TITLE: Madness in Star’s Hallow
NAME -~*Ruby_Princess*~ 
E-MAIL –starrgurl375@hotmail.com
SPOILERS –Um, I am kinda just making this up, so some from some other 
stories, but basically, nothing you already read happened, I mean 
nothing you WATCHED. Well, some of it. (Like the breakup with Dean, and 
the kiss with Tristen, all before those 2 episodes are fair game, I am 
using that in this story!)
SUMMARY –Tristen and Dean have a confrontation, and things get rough for 
Rory. But there is no final contemptuous meaning to this story, just 
interesting and hopefully pleasurable for all you readers. Oh, and thanks 
for taking the time to read this, I hope it is enjoyed! Here goes… 
RATING –PG ~or~ PG-13 at the highest
CONTENT – Maybe PG-13 because there is a fight, and also because of the 
hookup! 
PAIRING OR CHARACTER –? Well, some of both. Basically, in the end, Dean-Rory, 
but meanwhile Rory-Tristen! (Maybe that is just what Tristen wishes, who 
knows?) Confusing? Yes! Read the story, It’ll make sense in a sec.!
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the characters, the WB, Amy Sherman-Palladino, 
and more do! Jeez, I think we all know this! LoL


What am I going to do? I have no boyfriend! Wait, no that doesn’t matter! 
I am Rory Gilmore; I never, ever needed a boyfriend to make me happy! And 
then that kiss with Tristen, what am I supposed to think? I feel so confused!" 
Rory Gilmore thought out loud as she sat on the beige couch in her very 
own living room, wallowing. The night before, she had decided to get out,
to go to a party, the first after her breakup with Dean, and now she was 
wallowing! 

But, wait, there was more! Why was she wallowing, you ask? Well, that is 
plain and simple, she had kissed Tristen! Of all people, she had to be on 
the rebound with Tristen.


How could she ever forgive herself? Nothing this horrible had Rory ever 
dreamt could happen to her.

Yes, she had broken up with Dean, or the other way around, but still! Rory 
looked down at the one-gallon huge bucket of ice cream she had devoured, 
and suddenly felt very, very naive. How could she even be thinking like 
this? 

She never had nor ever would need a man/boy to make her happy! She would 
be at Harvard in no time at all, and there she would need to focus her
time on her study, and her study only! Why was she bothering with all of 
the rest of this? It was just so silly! "Well, there is one thing I can do
now! And that thing just happens to be going to the hair-cutter. My hair 
looks awful!" It was then that Rory noticed that she cared about her hair. 
She never had before! But, then, it was true; she needed a trim, unless 
she decided split-ends were going to be the fashion! (She knew they weren’t), 
so she decided to get off her behind and go get a slight haircut. 

When she arrived, people stared at her. After all, this was Star’s Hollow, 
and everybody knew everybody else’s business. But, for once, Rory wished 
that they didn’t. All the little old ladies in the ancient hair shop were 
whispering and talked in hushes, trying not to let Rory hear them. But, 
of course, she could. They were saying things like: "Oh, Norma, is that 
the little Gilmore girl? Yes, I believe it is. Poor little darling! Nothing 
like her mother. But then, that rotten Chicago boy had to come and dump her! 
She must be heartbroken!" Then the other old ladies would whisper in 
agreement. It was getting to be too much for Rory. Tears filled her eyes. 
She decided she had to leave before she let her emotions spill out. She 
ran out of the door and through the street, but the tears were taking up 
her eyes, and it was becoming more and more difficult for her to see. 

She ran down the nearest alley, and just then she landed in someone’s arms. 
But they were cold arms. Rory looked up apologetically. It was Dean! Now 
Rory’s tears flooded his shirt. She didn’t know what to do! He had been 
avoiding her, even when Luke tried to start a fight with him and Rory tried 
to help calm him down, he would not speak to her. But now, he looked down 
at her and said, "Better watch it, but I am sorry it was me." Rory did not
know what to make of this. "What? What do you mean?" She was still crying, 
but she was straining to hear the words that would come from Dean’s 
delectable lips. "I mean only to say that I am sorry it was me you ran into, 
instead of the tax-collector. What was his name? Ahh, I remember, Tristen!" 

With that, Dean was off down the alley. What, Rory wondered, had he meant 
by that questionable remark? But then Rory remembered. At that party last 
night, the one she went to fully on the rebound, Dean’s friend Jose had 
been there. He had probably seen her kiss Tristen. Rory felt awful. She 
ran after Dean, but he was a much better athlete and outrun her by about 
a mile, or so it seemed to Rory. Why had she ever kissed Tristen? It was 
something she would never know. She had not felt any attraction to him 
whatsoever. But, that had not mattered last night. 

