Title: Coda: So…Talk
Author: Kathea
Pairing: Rory/Logan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Still don't own them…I'm working on it though
AN: I did lots squeeling during the episode last night. I sounded a bit like a dolphin, I think. I loved the little Rory/Logan action we were given and I was so happy that Luke and Loralai got back together. It was so sweet. So on with the story. Check my homepage for thanks, per usual. Also, I believe the title of this ep was "So…Talk", I can't find it anywhere on the WB website to confirm. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
Logan was right; Yale was quiet when everyone was gone. It gave the words "ghost town" a whole new meaning. The mornings after aren't quite so awkward now. Maybe it's because there is no one around to see or maybe it's because there have been enough morning's after to erase any embarrassment. At least I don't have to share him with anyone this week. True, Finn has called everyday, sometimes twice a day. One afternoon his timing proved to be quite auspicious, as I had Logan's pants around his feet and the cell phone was on the other side of the room. Logan hobbled, then tripped, to the table. He tried, in vain, to maintain that arrogant posture he usually carries. I was giggling helplessly from my seat on the couch as Logan muddled his way through an explanation of his current activities. Logan flipped the phone shut as my giggles became louder and I suddenly found myself under the heavy weight of one Logan Huntzberger. Not that I was complaining, don't get me wrong on that score.
I think we found every coffee shop that was open, tried the best grease pit near Yale, and watched "The Office" enough for even Logan to get it. It was one of those idyllic weeks like the kind you read in fluffy romance novels or watch in an ABC Family movie of the week. Where time slows down and there are languid moments of just staring into each other eyes. That sweet and sappy time where you are discovering the little idiosyncrasies of a person and every moment is filled with meaningful looks.
I tried very hard to ignore the little voice in my head that was muttering to me during the week. It was saying the most hateful things. It constantly reminded me of how much time we had left to ourselves and what the rest of the semester would hold for our "relationship". It had the gall to mention, repeatedly, the exact nature of our agreement. Like I didn't know the details, hell I'd agreed to it hadn't I? After a while I was starting to get a little irritated with my inner voice. It was so annoying like a cross between my mom, my grandmother, and Paris. Strange I know but obnoxious all the same.
The sad thing is that it spoke the truth. I'm one of those people that have a hard time lying to myself. True, I can repress like a master but lying and repression are two different creatures. I know things will change when the campus is inhabited by people again. Friends have a strange way of changing how you act, especially with boys. So, I am just going to prepare myself for the inevitable change to come. I will not be surprised by the sudden swing from caring and considerate to ignorance. Guys do that, I can accept that. I can accept that the guy I am falling for can absolutely not know that I am falling for him.
AN: I'm really looking forward to next week's episode. Looks like a nice opportunity for a lot of agnsty stuff. Until then.