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Chapter 4
"Come on dude, let's go!"
Tristan looked at his brother humorously. "And what, may I ask am I hurrying for?" a playful grin on his face as he rummaged through his locker to try and find the stupid book for that useless college-prep class.
Joey tried to play it off, "No particular reason, I mean, I just wanna get home, you know?" His gaze slipped from his brother down the hall where there was a cluster of girls all chatting and laughing.
"Uh huh, you just want get home?" Tristan asked. "AHA!" He pulled the book out from under a pile of papers triumphantly. "You mean," He looked at Joey and nudged him in the chest. "You just would like me to hurry up so you can walk by that group of girls that happens to just contain a Miss Madison Perry, am I right?" Tristan gave him a knowing look.
Joey mumbled something under his breath while he jammed his hands into his jacket pockets.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Come on man, you know that's why! Quit busting my balls, will ya?"
Tristan held up his hands in surrender. "Whoa! Dude, I'm just messing with you, alright? I didn't know it meant so much to you, I just thought she was another mild interest. My mistake." Tristan pulled on his coat and slammed his locker shut while Joey held out his bag for him to grab. He exhaled a laugh, "You got it bad, man."
Joey just gazed down the hall. "I know."
The two brothers made their way down the hall at a leisurely pace until they were about to pass the girls. Joey slowed down and Tristan just followed suit. "Joey!" someone called out. His head turned in the direction of the voice, and it was Madison. She smiled at him and moved past a few people until she was next to him. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me around today. I would've been so screwed if you hadn't shown up." She flashed him another smile that he couldn't help but return. "See you tomorrow?" she asked with a bit if hopefulness.
"Of course." Joey responded, sounding much calmer than he felt. He tugged on Tristan's bag strap to get his attention and nodded his head towards the door. Tristan broke his focus from Rory who had caught him several times looking at her…but that meant she was looking at him for some reason.
"See you later ladies."
Tristan began to follow Joey until he heard, "Bye Tristan!" He looked back and saw Abby smiling at him. He winked as he walked away from them and out the doors to the parking lot. Back inside, Rory was still confused as to what just happened with Tristan and why she suddenly felt a monster roar to life in her stomach when Abby said goodbye to him.
There had to be an explanation to it, there had to be. She was just being protective, yeah that's it. She didn't want Abby to have to deal with that snake of a guy. Even as she was thinking it, she felt uneasy referring to him that way. What is going on?
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Abby and Rory were each in their own rooms, working on their homework when Rory heard a knock at the backdoor. Since she was sure that her sister didn't hear it upstairs she heaved herself up from her bed where she was studying and walked through the kitchen. Glancing at the tall dark shape through the curtain, Rory felt a little uneasy but she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind as she opened the door to reveal Dean. He immediately smiled at her and his dimples were very prominent as he stepped into the kitchen to grasp her waist. "Hi there." He smiled adorably and brought his face to meet hers.
Rory smiled for a moment until her lips were otherwise occupied. Dean pulled her body closer to his until they were flush against each other and she could feel his hard lean body wrap around her with such emotion, she felt suddenly guilty. Dean sensed something was wrong and paused his ministrations to pull his head slightly back. Gazing into her deep blue eyes, he knew something was wrong with his girlfriend.
"Rory, is everything okay?" he asked, concerned. She gave her head a little shake and looked up at him.
"Yep!" smiling brightly at him, "Couldn't be better." Rory grabbed his hand to lead him into the living room. "I was just finishing up some homework but I can hang out now."
Dean stood up immediately. "Rory, go finish whatever you were working on, I don't want to be a distraction. I only stopped by to see if you were free." He rubbed her upper arm slightly. "I'll just come back later."
"NO!" Rory slightly shouted at him and made him pause in surprise, his eyebrows raised. "Just hang out here until I'm done. I won't be that long, I swear. Just watch TV or something."
Dean shrugged. "Alright, I just didn't want to be in your way." He wrapped his strong arms around her waist again and leaned his head near hers until his lips were at her ear and whispered, "Perhaps after homework we could watch a movie without so much watching." Before pulling away, he nibbled the outer shell of her ear, enough to give her chills.
