TITLE: Summer of Love (4/?)
AUTHOR: freelance spice
EMAIL: freelancefics@a...
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. Especially since there's only a handful of
this stuff out there at the moment.
RATING: Currently PG, but working toward a solid R.
SUMMARY: Paris and Rory in DC, between Seasons 2 and 3.
PAIRING: Paris/Rory
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters, just giving them the good times
they deserve.
Rory fumbled with her coffee cup. "Uh, so, do you wanna go to a movie or something?"
Paris could tell that Rory was talking to her, but she was still thinking about the event that had transpired less than a minute ago. There hadn't been anything violently ferocious about it, but had been enough to mentally floor the blonde.
Her inner monologue was a blur. 'What was Rory thinking? I mean, where did th at come from?' She frantically searched her mind of an explanation. Paris was very careful about her emotions. In fact, she'd made an art out of not expressing any at all. Then it hit her.
"Paris? Earth to Paris. Are you okay?" Rory threw her cup into the trash.
"Yeah. Fine." The blonde shook off her daze. "I'm going back to the hotel."
"But what about-"
"I'm going back." She held out her hand. "Notebook, please."
"No. I told you. Tomorrow, at 8-"
"FINE." Paris stormed up the street.
"Paris!" Rory chased after her.
"Leave me alone."
"Look, I'm sorry if that weirded you out. I don't even know why I did it."
"You know why."
"Well, yeah I understand my general motivation..."
"I just thought I could trust you more than that. I value my privacy. Sometimes it's all I have."
"Okay. Fine. I'm sorry I kissed you in public. I just reacted. You were rambling on and on, as usual, and it seemed like a viable option." "I don't care that you kissed me."
"Sometimes my mind wanders to those kind of thoughts and it just- Wait, you don't care that I kissed you?"
Paris stopped walking. "Wanders to what kind of thoughts?"
Rory crossed her arms. "Then why are you all upset?"
"You violated my privacy by reading my notebook. What kind of thoughts?"
The brunette looked confused. "When did I do that?"
"I don't know. In the liquor store?"
"I didn't read anything. Why? What does it say?"
"WHAT KIND OF THOUGHTS?"
"You know what? Forget it. Here's your stupid notebook." She thrust the book at Paris. "I didn't read it."
It was Paris' turn to watch Rory hurry up the street. She started to call after her, but stopped herself. Maybe now was a good time to start thinking before she spoke.