A/N: Okay guys here is the first installment of my new Gilmore Girls Fanfic. Read and Review and tell me if you think I should continue this or not. Constructive Criticism is encouraged! 3
Disclaimer: Amy Sherman Palladino owns Gilmore Girls, not me
Wishing
Chapter 1
Starry, Starry Night
Rory Gilmore almost spat her coffee all over her hotel room's coffee machine. It tasted so horrible she didn't even know if she could swallow it. Of course, this same routine happened every morning. Rory would wake up in desperate need of caffeine, would go to the coffee machine and make herself coffee, take a sip, and then remember that the coffee in all the hotels was totally and completely horrible.
Rory went to the bathroom to brush her teeth in hopes of washing away the terrible taste of the coffee. For a moment she stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were as blue as ever, and her brown hair was still voluminous and beautiful, yet something about her was different. Maybe it was her lack of good coffee, or her lack of sleep that made her skin look sallow and pale. But Rory knew that that wasn't it. Ever since graduation her skin had had that sunken look to it. Like something was missing. Rory glanced over on the sink counter and saw her roommate's styling gel. She gritted her teeth. Another roommate she had once had also used tons of styling gel. But she had thought it was so adorable, and well, very sexy. But she hadn't seen that roommate since...since...that day.
She still repressed the memory of that day. She tried to keep it at the back most part of her brain. But some days, it floated to the front and Rory had no choice but to acknowledge it. As she closed her eyes she saw the head of gorgeous blonde hair turning nonchalantly on his heel and walking away. She saw him refuse her offer of long distance. So he loved fer enough to propose, but not enough for a long distance relationship? A boiling wave of anger swept over her. But as quickly as it had risen, it fell again. Why had she said no in the first place? She had told him that she still had a whole life ahead of her, that she wanted to do things on her own accord. Why couldn't she have done that married to him? She could've not changed her last name, or done a million of other things. She felt so stupid.
She opened her eyes again to see herself still looking in the mirror. Except now, her rude roommate, Dana, was standing behind her. She always shared a hotel room with Dana, despite her desperate pleas to switch. Though Dana was an exceptionally good writer, she had an exceptionally bad attitude when it came to people in general.
"Gilmore, if you're done staring at yourself, I'd like to use the bathroom" Dana stated obnoxiously. Rory rolled her eyes and stepped out of the bathroom. She never actually got the chance to brush her teeth so her mouth still had that dreadful taste of hotel room coffee in it. She strolled over to her purse to dig out her case of Altoids. As she popped a peppermint one in her mouth, she stared out the window. The sky was still a murky grayish black color and the sun had not yet fully risen up out of the clouds. They were currently in Chicago, the windy city, and the hotel they were staying in was completely and utterly grotesque. There was a thick layer of dust coating anything and everything in the room, the room itself smelled like moldy cheese, and to top it all off the coffee, as previously stated, tasted like crap.
She briefly debated calling her mother or Lane, but decided against it. She wasn't exactly sure about all that time difference stuff and wasn't about to wake them from their slumbers. She could call Stephanie, she was probably up partying no matter where she was, but Rory wasn't exactly sure where she stood with Steph, so she thought better of that too.
Finally, Rory resolved to putting on her UGGs and going down to roam the interior of the hotel, something she had grown accustomed to the past month she'd been on the campaign trail. She left her room and traipsed down the hall way. She passed a vending machine and reached into her boot for the spare dollar she usually kept in there. She pulled it out and pressed B22 for the Pop Tart. The shiny silver metallic wrapper fell from its spot on the shelf and came down the chute. Rory took it, unwrapped it and began nibbling on the sticky sweet snack. This totally counted as breakfast. This Pop Tart was strawberry flavored and strawberries were definitely breakfast. It was just an added bonus that there was a large cake of frosting on the top of it. Did it still count as breakfast, though, if she tried to eat around the strawberry filling? Oh well, her mother would be proud.
She wandered the hallways of the hotel, counting the number of doors. Fifty six, Fifty Seven... She came across the pool which was on the Base floor. She did not even want to think about what might be lurking in that death trap. A few more hallways she walked until she found herself once again standing outside her hotel room door.
She fumbled around in her PJ pants pockets for her key card, but it wasn't there. She hadn't remembered to bring it with her when she'd left. Shit. She slid down against the shabby, peeling beige walls and made herself comfortable. One did not wish the wrath of Dana upon themselves, and banging on the door to have her come open it would definitely have a wrath ensue.
As Rory took in her surroundings, she spotted a painting of 'Starry Night' by Vincent Van Gogh on the wall. It was a cheap knock off, but it was still pretty. She had always liked that painting for some reason. It never failed to take her breath away. As she stared at it this morning she took focus on one single star. She put all her worries, all her thoughts, all her troubles onto that one star. She wished she could leave them there.
Rory smiled as she remembered that her mom once told her that to wish upon a star, you have to say the rhyme. She felt silly but whispered it anyway.
"Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight," She breathed in, "I wish for a better roommate, I wish for another Pop Tart, seeing as I finished my other one, I wish for better coffee and I wish for Logan back." Rory stopped herself. She hadn't even known she was going to say that until it came out of her mouth. Did she really wish that? Was that really what she wanted? Maybe it was lack of caffeine induced, but something in her gut told her that wasn't the case.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Dana whisper-screamed at her. Rory turned around, surprised to see Dana's head sticking out of the door.
"No-o-thing." Rory said
"Well stop talking to yourself before someone calls the cops." Dana replied. Rory hoped Dana hadn't heard...
"Oh yeah and I heard you say you wanted a better roommate, so you get your stupid little wish 'cause I'm outta here tomorrow. I got a better job at a newspaper." Dana slammed the door before Rory had the chance to respond. She wasn't going to call Dana back to get her to let her in, she knew better. Instead, she settled herself against the wall and sat there for maybe ten minutes before a cleaning lady came along.
"Oh doll...get locked out of your room?" She asked kindly. Rory nodded her head.
"Here," the cleaning lady said. She slipped her all access key into the slot and the door popped open.
"Thank you" Rory replied kindly.
"Oh, and take these for your troubles." the lady said, reaching into her cart. She pulled out a Pop Tart (S'mores flavored) and a 'Dunkin' Donuts' gift card and handed them to Rory. Rory was shocked and pleased all at the same time. Maybe this wishing thing worked after all.
The sound of clinking glasses and music filled the air. A high society part was in full swing and Logan was stuck in the middle of it all. When he was invited, he thought it might be fun to have a go, but right now he was rudely reminded of all the parties he went to as a child, as a teen, as a young man. It was being a Huntzberger all over again. He had moved to Palo Alto to get away from all that. But here he was, stuck in the midst of it all yet again.
He took a long swig of his scotch as he looked around. He recognized almost none of these people. He couldn't even remember who's party this was. It was his business partners sisters anniversary or something. His business partner invited him, and he didn't want to be rude.
Stupid happy couples surrounded him on every side giggling, smiling, dancing...it was sickening. He pulled out his blackberry to check work email, even though that was not proper etiquette for a party, but right now Logan didn't really care. Much to his annoyance, though, his blackberry was dead and it had just turned on long enough for Logan to see that he had a missed call from his Dad. Great.
He politely excused himself from the table, and grabbing his scotch, made his way out of the big creme colored doors of the ballroom and out into the hallway. He shoved his hands deep into his pants pockets, and found it odd that he pulled out a Pop Tart wrapper. A deep pang of grief hit him. She like Pop Tarts. In fact, this was probably her Pop Tart wrapper. Strolling the carpeted, fancy corridor, he let the thoughts he'd been repressing for the past month wash over him in a wave. Feelings of anger, sorrow, frustration. He had proposed and she had said no. He had been so sure she'd say yes. So so sure. How could he have not seen that she wasn't ready yet? She had only just graduated college, she still had so much left she wanted to do! Why couldn't he have waited? But, then again, why couldn't they have had an elongated engagement? He would've been fine with that. Didn't she know him well enough? Didn't she trust him enough to know that he would let her follow her dreams? Didn't she love him in the same way he loved her?
After many unanswered questions swarmed through his head, he plopped himself down on a fancy beige love seat. The several glasses of scotch he had had finally caught up with him and he began to feel a little dizzy. He just really wanted to go home. But guess what? His phone was dead so he couldn't come call a cab, or his driver, or anyone else to come and pick him up. He was stuck here until he could find another solution.
Logan got up, undid his bow tie, and began to wander more hallways. All the other rooms were dead empty, and quite frankly, it was kind of eerie. His footsteps echoed of the walls and his breathing sounded excessively loud. Right now he could be at home watching a movie, eating take out food, but no. He was stuck at a stuffy party he didn't even want to be at. Some people might assume Logan would rather be at a bar or a club partying, but those days were over for him. 'Responsible Logan' was now the persona Logan took and bar trips were reserved for nights out with the guys, which happened scarcely these days.
Suddenly, the hallway Logan was walking in came to a dead end. Odd. What was even weirder was that this dead end had a large replica painting of Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' displayed. Logan took a moment to admire this fine piece of artwork. It had always been one of his favorites for some reason. His sister, Honor, had always liked it too. Something about wishing on stars or something had drawn her to it. She had taught him a nursery rhyme or something... how did it go again?
"Star light, Star bright," Logan muttered "First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. I wish that my phone would start working, I wish for my dad to stop bothering me, I wish to go home, and I wish to have back my Ace." He nearly fell over himself. Did he really wish for that? Maybe it was alcohol induced...But something in his gut told him that wasn't it. He missed Rory, his Ace, and all her quirky ways. He missed her, and he truly wanted her back.
Logan reached to shove his bow tie into his jacket pocket, but his hand hit something hard and rectangular instead. He pulled out the extra phone battery he kept with him in case of emergencies. Why hadn't he thought of that before? He quickly swapped it with his dead phone battery and watched as his Blackberry sprang to life. He checked his email and voice-mails and somehow, mysteriously, all of the ones from his father were gone. Weird. Quickly he called a cab and then waited outside to be picked up. He'd explain tomorrow why he left the party unannounced. Right now, he was just content to be on his way home. Hey, maybe this wishing thing worked after all.
A/N: Hope you liked it!