Rory just chuckled at him and placed her hands on his chest to push him down onto the couch. "Whatever you like, I shouldn't be that long." She left with a parting smile and returned to her room and book.
Dean didn't turn on the television, he just sat there thinking. Something was definitely up with Rory; he just couldn't put his finger on it. It was almost as if she was skittish about something and it definitely involved him somehow.
Deciding not to just lounge on the couch he got up and ventured upstairs to see if Abby was up to anything. He paused outside her door for a moment and peered in to see her typing away at something and bobbing her head along to some music. As he was about to leave because she was clearly working on a paper or something she suddenly exclaimed, "YES!"
Intrigued, Dean knocked on the door and Abby nearly fell out of her chair in surprise. "Dean!"
"Hey Abby." He smiled his grinned the dimply smile and walked into her room slowly. "How's it going?"
"Great actually! I just finished my paper and that was the last bit of homework of the day and it isn't even due for another two weeks." She grinned smugly at her achievement.
"Wow. That's amazing. I wish I had that work ethic…or the teachers that give you over two weeks to do a paper."
Abby laughed at him and got up from her desk, yawning and stretching. Dean tried not to notice the bit of pale flesh she exposed when her shirt rode up for a moment. "At least I finished this early in the day, now I can relax." She turned towards him. "So what are you up to?"
Dean shrugged while putting his hands into his pockets. "Nothing, just waiting for Rory to be done with her homework so I thought I'd see what you were up to." He wandered around her room while she watched his back.
"Well, I am done now if you want to hang out." She suggested.
Dean smiled. "I'd love to."
Abby looked around her room for something to do. "TV?" she asked as a last resort after seeing nothing else.
"Sure!"
"Okay, make yourself comfortable, I'm just gonna get some food." Abby left Dean in her room and walked down the stairs and stopped at Rory's room. She was about to enter until she saw her sister sigh in exasperation and angrily cross something out on her paper.
"Hmm, maybe later." She said quietly to herself as she backed out of the doorway. She grabs a few things and heads back upstairs to Dean.
Who was sitting on the floor.
"…Dean?" Abby pondered as she walked into her room and deposited everything on her bed. "You know, you don't have to sit on the floor."
"Yeah I know…I just found it comfortable."
"Alrighty." Abby sat down on her bed and flipped though the channels until she found a random Japanese gameshow that she is addicted too. As she found it, she gasped at the same time as Dean.
"I love this show!" she both said at the same time. They looked at each other for a moment before looking away quickly. Dean cleared his throat while he grabbed a pop-tart from the food stash Abby brought in.
Tristan was in his room trying to work on his homework but could not get what happened at lunch out of his head. What could Rory have been talking about that made everyone at the table lean in to hear better. Everyone at the table…including JOEY!
He jumped up from his desk and all but sprinted to his brother's room at the end of the hall. Choosing not to knock, he barged in to find his brother changing out of his school uniform. "Dude! Knocking? Ever heard of it?"
Tristan laughed. "What? You're basically the younger version of myself. Also, don't be such a girl." As he passed him he shoved him one-handedly in the shoulder. He sat down on Joey's bed while his brother tugged on a t-shirt.
"May I ask to what do I owe this pleasure of your presence?" Joey said sarcastically.
Tristan grabbed a miniature basketball and began tossing it up in the air from his perch on the bed. "Actually, I would like to know what was going on today during lunch. You had the fabulous front-row seat for the Rory Gilmore confessional." He paused tossing the ball and looked seriously at his brother. "Please tell me what she said that had everyone so intrigued." Tristan pleaded with Joey, and even gave him his sad puppy look.
"You know, that look doesn't really have an effect on the male gender, and especially your brother…I use it too." Joey pointed out. He took a deep breath.
"Oh quite being so dramatic!" Tristan tossed the basketball at Joey's back and hit him in the shoulder. "Just tell me!"
"Fine! I swear Tris, you're worse than a girl with all the gossip you want. Rory said that she and Dean haven't felt right recently."
Tristan's eyes lit up. "Really!"
