end I did end up with Jess. But, with Jess, it seemed like I just wasted a lot of my time since Jess left Stars Hollow the following year. After that I saw Jess only twice. The first time he came back, he told me the three words that I least expected to hear from him. I Love You. But after a while, it had no meaning since he just decided to run away again. How pathetic. And the last time I saw him, he came up with his master plan, which was to get settled together somewhere far away from everybody I knew and loved. Of course I rejected him. How could I leave the people I love to go with some jerk? And the last time I heard of him, he was in New York. New York…

"Rory? RORY! Geez, okay, I'm sorry I brought that up, but I seriously need some advice." Paris pleaded.

"That's okay…" I said staring at the ceiling trying to stop my tears from falling out. "First of all Paris, who do you really love? Jamie or Doyle?"

"I don't know – I mean with Doyle I had a very intimate and close relationship. With Jamie it was his knowledge, our interests were the same and he always kept me happy. He was my first love."

"The thing is Paris, if you love Jamie, you have to make sure you won't make a stupid mistake like cheating on Jamie again. He's already been through that once. You can't make him go through it again."

"This is great! I guess I did make the right decision." Paris exclaimed happily.

"You're with Jamie?" I said, shocked.

"Yeah! That's why we're going to New York."

"Jamie's in New York?"

"Yeah. After we kissed, we met each other again and tried to make a decision of whether or not we should have a relationship. Jamie told me, if I truly believed in this relationship, I should meet him in New York this weekend."

"Wow! That's great Paris! That means you dumped Doyle? How'd he take it?"

Paris turned red. "Guess not…" I mumbled.