Part I:
The Pink Postcard.
Rory Gilmore had been waiting all day for just one simple phone call. Just one.
Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Logan, had left for London.
The last she had spoken to him was earlier that morning, and after his promise to call her back before seven that night, she was still waiting. It was now nearing nine o'clock.
"Darn you, Logan," she muttered, disappointed.
Rory leaned against the counter of the kitchen inside their apartment and flipped open her cell phone, the number she then dialed being one she had called countless times over the years.
The second line rang four times. Growing impatient, Rory tapped her fingers on the granite countertop.
Finally, her mother picked up.
"Hey Rory," Lorelai said. "What's wrong?"
Rory's eyebrows went together in confusion. "How did you know something was wrong?"
"Oh don't you know?" Lorelai replied in an innocent voice. "It's a mother daughter thing."
"It is?"
"Yes. Besides, it's late on a Tuesday night. Almost nine o'clock."
Rory was silent for a moment as she thought about her mother's strange, yet rarely wrong logic. Most of the time she liked to try and sort it out with real reason, but something was wrong, and she was calling to complain, after all.
"Logan said he would call me before seven, and its almost two hours past that promise now. He knows since we last talked this morning that I was looking forward to hearing from him again."
"Well, have you tried getting a hold of him?"
"No…" Rory sighed. "But he's never missed a call time at all in the last two weeks he's been gone… maybe something happened."
"I doubt it," Lorelai replied, then added a bit more enthusiastically, "but if it makes you feel better, hun, he probably hasn't called you back because Mitchum has him working over time. Logan's probably ate his cell phone out of pure boredum. That, and I bet the kid doesn't even get a lunch break."
Rory sighed, again.
Life... it just seemed so hard without him. The phone calls were the only means of contact with him she had to hold on to, and now even that was beginning to fail.
"I don't want to be in this apartment anymore... can I come over?" she asked, turning slightly to look at the clock above the stove. "If I stay here any longer, I'll end up going crazy."
"Of course you can. But first, what kind of crazy. Edger Allen Poe crazy or Emily Gilmore crazy?"
"Both," Rory replied affirmatively.
"Then get your butt over here! I'll see you in bit, kid."
Rory snapped her cell phone shut and walked out of the kitchen, toward the front door. She slipped her phone away in her purse and pulled it, along with a light jacket, off a fancy wooden coat hanger.
After making sure all the lights were shut off, she stepped outside into the hallway, and closed the door behind her. Taking a second, she closed her eyes and inhaled.
Logan... why did you have to leave? We had really started to become something...
Despite the incident with the bridesmaids, which had really been just a horrible misunderstanding, Rory had concluded not long ago that she would always love him, in some way. Christmas was nearing anyhow.
At least Mitchum had garanteed they'd return from London for the holidays.
Only two more months and I'll see him again...
Opening her eyes, she took a step forward.
Something scuffled beneath her feet. Rory paused and looked down in confusion, bending over to pick up a small rectangular piece of paper. Examining one side, she discovered it was a post card, and that it was addressed to her.
Most of them were decorated with some kind of scenery, some beautiful tropical setting or resort, but there was nothing... except hot pink. Glancing at the return address, she saw it had come from London. And not only that, but it matched the same address of the place in which Logan was staying.
Before she read the pretty handwriting on the other side, somehow, Rory knew she wasn't going to like this.
"Hey stranger," Lorelai greeted after Rory walked through the front door.
She was sitting on the couch in her pajamas, a pizza box on the table in front of her along with poptarts and marshmellows.
Rory wore a mixture of a confused and hurt expression as she made her way into the living room and sat heavily on the couch. Her gaze stayed solidly on the coffee table before her, scanning over the delicious things her mother had put there.
Unfortunately, her appitite had disappeared.
Sensing that her daughter was upset, Lorelai grabbed a marshmellow and handed it to her. Rory slowly accepted it.
"You can always vent to me, you know that. What's wrong? There has to be more to this than Logan forgetting to call you."
With a heavy sigh, she said, "As I was leaving the apartment to come here… I found this."
Reaching into the pocket of her coat, Rory withdrew the small, hot pink postcard, which she had folded. Lorelai furrowed her eyebrows and accepted the strange thing from her, unfolding it and reading the pretty handwriting.
Once she was finished, Lorelai re-folded the post card, her expression serious.
"Are you sure he's worth all this?"
Rory shook her head. "I don't know. I mean, I love him mom, but will it always be one thing after another?"
She rose from the couch, wanting nothing more than to sleep suddenly. To forget about him and pain she felt, at least, until morning.
"I'm just going to go to bed," she added, before her mother could reply. "The paper has been really wareing me out lately anyway, and I haven't been sleeping well."
Lorelai sat in silence as her daughter left the room, and the sound of her bedroom door closing broke the silence for a moment. So many things she would have loved to have said to her-if only Rory had been willing to talk about it.
"Logan," she murmured to herself. "Darn you."
In her room, Rory changed into a pair of old pajamas before she crawled beneath the covers of her bed. It felt good to be home. It felt better than she thought it would.
Her cell-phone was on mute in her purse, and from where she was, she couldn't see that the front of it had just lit up.
Logan was calling.
"No," she said quietly, determined. "I'm not going to lay here and cry about this. I'm home... I'm where I need to be."
Rory,
If you think Logan acted horribly after your supposed breakup when you found out about everything at his sisters wedding, then you should see how openly he acts here, now that you can't "have him on a leash" anymore, or so he says. Oops, I think I've already said too much. Anyway, wish you the best at Yale.
And that was the content upon the little pink postcard.