Joey continued. "Yeah, Paris was questioning her and Rory finally caved saying 'I don't know what it is but when we kiss, there isn't the spark that used to be there. I don't know what happened, it's so sudden.' Then everyone offered their inputs and the one I think you'll be interested to hear is a viewpoint that lovely Madison came up with."
Tristan rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, she's brilliant, can we get on with it?"
Joey chuckled to himself at holding the power over his brother. "Sure. She said, 'Well, maybe you're feeling like this because someone else has caught your eye and you don't know what to do about them.' How about that?" Joey wiggled his eyebrows at Tristan who sat with his jaw slack.
"Could that even be possible?" Joey pondered out loud, not really looking for an answer. But Tristan was ready with one.
"I think it may be true, or there is a distinct possibility of it being true." Tristan hopped off the bed and started pacing the room back and forth before Joey. "Today in class she wasn't as vile to me as she has been before and near the end of class when we paired together for a project, she couldn't even come up with a scathing reply to my taunts…I need to see her." He stopped suddenly as he came to realization.
His brother got up quickly and blocked the door. "What? Are you serious? You can't just go see her! Are you crazy? For all you know, maybe she was tired of putting up with you."
Tristan shook his head determinately and tried to shove Joey from the doorway. "No, I can go and get my stuff for the project and ask if she wants to work on it…it's perfect." He whispered to himself.
He finally got Joey in a good position to squeeze his shoulder in-between the door and Joey and with a quick nudge, his brother was sent sprawling onto the floor watching his older brother jog down the hallway. "By the way, nice play-by-play!" Tristan called over his shoulder as he neared his room.
Not even getting up Joey put his head in his arms and said to himself, "Gahh, what did I dooooo."
Dean and Abby were both watching TV when Rory finally finished her homework. They had moved onto a baking challenge on Food Network and both were basically drooling.
"Hey guys!" Rory broke the silent stupor of the room. Apparently no one noticed her presence because there was no movement. She decided to try a move creative approach. Rory tiptoed into the room and crouched next to Dean. "What are we watching?" she whispered into his ear.
The poor guy nearly had a heart attack, he jerked so violently. As if he was guilty of something he looked around and jumped up. "Hey!"
Abby sat up from her position on her stomach. "Hey Rory, how'd the homework turn out?"
Rory left Dean and sat next to her sister on the bed. "I finally figured out what I was supposed to do. I swear my brain is dying or something."
Abby started cleaning up all the food wrappings that she and Dean had devoured. "Or something could be on your mind that you need to clear." She suggested not too subtly.
Rory gave her a warning look and cleared her throat. "Dean, do you think you could actually help me with something and perhaps that movie could happen after?"
"Sure thing." He looked strangely at Rory but followed her out of the room anyway.
Once they got downstairs, Rory began organizing everything on the coffee table. "Okay, I was wondering if you could help me with a project that I am paired with someone I'm not going to mention right now."
"Rory?" Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. "Is it who I think it is?"
Rory took a deep breath. "Of course it is. I swear the teachers want to see me uncomfortable."
Dean just shook her head but Rory could see as he helped gather everything, his jaw was clenched in annoyance.
The two of them got all of her supplies spread out around the coffee table and notes near them and were about to start researching when a knock came at the door. Abby, who was just coming down the stairs called to them, "I'll get it."
But it wasn't needed because as she neared the door, she saw it was already opening with her mother chatting to someone still concealed. "Hey honey! How was your day?" Lorelai walked into the house with a trailing Tristan Dugray on her tail.
"Wha-?" Abby stood astounded.
"Hello there darlin'." Tristan passed by Abby and into the living room after Lorelai.
"Offspring, you never told me just how charming Mr. Dugray is." Lorelai gestured to Tristan, whose hands were full of coffee. "I see him knocking on the door, holding this blessed liquid and then!" Lorelai holds her heart. "He tells me, that one of them is for me!"
"Mom!" Rory scolded her mother exasperatedly but Lorelai grabbed one of the to-go cups and pats Tristan on the shoulder.
"Sweetie, you are welcome here anytime."
"MOM!" Rory whined.
"What? The boy brought me coffee, that scores major points hun. But anyway, I'm gonna go change real quick then I'll be off to my date with Luke so don't wait up because I won't be coming home." She smiled impishly and disappeared upstairs, leaving the kids alone in the living room, Rory stunned at what happened, Abby confused, and Dean livid.
