A/N: My first chapter(or prologue, or whatever you want to call it) of my first story! I've kind of been toying with this idea for a long time, and I've had this chapter(or prologue or whatever) done for a while now, but I was trying to find the courage to post it. After PMing with ICanSeeYourFace on here for the past couple days, I finally found it, so a big thanks to her :) Anyway, here it is, and I apologize in advance if it sucks. I'm not that experienced on writing fanfiction other than stuff for school which I have to tell you is really boring, and I am certainly not a fan. Anyway, getting back to the point, here it is. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Let's see... a pair of fuzzy socks, a blue picture frame, a green desk lamp, a hand mirror... Oh, they were talking about what I own in regards to the characters and the show? Ah, gotcha. I'm following you now. Nope, sorry. I don't own any of it.
PS: Certain events in the show's already laid out story line will be deleted or switched to go with the story line I created, it just works better that way. I don't really plan on having many events from the show in my story except in the beginning to set the scene and set up stuff for the major change I'm making. After that, everything is pretty much coming from the depths of my mind... Oh, and everything before my fic begins, which is episode 1x1 to episode 6x17, has occurred, and has changed in no way, shape, or form. As for the POV of this story, for the first chapter(AKA this chapter) and the last chapter(if i ever get that far. fingers crossed!), it's narrator view, but I'm planning on having the rest of them in Rory's POV. Jess' POV seems like more fun to write from, but for this story I think Rory's will work best.
PSS: Sorry for the long A/N, I promise not to make it a habit... Okay, that's a lie. I have a tendency to talk a lot and over share, so I would get used to fairly long A/N's. However, you can just skip over them if you feel the need to. Chances are that I won't write anything important in them anyway.
"Go with them if you want," she said, nodding her head towards the door of their apartment.
Logan ignored her suggestion. "Is it your life's mission to embarrass me at every opportunity?"
Rory scoffed at her boyfriend's accusing words. "It's Robert, Colin and Finn, Logan. I've seen them all dance naked with their underwear on their heads. There's no embarrassing you in front of them."
"Well, you embarrassed me tonight." Logan looked down, focusing on controlling his temper.
"How? By pointing out that the stunt you're planning doesn't exactly sound safe?"
His head snapped up at her remark. "It's called the Life and Death Brigade, Rory."
"Yeah! And you're supposed to try to avoid the death part."
"This is not your business! And why aren't you at the paper? You're always at the paper at this time of night."
"I finished early," she stated sharply, unsure of why she needed to explain herself to him.
"How? You delegate a little? Let people actually write their own articles?"
Rory blew off his weak attempt of trying to get to her. "That's old news."
"It's not old news! You knew that would embarrass me and you didn't care!"
"Please!"
That was it. He'd had it with her. "Even when we're together, you're someplace else. You leave and you don't kiss me goodbye. We're at dinner and you're on your cell phone the whole time! You never leave notes anymore about where you're going to be so I have no idea where you are! You haven't forgiven me."
"What are you talking about?"
"For the girls I was with when we were separated."
"I said I forgive you!" she exclaimed, finally expressing how frustrated she was with this conversation. She was tired of talking about it with him. She was tired of talking about it in general.
"Yeah! You said it! But you haven't, though. You haven't."
Rory gave Logan a foul look. She knew he was right, but she wouldn't let him know that. How dare he doubt her word. How dare he doubt her.
Logan grabbed his jacket off the rack by the entrance to the apartment. "I'll be at the pub."
She watched him walk out without a backwards glance. She was frozen in place for what seemed like an infinite amount of time, just staring at the door that he had exited through. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was shaking violently, and a few more to notice the moisture that was steadily flowing down her face. A soft moan escaped her lips as she realized the full intensity of what had just happened, and began to sob.
Rory stood there crying for a short time before sinking down to the floor. This kind of all-consuming crying was probably better relieved in a bed. There, she could scream and cry without alerting the neighbors, her voice muffled by pillows. She considered going to their bedroom to make herself more comfortable on the big soft mattress while she cried, but the bed itself smelled of his soap, his shampoo, his cologne… it smelled of him. That was more than she wanted to deal with right now. More than she could deal with.
