Title: Flying Distraction
Author: BehrBeMine
Feedback: I'm hungry. Feed me.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Don't sue, I'll cry. ;p
Summary: Rory, and the fall that Logan's secret society gave to her.
Rating: G
Distribution: Just please let me know and we'll be good.
Classification: Rory, and mentions of the boys in her life
Spoilers: 'You Jump, I Jump, Jack'
Author's Note: ...Huh. I know what you're thinking: this header is like longer than the actual fic. Just a little tiny ficlet. Enjoy your additional thirty seconds of reading.
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Come on, Ace. He's urged you forward, now it's time to move.
You barely look at the edge you're falling over. As a thought forms in your mind, it's too slow, and it fades away. And you are falling, falling, holding onto nothing but the thrill of just that.
You don't think of the boy whose love built a car; don't think of the one whose notes remain in the margins of your books; don't think of the flirt who never could get your name right.
You refuse to look at the boy beside you, refuse to scream just to test him; just to see if he'd save you.
Before you can even think about thinking, the thrill of this plunge has taken you hostage. Has overridden these talking, walking worries, and erased them for this moment of flight.
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