Rory knew she remembered a guy sanding at the doorway, watching them kiss 
when she ran out. Come to think about it, he had seemed very familiar to 
her. Now she knew who it was, it was Jose! How had she not known? But then, 
it didn’t really matter. Dean had broken up with her, not the other way 
around. It was over, so why did Dean get mad? Probably because he felt that 
he had told her he loved her and she had just sat there stuttering, trying 
to think and asking for forgiveness. 

But then, Dean had no right to be mad at her for not saying that she loved 
him back, either. No matter, she thought. It was over, and she was free to 
see anyone she wanted. Not that she had anyone in mind, and certainly not 
Tristen. But someone, maybe. But then it struck her. "Oh, what am I thinking? 
I know that I don’t want anyone but Dean! I am not fooling anybody!" She felt 
hopeless. Maybe she should have just lied and told Dean she loved him a few 
nights before? No, that would not have done well. She would be in a
relationship based on a lie. But still, then they would be together. And then 
it hit her even harder than the last thought she had had. "Why, I do love 
him! But I know it is too late! But I just have to talk with him!" 

Rory truly thought she did love him, so she walked over to his home. When 
she got there, she felt little butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know 
if it was hunger or nervousness. Nervousness, probably, she decided. But 
then, she would have to do many things much harder than this in her life, 
for instance keeping good grades at Chilton in order to make it into 
Harvard. She knocked on the door and a woman answered it. She had just 
realized that she had never met Dean’s parents, but here she was meeting 
one of them. "Hello", Rory said in a firm but swaggering voice. 

"May I please speak with Dean, just for a moment?" 

The woman hesitated, but then called Dean down. He bounced through the neat 
kitchen with his usual self-assured walk, but when he saw the visitor who 
had arrived and was waiting for him at the front door, he slowed down a bit, 
swaying and slouching his way to the door. He shot his mother an evil glance 
and went to get it. 

"Um, hi, Rory. Is something wrong?" This made Rory even more nervous than 
ever. 

"No, I just really need to talk to you. Please, Dean." 

His mother was standing right there encouraging him, so her strode out 
the door and led Rory to a little wooden swing. He sat down and at once 
Rory felt the tears at her eyes. But she pushed them back. She must not 
let him know how much she missed him. 

"Dean, I had to talk to you, today." Dean’s eyes turned to ice, but he 
was able to maintain his steady, half-friendly smile. 

"What is it, Rory? Trist-aaan was not good enough for you? Now you want 
to come back to me?" 

This made Rory want to cry ten times more, but she pushed the urge back 
as far as she could. 

"No, Dean, I am afraid you have got it all wrong. I was never nor will 
I ever have the urge to date or even look at Tristen. Last night, when 
Jose saw me, (and you may not believe this,) I was kissing Tristen." 

"I know that, Einstein!" Now Dean was joking with her, but you could 
tell that there was still some unspoken ice between them. 

"Yes, well, I wanted to apologize. But I also wanted to tell you that I 
was thinking about <I>you</I> the whole time. Then, when I saw you in the 
alley, I realized something. Dean, I know I betrayed you, and I know it 
seemed like it was all over, just like that. But please, please accept 
what I have to say. I am so sorry. But I also think you know that I was 
and never will be over you. I went to that party damaged, like some 
little lost kitten. I missed you, but I did not want to admit it. So,
when Tristen had broken up with his girlfriend as well, I felt like I 
had to have someone new before you did, which you probably already do." 

(Two seconds of silence while Rory thinks that she really doesn’t think 
he already has a new girlfriend. How could he? It was just a few days 
ago that he told her he <I>loved</I> her. Do men get over it that fast?) 

"Well, Dean, when I saw you in the alley, I thought something. I thought, 
I miss Dean. And then I came to grips with something; I love you too, 
Dean! I really do!" Rory expected some kind of embrace then at least one 
kiss and some kind of apology from both of them. But what she got was a 
far worse surprise than that. Dean, trying to be gentile, lightly said, 
"Rory, that is really nice and all, but I kinda’ found someone, someone 
who loved me the same way I loved them. I know there is someone out there 
for you, just for you, but right now I just don’t think it is…"

Rory started running. How could she have humiliated herself like that? 
She wasn’t angry, exactly, at Dean, but how could he say he loved her 
one-day, and then the next have someone else? She was baffled beyond 
words. She ran a long way and then walked home, weeping.

~*At Chilton, Study Hall*~

Rory was sitting down in the studying library, at a brown wooden chair. 
All of a sudden, she heard someone sit down beside her. She did not have
to think. "Hi, Tristen!" She was genuinely happy to see him, knowing that
they had just decided to be friends when she looked up his phone number 
in the phone book and they talked for such a long time after the kiss two 
nights ago. They had both decided that friends was right for the two of 
them. 