"So Mary, how would you like to work on this project? Oh look, you've gotten everything organized already." He began to take off his coat while Dean fidgeted in place, watching with anger radiating off his body.
Dean was about to lunge in Tristan's direction and luckily for the blonde boy, Rory spotted this just in time. She placed her hand on Dean's chest and held him there slightly, while looking in his eyes. "Hey, I did not invite him over here. But we do need to work on this project, so I am not going to ask him to leave." Naturally, Dean began to sputter something incoherent just to show his displeasure of the situation. "I know you hate this." She said apologetically and looked into his eyes to calm him down and it did a little but he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about her. Normally she would be just as outraged as he was.
"But you can stay if you want to!" She scoped out the room and when she noticed Tristan chatting with Abby, her brain clicked. "You can hang with Abby!" She exclaimed loudly. "Yes it's perfect; she can keep you occupied while I work on this thing with Tristan. And then once we have worked on it enough for the evening," Rory stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips gently. "We can have a little fun without the extra people." She kissed him again, slightly lingering to try and gain back the special tingle in her stomach that has been lost recently. Unfortunately, Dean was still mad and pulled away before anything could happen. He rested his forehead on hers and sighed. "Fine, but I'm not happy about this."
"Me neither!" Rory agreed with a little too much vigor. "Abby!" she snapped her fingers to get her attention away from Tristan.
"Yah?" She called from her perch on the arm of the couch.
"While me and Tristan work on the project, do you think you could entertain Dean?" Rory pleaded with her sister. Abby hopped off the couch, "entertain, huh? Well I can't promise a singing and dancing showcase, but I can hold his attention." Abby smiled cheekily at Dean, a twinkle in her eye and immediately, he felt his stomach give a little twinge.
Abby and Dean went into the kitchen to get something to eat, leaving Tristan alone with Rory who had her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. "Come on Mary, let's get started!" Tristan clapped his hands together and sat down at the coffee table to sift through the materials Rory laid out. She intentionally took her time, pouting as much as possible until she settled down on the floor next to him.
"You know, if you keep pouting like that, your face may get stuck like that." Tristan said, without even looking up. Rory snapped her head in his direction, looking slightly amused.
"It's true babe, I read it in a magazine once." Lorelai chimed in as she came down the stairs in a dark blue halter dress with a yellow wrap around her shoulders, still holding the coffee cup. "I'm leaving now, have you seen my yellow clutch purse anywhere?"
"Yes I have, in my room."
"And why may I ask is it in there?"
"Because it's mine." Rory said blatently.
Lorelai pouted for a moment before perking up. "Oh. Well may I borrow-"
"It's next to my dresser on the left side."
"Thank you!" she flounced out of the room and left the house soon after.
"So anyway, your face really would get stuck that way if you kept it in such a fixed way. Now we wouldn't want that now would we?" Tristan looked over at her and smirked. Rory laughed a little before divulging into her notes.
"Alright, from what I can tell, we just need to go into the basics of the three different branches we've been instructed to show: college, military, or work." Rory kicked into knowledge and planner mode. She handed Tristan a few papers to take notes from. "Now, while I deal with researching some colleges, you can do the types of military that are available." She instructed, leaving him with no room to object. Not that he would have anyway, it was a piece of cake assignment, and any time he could spend with Rory was time he enjoyed.
For the next half hour, the two of them each took down notes from their books and handouts from class. Rory was working diligently, and Tristan was putting on a good show like he was as into it as she was. But in-between pages of information, he would just chance glimpses in Rory's direction. The way she threw herself wholly into an assignment was amazing. Nothing could distract her focus.
Laughter was heard from the kitchen and Rory's head snapped up. Well, almost nothing could break her focus…except for Bagboy hanging out with her sister. Tristan cleared his throat to gain her attention and laughed a little at how much she jumped in her seat. He decided to not call her on it, "So I think that we should have a basic three columns of information, and I have finished with the military research." Tristan looked at her for approval but she was already pulling her notes from her research to add to the poster board that he had tentatively laid out.
