SPOILERS: Parts of the season finale
SUMMARY: My take on what happens after Rory & Dean get back together. And in my universe, Max doesn’t exist.
CONTENT: Lots and lots of kissing
PAIRING OR CHARACTER: Rory/Dean, Lorelai/Luke
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Gilmore Girls".
"He’s not my boyfriend," she defends herself heatedly. "I hate him."
But he doesn’t believe her.
Her heart sinks as he walks back to his car. But after a moment, a slow smile comes to her lips. It was now or never. She calls his name.
"What?" he yells back, yanking the car door open with more force than necessary.
"Because I love you, you idiot!"
For one brief moment, he stands motionless. Then her words sinks in and he runs to her.
She meets him halfway.
"Say it again," he tells her, his eyes searching hers.
She touches his face, cradling his cheek. "I love you," she whispers softly.
His heart slams into his ribs as the words wash over him. He catches her fingers and presses them to her lips. "I love you, too."
Leaning up on her toes, she tells him with her kiss what she just told him with her words.
His arms close around her, kissing her back.
With a groan of frustration, Rory gets out of bed. It’s four thirty in the morning and she is still wide-awake. No matter what she does, she can’t stop thinking about Dean and the I-love-you’s they exchanged that afternoon outside Chilton. Nor could she forget the kisses they shared. Giving up on sleep, she goes to the living room and picks up the phone, bringing it to the sofa with her. She stares at it for several seconds. Making up her mind, she punches out a number.
Her pager goes off, waking Lane from sleep. She ignores it and pulls a pillow over her head. It goes off again. Muttering under her breath, she picks it up and reads the message. She blinks several times and reads it again, just to make sure she got it right the first time. Tossing aside the covers, she pulls on a sweater and a pair of sneakers and slips out of her room. A few minutes later, Lane is seated on the front steps of her house, waiting for her best friend to show up.
Rory arrives in record time.
"That was fast," Lane comments.
"You have no idea." Closing her eyes, Rory takes several deep breaths until her heart stops racing.
"Okay, what’s so important that you had to wake me at four thirty in the morning?" Lane demands.
"Anxious, are we?" Rory teases as she sits down beside Lane. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and as she does, Lane notices the bracelet. The bracelet Dean gave Rory on her birthday. The bracelet Rory vowed she’ll never wear again.
Her eyes widen. "Rory, what’s that on your wrist?"
Rory’s face breaks into a smile so bright, Lane is nearly blinded. "Dean and I are back together."
Lane lets out a shriek and gives Rory a hug. "When did this happen?" she bursts out.
"Cliff’s Notes version?"
"Dean drove to Chilton. He saw me with Tristan. Wrong conclusions were made. We argued. I told him I loved him. We kissed. And from there, everything sort of snowballed."
Rory’s lips curve upward. "I know."
"Wow!" Lane exclaims again.
Rory’s smile widens into a grin. "I know."
Lane laughs. "Okay, now I want details."
They’ve been talking for several minutes when both girls notice the light to the master’s bedroom is on. Lane quickly gets to her feet and Rory does the same.
"To be continued," Rory promises. She turns to leave.
Lane lingers by the door. "Hey, Rory?"
She looks back over her shoulder.
"I think it’s great that you’re back together. And I’m happy that you’re happy. No more mopey, dopey and the twelve other melancholy dwarves. Which is a good thing."
"Just do me a favor?"
Lane’s eyes are twinkling. "Will you quit smiling so much before someone suggests you’ve been overdosing on vitamins?"
Rory chuckles. "I’ll try."
End Part One
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