Summary: He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be thinking about his best friend this way. But when she swayed her hips back and forth, it drove him crazy. When she threw back her head when she laughed, he imagined his lips on her long neck. Worst of all was when she threw her arms around him, engulfing him in a crushing hug—that's when he knew he was gone.
Rating: Eventual M
POV: Third person with the feelings from both Rory and Logan
Background information: For the sake of this story, Rory grew up in high society—it just makes the most sense, since she and Logan have been best friends forever. This story takes place during the same time frame of season five. Logan is only one year older than Rory… he went on the Yacht trip with Colin and Finn. He left Steph and Rory—who are a year younger. Currently, everyone is in their second year of Yale. As the story unfolds, you'll gain more information.
Author's Note: So, I'm posting the first chapter of "Where You Felt Safe." I want to thank everyone who helped with giving me ideas… I took reviews, PMs, and my own discretion into consideration. The title of this story is a lyric from the song "That's Okay," by The Hush Sound. The name of the chapter is a lyric in the Hush Sound song "Honey."
Official Disclaimer: Nobody likes an egotist who claims to have done all of these wonderful things, while, in reality, they're just lame. I'm not like that—I'm just lame. But I digress, I don't own Gilmore Girls… juts the laptop on my lap… which may or may not be mine.
Where You Felt Safe
Prologue
He wished someone had told him—a simple phone call is all it would have took. Then he would have been prepared, ready, for the sight before him. If someone had had the guts to just tell him, he wouldn't be where he was right now. He wouldn't be sitting on a barstool, watching angrily as she talked to other guys, as she flitted around gracefully, enchanting everyone she spoke to—in fact, he was pretty sure the guys in the room weren't that interested in what she had to say. That's the only reason he agreed to come, or at least, that's what he was claiming if anyone asked. He was here to protect her—in a big brother way—from the massive crowd of creeps thinking of ways to get into her pants.
This was Emily's doing—the Male-Yale party currently circulating around them—the frenzy of horny, early-twenty-year-old boys. He commemorated her for her craftiness, but loathed her at the same time. This was a product of Rory's recent single-status, since she recently broke off her relationship with one Tristan Dugrey after what seemed like an eternity of an off-and-on again game. This time it seemed permanent—all contact had been cut off for the entire summer. They were now in the first week of the new school year, and to Emily, it seemed like the perfect time to make her mark.
But Emily meddling in Rory's love life wasn't what was bothering him right now, that was hardly new. It was something that happened a week ago—something that someone should have warned him about. He didn't like surprises, he never had. So, when he saw her that night at the pub—celebrating his, Colin, and Finn's triumphant return from sailing the world for a year—it had thrown him through a loop. He walked in, expecting to see Rory Hayden, his best friend, not Rory Hayden… for lack of a better word… "hot babe."
He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be thinking about his best friend this way, not Rory, not his innocent Rory. But he couldn't help but be attracted to her that night… and ever since then. He had left her in tenth grade for boarding school—he'd left her gangly and awkward. Sure, he'd continued constant correspondence with her throughout the years, she remained his closet friend—the one person he could rely on and tell anything to. But when he walked in and saw the backside and gorgeous pair of legs belonging to some chick with wavy, brunette hair… he found himself getting turned on, simultaneously thinking about her legs wrapped around his waist. When she turned around, and he found himself face-to-face with her angelic face and stunning blue eyes, he felt his body grow rigid, and not just his torso. When she swayed her hips back and forth, it drove him crazy. When she threw back her head when she laughed, he imagined his lips on her long neck. Worst of all was when she threw her arms around him, engulfing him in a crushing hug—that's when he knew he was gone.
Every touch made him feel awkward. Every word she uttered made his heart flip… and what was worse was that he wasn't sure he wanted it to go away.
He wondered why now. He wondered why her.
She looked over at him, spotting him for the first time, and smiled. He returned a weak one and immediately felt guilty for his thoughts. She trusted him; he was supposed to protect her. He turned around and ordered another drink from the bar. He needed to drown out the thoughts of her naked.