"This is really good Tristan. Now I can just add my notes and then we can finish the last bit tomorrow. We should focus on making these two parts the best they can be because it is what most students choose anyway, only a small percentage chooses to go straight into working."
Rory continued talking about her plans on it while Tristan actively gave input and ideas of his own on how to make something better, surprising Rory quite a bit. He was actually interested in making this project good and he wasn't slacking off. And even though she hated to admit it, she knew her barrier to him was breaking…slowly but surely.
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Abby and Dean had been raiding the kitchen when she decided to see how her sister was handling the Tristan situation. Expecting to see her with a scowl on her face and a Tristan lounging against something, not doing anything, she was amazed to see that they were each scribbling down notes and conferring with each other about whether something would be good to include, and Rory had a smile on her face! A damn smile was adorning Rory Gilmore's face while in the room with Tristan Dugray! Abby also saw how Tristan would sneak looks at her sister when her thought she wasn't looking and then go back to his work while Rory would then look at him in the same way. What was the world coming to? Abby couldn't believe her luck that Rory might like Tristan and Dean will soon be free.
Abby shook her head of the thought as she walked back to the kitchen table and sat down next to Dean. She wouldn't do anything until she knew it would be okay. She took a deep breath and grabbed some chips that Dean had put into a bowl for them. He looked at her and just smiled kindly as he ate his chips and flipped through a magazine.
Almost ten minutes had passed since either of them had said anything and Abby was growing restless. She could feel the awkwardness seep into the room with every passing minute of silence. And she could tell that Dean was equally as uncomfortable because he hadn't turned a page in five minutes and his eyes were not moving on the page, they were stuck. Abby let out a sigh and this seemed to break Dean from his trance a little. He looked up and shook his head a bit. He chuckled and said, "I think I just spaced out thinking about nothing." Abby felt a smile tug at her mouth then couldn't contain it and burst out a laugh at how mundane that statement had been. Dean, realizing it as well joined in the laughter.
"Do you want to take a walk?" Dean asked Abby. "It's supposed to be a nice night temperature-wise." He asked almost desperately in search of something to do.
"I'd love to. I just need to run upstairs and grab shoes." She left the kitchen and waved to Rory as she passed them going up the stairs.
Dean ambled out of the kitchen and greeted Rory. "Hey." He exhaled, looking at his girlfriend, surrounded by books and notebooks sitting next to Tristan, but he didn't even acknowledge him.
Rory looked up from her notecard she was writing and smiled at him. "Hi Dean!" she looked at him standing near the stairs, looking anxious. "What's up?" she asked, a confused look on her face.
Dean glanced upstairs briefly before meeting her eyes, "We're going on a walk because staring at the kitchen wall can only be so fun for so long." He said bitterly. Rory looked a little surprised.
"I thought you were having fun in there." She furrowed her brow, "I heard laughing!"
"Yeah well, it was because we had nothing to do and we both spaced out." He shrugged. "I need fresh air anyway."
"Okay, you sure you're alright?" she asked, still a little concerned. Tristan finally looked up from his notes that he had been diligently trying to focus on, but this was too annoying.
"If he said he was fine, then he's fine. Obviously he wants to get out of the near vicinity of me, and that's understandable." He smirked and gestured to himself. "I mean, I can be very captivating, and that makes other guys uncomfortable to be near someone with-"
"You really like to hear yourself talk, don't you?" Dean suddenly flared up. "God, Rory I hope for your sanity that this project is finished soon before he kills your brain with all the incessant rambling." Dean had been taking steps all while talking and now he was near the edge of the table, with Tristan across from him, smirking away. "Wipe that damn smirk off your face!" He finally yelled. But Tristan wasn't going to let himself get yelled at and not do anything so he started spitting back insults, from his spot on the floor.
Abby finally came down the stairs once she heard Dean start to yell. "Oh hell, what happened now?" she said as she hurried down the hall and as she reached the top of the stairs, she saw Dean towering over Tristan and Rory, who looked like a deer in the headlights and was instinctively cowering into Tristan and away from Dean, even though they were both bellowing over each other, not even listening to what each other was saying.
