Midnight Musings | PG | Gilmore Girls
Title: Midnight Musings
Prompt: sleep deprivation, neurotic, pressure
Fandom: Paris/Tanna, Gilmore Girls
Requested by: mrschimpf
Rating: PG
Word Count: 647
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This was extremely difficult to write, mainly because I like to pretend that Tanna doesn't exist. She's…annoying. So, I decided to throw in a bit of subtle Prory to make up for it. I hope you like it!
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Paris let out a frustrated groan and rolled onto her back. She blinked hazily at the clock on the nightstand, its bold red letters displaying that it was 3:48 in the morning.
She'd had that dream again.
She hated that dream. It was distracting and cruel and unnecessarily erotic.
It was about Rory.
She couldn't rationally explain why she was having dreams about Rory. She knew that she was in love with her, but that was most certainly not rational in any way. It was ridiculous, really, because why should she delude herself into thinking that Rory could ever like a girl like her? What good had ever come from wishing for something that would never happen?
Paris looked over at where Rory slept. The full moon cast a luminous glow through the window, falling upon Rory's face like some sort of angelic halo. Paris rolled her eyes. Apparently she became a Hallmark card when she couldn't sleep.
With a resolved sigh, Paris pulled off her comforter, swung her legs off the bed, and got up. She shrugged on a robe and quietly crept out of the shared dorm room. She prided herself for not looking back at Rory, and then kicked herself for thinking about her anyway.
To her dismay, the living area of the dorm suite was not empty like she'd expected it to be. Tanna sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching infomercials. She appeared to be rather absorbed in a product that boasted the ability to mince vegetables into a pile of mushy dust.
"Hi Paris," Tanna said absently, picking at a hangnail. She kept her eyes on the television but scooted over to allow Paris to sit beside her.
"What are you doing awake at this hour?" Paris asked, her voice harsher than necessary. She took a deep, calming breath. She didn't need Tanna crawling under the couch again when she'd finally started to warm up to her.
"I can't sleep."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"I've had insomnia for a while now. Ever since I found out I was adopted."
Paris looked at the floor. "Oh…I didn't mean…"
"It's all right," Tanna replied. "It's a good time to catch up on my television."
Paris raised an eyebrow, looking at the overly made up woman on the television holding up a mop, but kept her mouth firmly shut. She nodded.
"I take it you can't sleep either?"
Paris suppressed an eye-roll. "That's correct."
"You should just tell her how you feel, you know. Then you'll sleep great."
"Excuse me?"
"Rory, I mean. If you just tell her…"
"What are you talking about?"
Tanna looked at her then, her face completely serious. "My parents had trouble sleeping when they were debating whether or not to tell me that they had adopted me. They sleep great now."
Paris mulled over the statement, staring at a loose thread on the arm of the sofa. "So what's your excuse?"
"Just lucky, I guess. I don't have any secrets unfortunately. Though…I'd probably have told them already. I'm bad at secrets."
Paris cast her gaze upon Tanna's blank, innocent face. "You're very odd. You know that, right?"
Tanna nodded. "I think I'm going to warm up some milk and try to sleep. I have an exam in the morning."
"Sleep well," Paris mumbled.
"You should tell her." With that, Tanna disappeared into the kitchenette.
Paris watched the television for several more minutes, though her brain never comprehended the images flashing on the screen before her. She considered what Tanna had said. Was it that obvious that she had feelings for Rory if a girl as sharp as a bowling ball could pick up on it? She'd have to make sure to check herself in the future.
Or…she could just tell Rory how she felt.
For the first time in her entire life, Paris Gellar was afraid to speak her mind.
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