[Room #213]
Rory came back from the common room and sat down at her desk to send out a couple emails.
TO:
FROM:
SUBJECT: Re: Update?
Hi Grandma, Grandpa!
No, seriously, life around here is boring. I'm one of the student directors of our production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and England was lovely - you normally stay at the Landmark, right?
Aside from that, life trods on as usual.
How are you two?
Love, Rory
TO:
FROM:
SUBJECT: RE: Denial blah blah rivercakes
Okay, first off, SHH. Secondly, NO TEACHER. And thirdly, I lost my virginity months ago and I *told* you about it. So WTF are you talking about?
...hang on. Calling you.
- R
Rory hit send and frowned at her screen before picking up the phone.
After a couple rings, she got an answer.
"What?"
"Hey, Paris," Rory said cheerfully, flopping onto her bed. "How goes it?"
"It goes. It's late."
"It's...eleven?"
"It's a school night, Gilmore. I was studying."
Rory sighed audibly. "Were you really? I'm sorry. I thought you wanted clarification on things."
There was a pause. "You mean on your teacher kink?"
"THERE IS NO - " Rory cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "There's no teacher kink. Do you want me to explain it, seriously?"
There was silence. "I think I'm going to be disappointed."
Rory sighed again. "Do you or don't you?"
"Go on, tell me."
Rory glanced at her door and lowered her voice even more. "Dating a guy in secret. A guy our age. Well, he's almost eighteen, but he's not a teacher. And he's not allowed to date, okay?"
Some more silence. And then, finally: "Is he a transvestite?"
"NO! WHAT THE FRELL?"
"...what did you just say?"
Rory blushed. "Um, it's a swear word I learned."
"Whatever, stop doing drugs. Is he a monk?"
"No! I mean, kind of. Sort of. It's complicated."
Paris's eyeroll was practically audible. "Rory. You can tell me. He's not a he, is he?"
"Paris. He's a guy. Trust me. He's in a sort of, um, religious order that forbids relationships, okay? It's not that exciting."
Paris sighed. "That is so boring. I thought you were one for passion. But I guess not all of us can have relationships like that."
"Hey," Rory replied defensively, in spite of herself. "We are plenty passionate. At least, we were. He had to go home for a bit. Emergency."
"I'm sorry," Paris said almost gently.
And that was more infuriating than anything else. Rory hated that. Pity from Paris?
"But," she said casually, "before he left, we had really hot sex."
"RORY!"
"Aha, not so pitying anymore. Anyway. So how are you and Jamie?"
"..."
"Um. Hello?" Rory tried again.
"Sorry. Just getting over that. Jamie's fine. We're talking. We're dating. Doing our thing. Hanging out. Chilling. Et cetera."
"Good. I'm happy for you."
"Yeah..."
"Paris? What's wrong?"
Paris mumbled something.
"What?"
"I'm just disappointed aboout the teacher kink."
Rory sighed yet again. "Okay, well, maybe someday you can fulfill that little fantasy. I, on the other hand, am going to bed. By myself."
"Okay, I need to get back to studying."
Another bout of silence as Rory picked at her comforter. "Hey, Rory?"
"Yeah?"
"What's he like?"
Rory paused. "Are you seriously asking, or is this leading into more teacher kink?"
"Seriously asking. I'm new to the boyfriend thing, remember."
Rory thought for a second, looked at the door, and smiled. "He's the best. He's...very sweet and attentive and protective, and he listens better than anyone I've ever known, and he's just great. He's great, Paris. But he's also not here. So...whatever."
"Attractive?"
"Very. Tall, blondish, blue eyes. You'd like him."
"He sounds like if you mashed up farm boy and Tri - "
"He looks nothing like Tristan. But he does remind me of Dean."
"Send pictures."
Rory thought of Anakin's hair, and general attire. And then thought of what Paris would say upon seeing him. "Um. Okay, I have to take pictures, first," she lied. "Send pictures of Jamie. I'm curious."
"Oh, no. That jinxes it."
"No it doesn't."
"Yes, it does, and I'm going to go study. Enjoy your teacher kink."
"It's not - " *click* "...crap."
TO:
FROM:
SUBJECT: Re: Update?
Hi Grandma, Grandpa!