"Hey!" Abby shouted. Everyone stopped and looked up at her. "You guys can't even get along for five minutes?" Coming down the stairs, Abby shook her head. "I had hoped that you guys would have attempted to get along, for Rory's sake at least!" Rory looked down at her hands in her lap once that was said, trying to stay out of it. Thinking that no one was looking at her, because she assumed Abby was trying to calm Dean down, she quickly looked up at Tristan to find him looking at her, as always. As their eyes connected, he could see how uncomfortable she was with this situation and how cornered she felt.
Abby tugged on the sleeve of Dean's sweatshirt. "Come on." She pulled him in the direction of the door while he glared daggers at Tristan.
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Once Abby and Dean disappeared into the night, Rory let out the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. Tristan heard it and saw her visibly relax against the couch. "Well, that was exciting." Rory's gaze snapped over to his face to see if he was joking but she realized that he actually seemed exasperated by what just happened.
She softened her eyes once she realized that he didn't want to fight, he just wanted to defend himself. "You know," Rory shifted until her whole body was facing him and looked into his eyes, "you actually aren't as bad a person as I had previously thought you were. You just have a wall that many people aren't allowed behind." She concluded. Tristan was immediately shocked that she figured it out so quickly. He did hide behind his cocky demeanor and act like nothing fazed him ever, but it was just a charade to keep people at a safe distance emotionally.
He realized she was still talking and focused on her ridiculously blue eyes. "-and I'm just happy that I am finally getting to see the real Tristan behind the wall because I think he is a really good guy." Suddenly she was coming towards him with her arms open.
Oh dear God she was going to hug him.
As she connected with his body, Rory felt warm and tingles in her belly. He felt right to be against her in such a way. They held each other for a few moments longer than necessary but neither of them complained.
"Alright. Let's finish this thing." Tristan cleared his throat and got back done to business. Rory smiled at him trying to focus on his notes. She didn't look away and soon enough he peeked out the corner of his eye and caught hers and a cunning grin appeared on his face as he looked back down a hint of a blush on his cheeks at being caught. Rory grinned and turned back to the table and dug into her notes once again.
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Abby needed Dean out of that house. For everyone's sake, he needed fresh air and an environment that was not filled with Rory and Tristan together. She saw the little look she gave him before they left and she totally read the look on her sister's face. She knew her better than anyone else and it was the face usually reserved for boyfriends when she wants to be comforted. Abby didn't know what to think anymore, because it seems to her that Rory and Tristan will be getting together soon, hopefully not with Dean being left in the dark while it happens. If things do go the way they seem to be, she hoped that Rory will do the right thing and choose ahead of time and save Dean some emotional scarring. Well, a little less than what will obviously happen.
The two of them walked down the dark streets in silence until they almost hit the town square. Abby held onto Dean's sleeve to slow him down and face her. "Are you alright?" She looked him straight in the face and he was trying to avoid making eye contact, for he was staring at the ground and fidgeting, looking anywhere except at her. She sighed and stood her ground.
"Dean, please listen to me." He finally focused on her. "I know that was not pleasant but you have to believe me about what I have to say. Okay?" He nodded.
"Alright. I know you hate him, but Tristan can be a nice guy," and she cut off his sputter of disagreement. "when he wants to be and he just acts like an ass on purpose. He isn't really like that. And I know you're worried about them but Rory loves you and won't do anything to hurt you."
She started walking again and he followed obediently. At least she hoped Rory won't do anything to hurt him.
They reached the gazebo and sat down on the bench in the middle of it. "So, do you want to tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?" She nudged his shoulder with hers.
Dean shrugged a little. "I don't know…I can't stop thinking about Rory."
Abby deflated a little bit. "Oh. Anything specific?"
"Yeah, this morning in particular I felt as though something was off with her and me. I can't really explain it but when she woke me up with her kiss," he trailed off grasping for words.
Abby couldn't help but feel slightly good about that, horrible though it was.
"I mean, I felt nothing like I used to!" he had apparently found his words and ran with them, standing up and gesturing to Abby on the bench. "I couldn't understand it, because last night when I put her to bed after the movie, everything seemed fine and then I cover you with the blanket and since you had taken the place I was going to sleep, I settle on the floor." He paced back and forth in front of Abby, replaying his actions as if trying to figure something out. "I was asleep and then you tripped and landed on me. Thankfully you only weigh about three ounces because it didn't hurt at all but then I realized I didn't want you to move."
