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Well I've been really into writing lately. So I've decided to go back and rewrite this story. I'm taking down Chapters 2 and 3. AND I've tweaked this chapter. Will be updating at least every week!
Blurb: Rory chose Harvard. She found Jess, Never met Logan or Marty. Lost contact with Paris, and has pretty much been ignoring her mother.
Disclaimer: You'd be stupid to think I owned the show.
Enjoy!
"Logan, LOGAN! Don't go Logan. I can't bear you to go" Rory murmured in her sleep, twisting and turning, dragging the covers off her sleeping counterpart.
"Rory" he muttered, "Rory, I'm not going anywhere." He pulled her closer, hugging her tight to his chest. "Rory, I lov- Who's Logan?"
"Huh?" she whispered groggily
"I said 'who's Logan?'" He was suddenly very alert
"Logan? I don't know what you mean. Please, just expl-" Rory whispered as she dazedly cleared the sleep from her eyes.
"Rory, I just heard you. Don't lie to me, you're a bad liar, I know it, and you know it. So why did you say it? I know you said 'Don't go Logan', so who the fuck is he?"
"I don't know. What are you talking about? Just-"
"Rory, are you trying to tell me you don't love me?" Jess was half out of the bed by this stage. His eyes imploring Rory to tell him the truth. To tell him she loved him.
"What?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with shock
"Is this some way to 'gently' break to me you don't want to be with me anymore?" His eyes filled with hurt.
"No, I don't understand.. What are you going on about. Just Explain, PLEASE" her voice filled with anguish.
"Rory, I-I have to go"
Rory watched as her fiancé of 3 months, and boyfriend of 5 years got out of their bed, pulled on a dirty looking sweatshirt and left. Slamming the door.
"Jess!" she shouted "Jess, Come back." Jumping out of the bed, she went running to the door, pulled it open, and ran as fast as her body would permit down to the elevator doors. As they closed all she got was the chance to see his beautiful brown eyes filled with hurt and regret.
"Go complain to your Logan" Jess whispered to the empty elevator as the single tear slowly rolled down his cheek. He couldn't bear it, he knew that they were meant to be together.
"JESS" she cried, banging on the elevator doors. Hearing the clicking of opening doors, seeing faces looking out to see what was making all the commotion, realising she was only wearing an oversized t-shirt of Jess's. Rory figured that something was seriously wrong. "Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you" she whispered.
"Rory. Wake up hun" Lisa's hands waved in front of Rory's face. "Wake Up" she shouted.
"Huh. OH" Rory lifted her head from her arms, recognised her surroundings and noticed her friend "Hi Lisa, Sorry, I must have dozed off for.. a bit."
"I'll say. God, how bad was the subway today."
"I wouldn't know"
"wait, did Jess drop you off at work?"
"no"
"then… how long have you been here for? The subs been blocked for about 3 hours, have you been here that long?" the shock was evident in her eyes.
"Something like that…" Rory looked around dazed. She couldn't help but feel bad about the events of earlier that morning. In her depressed state she noticed the hot steaming cups of coffee in Lisa's hands, and thought of the only substance she knew that could make her feel better. "Hmmmm, I need coffee"
"Here you go hun. It's going to be busy today, and it's not even 9 am. Why did you come so early? I swear you finished up last night."
"I needed to get out of the apartment. God this life is such a drag."
"Definitely, I mean, look at it this way. My predecessor at the Princeton Post became the next best thing to hit the New York Times, and you, well you went to Harvard, That in itself should have gotten you a job at the New York Times, let alone being editor of the Harvard Daily. Instead here we are, everyday. At least there are some jobs freeing up above us. Any day now. I'm willing to bet on us getting raises."
"sure" Rory muttered.
"Rory, I- is it something to do with Jess?"
"is what?"
"You, the way you are, did he cheat on you?"
"No" Rory burst out; finally letting the tears come sliding down her cheeks. "He thought I was cheating on him, with a guy I don't even know!" Her face covered in wet salty tears, Rory lay in Lisa's arms, enjoying the feeling of another body.
Jess couldn't believe he was sitting in the middle of a bar before 12, but looking at his empty beer bottle, he knew it was true.
"Shit" he muttered.
He didn't know how he could have not noticed. He thought that she'd seemed a little distracted lately, talking about how she was about to get a raise. He should have known she was sleeping around to get it. Logan, the name sounded so bitter. "Logan" he muttered, even that was to quiet. "LOGAN" he shouted, causing the patrons of the bar to jump.
