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Maybe Her. Rory/Paris. 496 words. Gen. ao3
“Seriously? You really do things like that all the time?”
Rory made a face, raising her eyebrows at Paris as she nodded.
“You asked to come spend the weekend in Stars Hollow with me. You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to.”
“Oh, sure, because I have so many alternatives.”
“Wow, I feel so wanted and appreciated.”
“Well, that’s on you for bringing me here.”
“You agreed to be my dance partner for this dance marathon. You told me we would crush everyone else, and I believed you. I’m holding you to that.”
“Yes, because I thought it was just a dance competition, an endurance feat. You didn’t say anything about the dressing up part. We all just look ridiculous.”
“What? I think I look cute.”
“You look cute, on your own. An entire gymnasium worth of this looks like a village of people who lost their mind. Unlike you, most people can’t really pull off the flower crown.”
“Then you won’t have any problem lasting longer than them on the dance floor. Besides, flowers look beautiful on you.”
“Oh, of course I do. And I will crush them. Everyone here will leave completely humiliated, except for us.”
They were interrupted by Luke and Lorelai joining them in the line for registrations, holding a thermos of coffee for them to share. There had been a weird vibe between Rory and her mom lately. Ever since that Yale alumni party Richard and Emily had thrown with only boys. Rory thought maybe Lorelai had opinions about her coming home in a limo with a group of trust fund boys, feeling like the Gilmores were trying to influence her into following a specific path instead of making her own choices.
She wanted to reassure her, but something was stopping her. She remembered the way she felt at that party, seeing all these boys that her grandparents had picked as good potential dates for her. And she remembered the way she felt when she realised there were no girls. She’d expected to feel betrayed and trapped, but it was more like disappointment. She’d wondered what it meant for days.
Then she was hanging out with Marty and Paris, and there it was. No matter how sweet he was, and how snippy she got, Rory’s heart still fluttered for Paris. And she didn’t know how to tell Lorelai, or even Paris for that matter.
“Alright, Rory, what are you thinking about? We need to go and get ourselves a good spot on the dance floor, come on.”
Paris took her hand to lead her toward the gymnasium and Rory smiled. Maybe she didn’t need to say anything just yet, maybe she could simply enjoy what they had and see where it went for a while. Because sometimes, just sometimes, there were moments when she thought Paris might like her too. She’d come to Stars Hollow with her after all, when she could’ve just as easily stayed at Yale.