He stopped pacing for a moment as he came to a conclusion about something. It was as if he was thinking out loud, even if he didn't realize it. But then he started pacing again and kept talking.
"As I held you, I didn't want to let go. But as you pulled me up onto the coach and tucked me in, I knew I wanted to spend more time with you and that is why I invited you to sleep there, next to me. I knew something was off with Rory and I needed comfort but I got something more. I got what I had been craving for, even though I didn't know it."
Dean stopped moving and stood in front of Abby who was wide-eyed at his vocal proclamations. "Abby, last night when I held you against me I felt more than I have for awhile and I think I was lying to myself when I pushed away the feelings." He knelt in front of her and since he was so tall, his head was still above hers. He grasped her hands in his and stroked the back of one hand with his thumb. "Last night when I held you and this morning, when I smelled your shampoo from your damp hair…I felt more than I have with Rory for awhile, I was just too dependent and blind to see it!"
Abby's heart was thudding in her chest so loudly she was sure that he could hear it from his close proximity to her. What he was saying was everything she had been hoping he'd say.
"Abby, and when I found you doing your homework and hung out with you in your room, I didn't even realize that I was being drawn there unconsciously. I just can't help it; I need to do something that I wanted to do since last night when you stayed there with me."
Dean let go one of her hands to grasp the back of her neck and hold her as he kissed her with a passion he never felt before. Abby remained motionless for a moment until she realized what was happening and then responded immediately. She grasped his face with both hands and kissed him with such ferocity she forgot to breathe. Once oxygen was a necessity, they broke away from each other but Dean didn't wait. He immediately trailed a line of kisses down her jaw line to her ear and nibbled on the earlobe briefly. Abby was caught off guard and let out a soft moan as Dean bit down gently on the flesh. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled his face up to hers again.
As they kissed they both momentarily forgot about someone crucial they both had in common, but it didn't matter for the time being. All they knew was each other and the feelings stirring about inside them. Dean slowed the frantic pace they had been going at and leisurely played with her lips with his tongue. He licked the outsides and flicked at them until he ran his tongue along the edge of her mouth and she opened her mouth to him. Abby's tongue met his and they massaged each other.
Abby was the first to realize what was going on and that Dean was still very much attached to her sister. She drew away in one quick motion and left Dean with his eyes shut, his mouth still puckered. "Rory." She said in a sad tone.
He looked at her and sighed. He dropped his head into her lap and wrapped his arms around her hips. Abby smiled and immediately began playing with his hair and just running her fingers through it. "I know I have wanted this for awhile and have sat back and watched as Rory fell in love with you," Abby explained. "But I will not get in the way of something until it is dealt with. I will not be that girl that is with someone who is already taken." She made that very clear. "So if you want this, then you need to talk to Rory."
She could feel him nod his head on her legs. "I know I have to, I just don't want to hurt her." He said, a little muffled.
Abby smiled at his kindness. She lifted his head up to look into his caring green eyes, "If you tell her the truth and just be straightforward about it, then it should be clean. If you could feel something was wonky between the both of you, then she probably has been too." She shrugged as she summed up this knowledge.
Dean nodded determinately. "Yeah, I will do that. I just need to talk to her, that's it." He seemed pleased with his resolution of the little problem and got up, holding his hand out to assist Abby. She smiled and took it graciously but didn't let go and they walked down the stairs and back out into the streets.
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Ugh, I know I've been forever but I seriously wrote more than half this chapter so long ago but I didn't want to give you such a small chapter so I waited until I had a substantial amount of material and it turned out to be longer than the last chapter. Yay! But anyway, hope you're enjoying what's happening because I cut it off a bit since I didn't want to make this chapter go on forever. Hopefully I'll get to write a bit soon but just warning you, I am going into my Junior year of college on Wednesday so let's hope.
Enjoy and reviewww por favor. (Ooh, kicked into my 4 years of Spanish right there. Woah.)