Talking

Takes place before Star Crossed Lover's and other strangers because if I had my way that episode never would've happened ::sigh:: oh well... here this "thing" is.....

Rory Glimore's azure eyes scoured the campus one final time before boarding the bus. She sat down in sheer confusement, she had gotten it right, hadn't she? She rolled her eyes before sinking into her weekend reading.

***

"Hey hon, are you home?" a breezy voice called from the doorway.

"Yeah mom, in here," Rory called back.

"What's the matter?" Lorelai Gilmore asked.

"Nothing, why?" her daughter asked surprised.

"You have pensive face," Lorelai replied.

"I always have pensive face," Rory answered smiling.

"Nooo, you have pensive-er face. Spill," she stated before plopping down on the arm of the couch.

"Well Paris called the other night and said she wanted to talk," Rory started.

"Why would she call you?" Lorelai asked in surprise.

"During the whole nasty break up of her parents I kinda offered, the option..."

"Of calling here," Lorelai finished, "They must've switched you at the hospital with some nice people's kid."

"Well I was suppose to meet her today after school but she didn't show and I'm a little confused. Maybe she wanted to...no. Or what if...no," Rory sat thinking.

"Or maybe, just maybe, she decided she'd much rather talk to someone who had the ability to finish a sentence!" Lorelai exclaimed as the phone rang. She scrampbled up and tripped over her feet in the process, causing them to slam into the coffee table. "Hellowwwwww," she answered while nursing her toes, "Rory please explain to me why we put that, that contraption there!"

"Well, you insisted that we have something to place our coffee when we Mystery Science Theater TV shows," Rory replied grinning at the sight of her mother hopping aroud the room on one foot while clutching the cordless phone.

"Um, maybe I should call back at another time..." the voice on the other end of the phone said slowly.

"No, no we're ok, I think," Lorelai said shooting a glance at Rory.

"Um, is Rory there?" the voice asked unsure of the sainity of the other voice.

"Yup, Rory catch," Lorelai said as she tossed the phone to her unprepared daughter.

"And that is why I don't play team sports," Rory said to her mother before picking up the phone, "Hello?"

"Rory, this is Paris, I'm really...sorry about today. I just wasn't...I don't know. School wasn't the right place to talk," she said quickly.

"Paris!" Rory said in surprise, "No that's ok I understand, too many other people."

"I still want to talk its just, that, I don't want to do it where anyone might know me or recognise me. Is there anywhere you can think of where we can talk and get a bite to eat?" Paris asked.

"I know just the place. Is tomorrow good for you?" Rory asked.

***
Al dia siguente (the next day)

Paris drove slowly along in her silver sports car down the main street of Stars Hollow looking for a yellow coffee cup that would symbolize her arrivel. Finally she spotteded it hanging in the doorway under a hardwear store sign. She parked and quickly went inside and grabbed a table so she could see everyone but few could see her. She was early so she sat and watched...

Bells on the door ring, and a lanky brunette makes her way up to the counter, "Come on Luke! Please?"

"No," the swarthy man answered with out even looking up.

"You are a horrible business runner person! I want something that I have to pay you for and you don't want to give me it!" the bruenette, who Paris soon recognised as Rory's mother, had started stomping her feet.

"This is you pre-caffiene, and you ask why I won't give you more?" he grunted.

"Luke be a doll? Ooh, if you were a doll I could buy you pretty outfits and dress you up in something other than flannel and that fabulous blue hat! Maybe I could get you a pair of those tasteful plastic heels. Which would you like better, pink or..." Lorelai didn't have a chance to finish Luke had yanked her cup out of her hand and filled it with coffee, "Wings baby, you've got wings," she breathed in the smell of the coffee before walking out.

Paris mused for a few moments over what she had just witnessed and didn't see Rory come in.

Rory scanned the room quickly and inferred that she had gotten there first; so she sat down at the counter and waited for Luke to take her order. Her eyes were wandering the freshly painted walls when someone threw their arms around her shoulders and kissed her cheeks.

Rory tilted her head up to look at Dean, "Hey you, why are you here? I thought you had work."

Dean kissed her again, "I do in seven minutes but I thought I'd stop in and say hello."

"Hello," Rory said grinning, their lips met again.

"Hello, and what, might I ask are you doing here?" Dean asked with another peck.

"Meeting a boy..." Rory said kisses were now being exchanged between every comment.

"Oh really?"

"No, not really," Rory replied her eyes laughing.

"Good," with a final kiss Dean released her, "I'll call you later."

"Ok," Rory said with a goofy sort of smile playing on her lips as Dean waved good bye.

Paris had noticed the exchange and it pleased her, but the other person in the room who had been following it was not.

"What did he want?" Luke asked gruffly.

"To say hello," Rory said softly, she knew Luke didn't trust Dean after the Christmas fiasco, "You know what, I think I'll skip my coffee today and just have an orange."

"Good," Luke said in approval as he passed her the fruit.

Rory's eyes travelled around the diner before falling on a partially hidden table where Paris sat, playing with her hair. She made her way over and plopped down.

"You really don't like him do you?" Paris blurted out.

"Luke? No, Luke's really nice you just have to get to know him," Rory replied absently as she picked at her orange peel.

"Not Luke, Tristan, you really don't like him, do you?" Paris repeated.

"No, I really can't say that I do. He's mean, slimey, rude-" Rory began ticking off his faults, "Why?"

"No reason," Paris said shortly, "It's just that- No, no reason."

Rory raised her eyebrows but let it slide, "Why did you call anyway?"

"I wnated to apologize for telling everyone about your mom and Mr. Medina..."

"Paris that was months ago!"

"I still feel bad you know."

"Ok, your forgiven. Anything else you wanted?" Rory probed.

"Are you sure, I mean, you don't like- Never mind," Paris said before getting up quickly.

Rory got up to follow her when Paris turned around, "Thanks, for, you now talking."

"No problem really, mastered the ability years ago.." but she was talking to herself, Paris had climbed into her car and couldn't hear her at all.

Rory bit into her orange, "Well that was interesting..." she mused to herself.

Stupid I know but I started typing this ages ago and I just wanted it done.

Glinda's Little Helper AKA Allison
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