"Hey, Rory. How you doin’?" 

"Oh, Tristen, I am all right. You? Want some coffee? I got some for Paris, 
but I can’t find her!" Tristen looked amused. 

"Sure, I’d love the coffee. Oh, Paris is probably studying somewhere else, 
who cares? Oh, yes, and I am just fine." 

"Good. Let’s get started on that project now!" Miss Clarke had arranged 
Rory and Tristen as partners for a very interesting project. Rory was happy
though; she liked working with Tristen. Now that they had mutually decided 
to be friends, as she had seen the night before when they started. But, of 
course, the night before she had come home crying so Tristen had seen her 
and of course gotten great satisfaction out of it. But that was his outside
seal. He did not really feel any satisfaction. He wanted Rory, only problem
was that she had no interest whatsoever in him! 

"Well", he thought, "friends is good enough!" And it was. But then, Tristen
bent over, and, as always, she drove him crazy. She acted like she was 
flirting, but he knew she wasn’t, and he also knew she was still interested 
in this jerk, Dean! Oh well, he thought. 

"Hey, Rory..." Tristen started to say something, but Rory did not hear him. 
Just then the bell rang. Rory had been feeling lousy, so she went to the 
bathroom to see if she looked the part. She did, and she started crying 
again. What a girl she was becoming! Then, she started to think of Dean. 
She pushed him from her mind, knowing that if she stayed here much longer
she would be late for her next class. She ran down the long halls and 
finally arrived in her next class, just before the bell rang. She still 
had tearstains on her face, but at least she did not risk being late to 
class yet again. 



~*After School*~


Rory walked around town, looking for a good gift for her mother. She stopped 
in a coffee shop, which she had heard Luke bought his coffee from, and bough 
a few bags of the same kind Luke used. (Her mother usually never drank coffee 
that didn’t at least slightly resemble Luke’s!) It was expensive, gourmet, 
the clerk said, but Rory bought it anyway. She walked out of the store, and 
in the direction she was headed, saw Dean coming over the corner. She looked 
away, and for a moment thought that she might see his "other" that loved 
him so, and the other way around. How could he just go around loving people, 
a few a day? It was absurd, but it was happening to her nonetheless. Well, she
did not intend to embarrass herself yet again, so she had to look away. From 
looking away, she did not know if he was with his new "love" or alone. She 
wished it would turn out to be the latter. Well, it was. She could not resist 
for long. She looked up. And as soon as she did, she realized that it was a 
mistake, because she could see that he wanted to talk to her. Probably share 
his sympathy with her; tell her that they just weren’t right for each other. 
But Rory could not be more wrong. He grabbed her just as she was going to fall, 
and he asked quickly, "Rory, can we talk?"

"Um, sure, here?" She knew she did not really want to, she knew what was 
coming, but she had no way out of it, and besides, she did not want to show 
the same rudeness that he had to her on their three-month anniversary. 

"Oh, no, you’re right, let’s go to the park." The walk to the park was silent, 
and neither of the two youngsters wanted anyone to hear what either had to say, 
so they planned to go to some secluded, abandoned part of the park where they 
would be alone. When they got where they wanted to be, they sat down under the 
tree that Rory had so loved as a child. She didn’t want to spoil the pleasant 
memories she had under this tree with whatever bad news Dean had to bring, but 
she felt she had no choice. She couldn't think straight and she couldn’t stop 
whatever he was going to say now. 

"Well, what was it you had to say to me?" Rory realized she was sounding cold 
as ice, so she tried to warm up. "I mean, it isn’t that I don’t want to talk… 
Well, anyway, go ahead and tell me!" Dean’s face brightened. 

"Well, Rory, I was wondering, do you still feel the same way about me as you 
did last night?" Rory did not want to tell the truth, but she knew lies would 
just get her into more and more trouble and heartache. 

"Yes, when I love somebody, I don’t just change in a few days, unlike some 
other people…" She realized she was being rude and decided to shut up then 
and there. A slow smile spread over Dean’s face. 

"Well, Rory, I know you just meant me, but I was lying to you yesterday. It 
seems both of us have had offers from other people, we must just be that 
attractive, but I said no, and you said no. I don’t have someone else, and 
I still love you. I am so sorry I was so stupid as to try to break it off 
with you just because you couldn’t say it back to me right then. That was 
stupid. I felt it before you, is all. I know I ruined our three month anniversary,
but, I was thinking, if we just pretended that we were together all this time, 
maybe we could celebrate out four month anniversary the right way?" 

Dean’s eyes didn’t have to have that pleaded look. Rory grabbed him and started 
kissing him. 

"Okay, Rory," Dean said, pulling her aback from him, "I think I’ll take that as 
a yes." 

Rory smiled mischievously. "Take it, mister!"


End

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