No, seriously, life around here is boring. I'm one of the student directors of our production of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and England was lovely - you normally stay at the Landmark, right?
Aside from that, life trods on as usual.
How are you two?
Love, Rory
TO:
FROM:
SUBJECT: RE: Denial blah blah rivercakes
- >>> Oh, come on, Rory. Don't have a panic attack. You can tell me. I'm not going to tell anyone you're sleeping with a teacher. Though I have to say, the thought that you've had sex before me is troublesome. But not all that surprising.
Okay, first off, SHH. Secondly, NO TEACHER. And thirdly, I lost my virginity months ago and I *told* you about it. So WTF are you talking about?
- >>> Okay, if you're going to insist it's not a teacher, then what *is* your excuse?
...hang on. Calling you.
- R
Rory hit send and frowned at her screen before picking up the phone.
After a couple rings, she got an answer.
"What?"
"Hey, Paris," Rory said cheerfully, flopping onto her bed. "How goes it?"
"It goes. It's late."
"It's...eleven?"
"It's a school night, Gilmore. I was studying."
Rory sighed audibly. "Were you really? I'm sorry. I thought you wanted clarification on things."
There was a pause. "You mean on your teacher kink?"
"THERE IS NO - " Rory cleared her throat and lowered her voice. "There's no teacher kink. Do you want me to explain it, seriously?"
There was silence. "I think I'm going to be disappointed."
Rory sighed again. "Do you or don't you?"
"Go on, tell me."
Rory glanced at her door and lowered her voice even more. "Dating a guy in secret. A guy our age. Well, he's almost eighteen, but he's not a teacher. And he's not allowed to date, okay?"
Some more silence. And then, finally: "Is he a transvestite?"
"NO! WHAT THE FRELL?"
"...what did you just say?"
Rory blushed. "Um, it's a swear word I learned."
"Whatever, stop doing drugs. Is he a monk?"
"No! I mean, kind of. Sort of. It's complicated."
Paris's eyeroll was practically audible. "Rory. You can tell me. He's not a he, is he?"
"Paris. He's a guy. Trust me. He's in a sort of, um, religious order that forbids relationships, okay? It's not that exciting."
Paris sighed. "That is so boring. I thought you were one for passion. But I guess not all of us can have relationships like that."
"Hey," Rory replied defensively, in spite of herself. "We are plenty passionate. At least, we were. He had to go home for a bit. Emergency."
"I'm sorry," Paris said almost gently.
And that was more infuriating than anything else. Rory hated that. Pity from Paris?
"But," she said casually, "before he left, we had really hot sex."
"RORY!"
"Aha, not so pitying anymore. Anyway. So how are you and Jamie?"
"..."
"Um. Hello?" Rory tried again.
"Sorry. Just getting over that. Jamie's fine. We're talking. We're dating. Doing our thing. Hanging out. Chilling. Et cetera."
"Good. I'm happy for you."
"Yeah..."
"Paris? What's wrong?"
Paris mumbled something.
"What?"
"I'm just disappointed aboout the teacher kink."
Rory sighed yet again. "Okay, well, maybe someday you can fulfill that little fantasy. I, on the other hand, am going to bed. By myself."
"Okay, I need to get back to studying."
Another bout of silence as Rory picked at her comforter. "Hey, Rory?"
"Yeah?"
"What's he like?"
Rory paused. "Are you seriously asking, or is this leading into more teacher kink?"
"Seriously asking. I'm new to the boyfriend thing, remember."
Rory thought for a second, looked at the door, and smiled. "He's the best. He's...very sweet and attentive and protective, and he listens better than anyone I've ever known, and he's just great. He's great, Paris. But he's also not here. So...whatever."
"Attractive?"
"Very. Tall, blondish, blue eyes. You'd like him."
"He sounds like if you mashed up farm boy and Tri - "
"He looks nothing like Tristan. But he does remind me of Dean."
"Send pictures."
Rory thought of Anakin's hair, and general attire. And then thought of what Paris would say upon seeing him. "Um. Okay, I have to take pictures, first," she lied. "Send pictures of Jamie. I'm curious."
"Oh, no. That jinxes it."
"No it doesn't."
"Yes, it does, and I'm going to go study. Enjoy your teacher kink."
"It's not - " *click* "...crap."