Here's a quickie…

AN: Reading your reviews make me very excited indeed. I apologize but I am so down with degrading the character of Dean as much as possible. Alliteration is fun. Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed and double thanks to those of you who reviewed for both chapters. Sooo people either want Rory with Tristan or Logan? No jess? Or Finn? Anyone actually rooting for Dean? (that statement made me feel dirty)

LoVe: More murders and mystery coming your way. I may turn up the maturity level slightly in the future so tell me when I'm going to far.

Gg or Shannon: Well, you flatter me. I feel inclined to buy you a small present or something. You vote for Logan and I will take that into consideration…but remember anything can happen.

Justhidden: perfect recommendation. I will probably divulge more into detail in the future just tell me when I go overboard which is highly possible. Any romantic aspects you want to address?

Mzsammiz: Jess will (or should) have a good arch in this story. He will change just not right away. Would he be your choice for Rory?

Chapter III Gel

Rory walked into her house. Her mother was busy at work, per usual, so Rory was left all alone. She had reluctantly accepted a ride home from the police station with Dean. She didn't think it was that bad considered the directions she gave him to get back to his new house were utterly wrong. She giggles a little and then immediately feels bad. Francie was dead.

She didn't like Francie necessarily and they really never even spoke but she just saw some innocent girl stuffed in a locker. Why would this happening here? Why her? Can Rory feel safe anymore? She shakes her head and calls Lane to explain everything.

Logan sits on his bed skimming a book for homework. He is trying to read it but he thoughts keep floating back to a conversation he overheard his father having on the phone with the Jason Stiles, a local cop. He heard about three kids finding a body in one of the lockers at the school.

"Francie something or other is the name, the skinny Gilmore girl, that little pill head, and some new kid found her…."

Logan heard this echoing in his head. He suddenly felt remorse because he didn't feel guilty for Francie…but for Rory to go through such an ordeal seemed horrific. He decided to call a few friends and go to the bonfire early so he could try and catch Rory.

Paris stomped up her front staircase, her hair wisping stiffly back and forth. She got her first tardy which will forever be a dampener on hr permanent record, and Rory had somehow managed to sneak out of the school with her knowing. She began to change into another shirt ripping her jacket off and throwing it against her bed.

"Another shitty day, another shitty bonfire, and its probably going to all be the same tomorrow," Paris mutters to her crazy self.

She continues to change while grabbing her cell phone. One new message. She decides to check it even though it's probably someone with a wrong number. Suddenly she drops her phone and stands still for the first time all day.

"…Just wanted to let you know Paris that Francie was found dead at the school today, fucking weird I know…"

Paris quickly scoops up her phone and listen to the message 14 more times to make sure she hearing correctly.

Tristan looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his shirt slightly. Stephanie walked into the room behind him and tried to approach him as seductively as possible.

"Hey you."

"Yes Stephanie, what can I do for you?"

"The question is what can you do to me."

He stared at her and couldn't help but think about two blue eyes.

"Not tonight."

"When then?"

"Just let me get ready for the bonfire, will you?"

She glared slightly and exited the room. Their families were eating dinner tonight together so he had to continue being polite. He grinned remembering the bonfire was approaching steadily.

"Ready or not Mary, here I come"

He smirked at his own reflection and left the room.

Rory looked at herself in the mirror, as she got ready to go to the bonfire. She wasn't going to go considering she just saw something she had never seen before (and never wanted to see again). Lane begged and pleaded for her to go so she could go as well and see Dave.

"Here I go…" She said in the empty house as she grabbed her keys. She checked her pocket for her five dollars for her necessities. It was gone. Gone!

She vaguely recalls waking up in the overly lit nurses office as Dean set her down on her back. He looked concerned for her she almost cared. She reaches forward to brush his hand off her hip, which he seems to gripping tightly…but its not Deans hand. Jess? She sees him holding on to her with a death grip while mouthing off the every authority figure in the room. She felt a smile appear on her face. He turned to see her waking up and his hand shrunk away from her side. He looked like Jess but something was different in his eyes. What was he hiding?

Now she knew what he was hiding! He took her money even after everything that had just happened. When she saw Jess next she going to call him Jesse until he gave it back or hit her. She hoped it be the first choice and not the second.

Dean looked at himself in the mirror. He thought of Rory and the other boy he was with today. When Rory woke up she smiled at the extra skinny pale kid. Dean's head nodded back and forth dumbly as he thought. A person watching him would mistake him for a "special" kind of boy. He decided she must have smiled because she liked something about him. Dean couldn't get any shorter and skinnier, even thought he tried his hardest. He left out a sigh of defeat until a bottle of gel caught his eye.

"Gel"

He talked to the inanimate object as he applied it to his floppy head of hair. This was sure to make Rory attracted to him. Then they could run and skip and play like the best of couples. They would definatly never find a dead body again because she might fall down again…. He didn't like that.

"Gel" He said again like an idiot.