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CyberspaceRory Gilmore-Forrester. No. Rory Gilmore-Mariano, it had a nice ring to it. Rory Gilmore-Huntzburger, not so much. She didn't know why she was scribbling her name on random pieces of paper, adding past loves last names, but she was. This was her second notebook. Filled with so many different versions of Rory Gilmore, with different styles of writing, some in cursive, some print, some were even bubble letters with hearts and stars drawn around the words that you would think a child wrote it.
Rory was no child. She had grown up and graduated college, becoming what she always wanted to be, an overseas correspondent. She thinks maybe she is doodling because she is lonely. At any other time, such a cliché act would make her feel ill.
She is in Europe right now, covering a story about resent protests. Her only communication to her family and friends is through email. It has been for the past month that she has been in that small-sandwich-eating, cheese-loving hellhole. She really has nothing against Europe. She loves it in fact, but sleep deprivation happens to the best of us. She doesn't have time to talk on the phone. She is constantly being pushed and pulled around, and barely gets more than three hours a night. She hardly has the time to email, but it helps that she can type ninety words-per-minute, and the fact she doesn't think she could live through another one of her mothers' nostalgic rants is quite an inspiration.
She logs onto her name, Gilmoregal. She thinks it sums up what she is, and always will be no matter how many things change. She will always be a Gilmore girl. She also thinks that it reminds her of her childhood. When it was just her and her mother in their little world, filled with books, music, fun, and love. It was an amazing world, but the real world eventually won and took it over. Responsibilities come when you are a Yale graduate.
She had five unread messages. Three were random ads trying to get her to buy anything from an impounded car to those figures that grow grass out of their head. She never understood those. You watered a head, and stuff grew. You could just as easily buy a pot and dig up grass from you back yard. It costs less, it's just as effective, it saves time, and BAM, you have your own grass to stare at, or sit on a lovely place in you living room just to wait and watch it die after two weeks.
One of the emails was from her mother. No surprise there. It talked about how much she missed her, and how Pierpont strangely went missing again. Rory would suggest to just bolt the damn thing to the ground and there wouldn't be a problem, but she thinks that might be slightly irrational. Besides, it's a bit crabby. She really needs to get more sleep. Her mother also says that Luke and Taylor are fighting again. Apparently, Taylor thinks that the town needs yet another streetlight, and Luke shockingly thinks that is unnecessary. She mentioned that it ended with a plate of potatoes in Taylor's tope.
The other email name she did not recognize. She was about to delete it, before examining the name a little closer. Jmtruncheon.
"No way." She stated to herself, before double clicking the link with her computer mouse and opening the email.
It was from him.
Jess Mariano.
Rory Gilmore-Mariano.
No.
Rory Gilmore.
Jess Mariano.
Two different people, two different names, two separate worlds.
She debated on reading it or not, but the pro's won out over the con's. She read the email. It went something like this…
Rory,
How are things? I don't really know what to write, but I feel the need to keep in touch with you. So here is my attempt. So far, it looks like I'm failing, haha. Things are good here, the store is getting more business than ever, and my book is actually selling. Can you believe that? That piece of shit is bringing in money. I'm actually working on another one. It's not close to being done, but you'll be the first to know when it is, Ms. Overseas Correspondent. How is it? Is it everything you ever hoped for? I hope so. I never did get to drive at you screaming in a foreign language. Well I hope to hear from you, Rory. Hope everything is going well for you.
Jess
Rory didn't know what to say, or write. She was still in shock that he even attempted to talk to her after she made a total ass of herself last time they saw each other. She treated him like dirt, and he didn't deserve it. But, she wasn't going to let that spoil talking to him; she was going to write back. To Jess.
Jess,
Things are great! They're really fast paced, and crazy, but I love it just like I knew I would. And I did it, just like you said I would. I am so happy for you and Truncheon! You have no idea how proud I am of you, Jess. And another book! That's amazing! I'm sure it will be wonderful. Oh, and about driving at me, screaming in a foreign language, you still need to learn a foreign language, haha. So get on that, and we will still do it.
Always,
Rory
She didn't sleep that night, which was probably the wrong idea but she couldn't help it. Her mind was bouncing back and forth about the new email relationship with Jess, and what it entailed. Were they supposed to meet, be friends, talk? She finally decides that she needs to sleep, and rolls over, grabbing the covers and pulling them up to her nose, imagining that there were arms wrapped around her, and she wasn't alone in that little hotel suite in Europe. Suddenly, those miniature sandwiches and cheese weren't so bad.
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