What If She'd Said Yes.
What if Rory had become Mrs. Huntzberger and had done the right thing. What if? Well, you're about to find out. Please rate, because when people rate, I respond--- with more chapters!
Rory's POV
"Rory, will you marry me?"
"Logan, I, I--- Yes Logan, yes I will marry you."
I could see my mothers face, the inner pain that writhed. And Christopher's' face, they were shocked. But then I saw Logan's face, and I knew, it was going to be alright. Finally, I turned, and there was a carriage to take us back to Yale. Where, tomorrow, I was graduating from college.
"Logan, I… I love you, and I didn't get the New York Times."
"Ace, it's okay, but now we have Palo Alto."
"Right, yeah, a new beginning, West Coast style."
"Haha, right, and anyways I could never have standed a long-distance engagement, but you should probably tell Emily about Palo Alto, she'll freak because I won't be here to put in the arduous hours of wedding planning, and…"
"Ace, shut up, we're here at you're dump. Get out, and I'll see you tomorrow. And remember, tell Paris right when you get inside, I want to hear her screams."
"You're not going to come in, you do live here."
"Well, I'm staying with a friend, give you and Paris some time."
So as I walked in the door of the building, a shady looking character skulking around the lobby, as I walked up the stairs. I reached the door, and opened it. It was a light tug, just enough to get it open, but not enough to make noise. I peered inside, and there were Paris and Doyle making out on the couch, UGH…
"Get a room…" I said, with disgust.
"Rory, shut up, but how was your night? Fabulous graduation party, I presume?" Paris said, making snide remarks about the filthy rich.
"Yeah Paris, it was good, I ate food, talked to people, got engaged."
"Got ENGAGED Rory? Seriously, not part of Project Finish line, not part of Project Rory."
"You can join the club of those who are unhappy."
"Rory, I'm not unhappy, but Logan? Really? It is Logan right?"
"Haha, yeah because I've been sleeping with other guys for the last two years."
"Well, congratulations. I think."
"Thanks Paris, I'm gonna hit the hay. We are graduating tomorrow."
"Right Rory, see you."
I stepped into my room, and fell flat on my bed. I lay, staring at the ceiling all the holes, and creases, all the normalcy I had in that room. My college years, the last years of my childhood, the time where others took care of me, I am starting an entirely new chapter. My life, depending on others, being with Paris, the East Coast is over. Friday Night Dinners are over. Life as we know it is over.
It's time to sleep, Mrs. Huntzberger.