She wasn't sure exactly why she was crying. Was she angry or sad? And more importantly, were those emotions directed at him or at her? She honestly couldn't tell.
They'd had fights before. They'd actually had one similar to this one. She wondered why it made a difference this time around. Honestly, as far as his "actions" went, this wasn't nearly as bad as what had occurred when they had first started dating. Rory remembered going to his dorm, dead set on telling him that she didn't want to be "one of the many" anymore, that they should just go back to being friends. Instead, he decided to commit. She was even more shocked at his decision than he was. She had doubted he could do it, but he had promised her that he would because he didn't want to lose her.
Maybe that was it. Maybe this hurt so much because he'd sacrificed his lifestyle, the only one he had ever known, to be with her, and then after one fight, he called it quits. Maybe she figured that he had changed his mind about the whole commitment thing. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe she regretted it, too. Maybe he realized how stupid he was for trying to commit to her and trying to change who he was. Maybe she thought she was even stupider for believing he could commit to her and trying to change him. But she wasn't exactly sure what she was thinking. She was too overcome with the tears that were consuming her mind and her heart. The sobbing shook her uncontrollably for a good while, and when she was finally able to control it, only one thought came to mind.
Mom she thought. I need to call Mom. She'll know what to do. She always knows what to do. She'll help me get through this. Rory reached for her purse that was on the side table next to her, succeeding in her efforts to pull it into her lap. She searched through her purse, trying to find the small silver phone, but came up empty. Frustrated with the fruitlessness of her search, she dumped the contents of her handbag (the Birkin Bag that Logan had given her, though she was trying extremely hard to ignore that fact) on the floor, searching through the mess and discovering her phone almost immediately.
She opened her phone and went to the contacts page, scrolling through the names of acquaintances and schoolmates, most of which she hadn't seen or spoken to in years. Note to self: clean out this damn contacts list. She came to her mother's phone number, her thumb hovering over the "call" button, when out of nowhere her mother's voice filled her mind. It was the speech that Lorelai had given Rory after her disastrous dinner at the Huntzberger home that she had attended shortly after she and Logan had started their official relationship. If he is going to bolt, maybe you should let him bolt. He told you, Rory, he told you he wasn't a commitment kind of guy…
She snapped the phone shut, realizing that if she did call her mother, she would be in for another big helping of "I told you so", and that wasn't what she needed or wanted to hear at the moment. She slowly came to the realization that she really didn't have anyone who could help her with this. Everyone hated Logan, and even though they would put those feelings aside when comforting her, she knew what emotions would lay behind every word they would say.
She decided to head to the bedroom, reminders be damned. She couldn't possibly feel worse than she already did. What were a few reminders of him going to do? Everything reminded her of him anyway. It was his apartment, after all. She slowly gathered her possessions off of the floor, taking the time to organize them in her purse, welcoming the distraction of something to focus on. Organizing was something she enjoyed doing. It made her feel like her life was in order, and she liked how she felt knowing that even a small part of her life was perfect. She realized with a sigh that it wasn't that easy with her boyfriend.
When she was about halfway done, she came across a piece of paper amongst her other belongings, picking it up to examine it. It was a flyer for an open house addressed to her personally, one that she had completely forgotten about until that moment. Without thinking, she shoved everything that was still lying on the floor into her purse and grabbed her keys off the hook by the door.
As Rory got into her car, she pulled out the GPS from the glove compartment, entering the information needed to achieve directions, and was on the road before she could give it another thought.
A/N: Where's she off to? Most of you that are religious watchers of the show and have seen all the episodes multiple times(like I have!) probably know where she's going. For those of you that aren't, shame on you! Your punishment is that you won't know where she's going until the next chapter. I hope you've all learned your lesson.
PS: I'm not sure how often I'll be updating, it all depends on school and life and stuff, so bear with me. I have a snow day today, so no school! Which means I'll probably be working on the next chapter today, maybe even the ones after that if I feel inspired enough.
PSS: So a friend of mine told me that reviewing is kind of important on here? I'm not sure if it's true or not, but the only way for me to find out seems to be by you guys reviewing... Coincidence? Probably not.