"Are you alright buddy?" asked the bartender as he came over.
"Another beer please" Jess replied. The bartender passed Jess another drink.
"I asked if you were alright,"
"Oh, sorry." Jess looked back down at the empty beer glass as he sipped his new beer. Realising the bartender was waiting for an answer Jess decided to play it safe. What if this was Logan? "Why do you ask?"
"Well you just shouted 'Logan' to the whole bar, and you seem pretty upset. Did this guy do your wife or something?"
"Maybe." The bartender turned to serve another surly customer. "Hey! Wait!" Jess knew he was running late. "Do you have the time?"
"Yeah, It's about 11. Should be having a lunch run pretty soon."
"Really?" Jess looked down at the place his watch normally sat. Sadly it wasn't there today. 'Damn' he thought, realising it was lying on his bedside table.
"Well, my names Marty and if you ever want to talk about anything-"
"Look, its ok. I'll work it out. Marty…"
"Yeah, but if you ever need a hand, here's my card. I'm hosting a poker game here tomorrow night. You should come, it should be fun."
"Thanks man. Maybe I'll make it 'round". Jess looked at the rectangular business card he held in his hand.
Marty Wilcox
Jess looked up.
"Thanks man"
Rory arrived home from the office to an empty apartment, she dropped her bag on the floor, changed into her 'home' clothes, and opened a bottle of sherry. It wasn't her favourite drink, but she always kept a bottle at home for when her dad came around with his wife. She always thought it was funny to toast her a bottle of her name. But today she only drank it because otherwise the house was virtually dry.
Jess slammed the door as he got home. It was 19 hours since he'd first left and he was still slightly tipsy. He hadn't had a good day at work, despite how often he had wanted to fall into a deep sleep, he was always badgered by questions to do with his small bookshop. To make it worse, he was meant to be starting his next publicity tour, and he'd been bothered several times by his publisher calling about different radio stations that wanted interviews. He was so tired and he looked forward to sleeping in his big large warm bed. But seeing Rory's bag on the floor, he realised there was something he had to do. Slowly he went into the kitchen. There he saw his beautiful fiancé with her head slumped on the table, a half full bottle of sherry next to her.
"Rory" he whispered. "Rory, wake up"
Rory's head stirred, "Huh, what? Oh, hi Jess."
"Look, I'm sorry that I got a bit mad this morning. We need to talk about this"
"Jess, there is no Logan. I swear"
"Well then, is there an anyone?"
"NO! How many times do I have to say it, I'm madly in love with you Jess." Her fists slammed into the table, just missing knocking the bottle of sherry to its side.
'Thank god' thought Jess; he couldn't believe how worried he had been.
"Rory, I love you too. You're the only girl in the world for me. Today when I thought you were in love with another man, it broke my heart. I just- I need you to understand that-"
"Jess, its ok. I will never love anyone else; I never have loved anyone else. You're the man of my dreams."
"What about Dean?" Jess sat down in the empty seat next to her, looking into her eyes; trying to gauge a reaction.
"Dean?" Rory made an effort to screw up her face as though trying to remember something. In reality she knew exactly who he was talking about. Her first true love, but that didn't matter anymore. He was with Lindsay. "Oh, Dean. I never really loved him, half the time I was with him I was madly in love with you. So he doesn't count"
"Fine then. Well, there must have been someone at Harvard."
"Nope. None of those Harvard-y guys were for me. In a different reality maybe I would have picked a man from a different uni-"
"What?" Jess was shocked, if she'd met someone else she would have left him?
"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was, if the world was so altered, that you left me for good, rather than promising to come back, and I met someone, maybe someone from a different college, maybe. But that's impossible, so I am well and truly with you."
"That's good babe. I'm happy" Jess reached an arm out to bring her closer. Wrapping his body around her. "Now let's go to bed."
Please Read and Review. And I will be updating in a week. The next chapters are ready.
Also Blatant plug. I've just started a Fictionpress account: Lizzywithfire. My First two stories are up. One is a very big fantasy adventure centring around a princess who has just lost her spot as heir to the throne. And pretty much her whole life is changed, it's called 'Elvish Legacy'.
The other is purely a fiction story about a girl with psychotic issues[Multiple Personality] which are caused by family problems, and it's called 'Release Me'.
