Chapter 1-
"It has been 8 years since I have seen Logan Huntzberger. I couldn't marry him when he asked at my graduation party.. I just couldn't. I wanted to experience this fresh new world, and still be a girlfriend but not a wife. Whether that was selfish or not, I don't think i'll ever really know. But you see, even at that remarkable time I had confidence in my answer. I even kept my confidence when I watched Logan walk away that last time knowing I would never see him again..
But now here I am, staring at my phone since it went off last night.. not sleeping, not knowing what to do. Maybe I can throw it away, and live off of just emails. Or maybe I can just send those little messages on pigeons back and forth to Stars Hollow. Maybe I'll never have to pay another cell phone bill, maybe I'll never have to see another text message again.
"How does he even remember my number?" I whispered to myself.
I picked up my old style flip phone and stared at the screen, "Anyone can call me Ace.."
I shook my head, and slipped the phone into the top drawer of my dresser. It reminded me of the days Lane and I used to hide her Guns N Roses band shirts from her mom. I slammed the drawer shut and went over to my closet. I picked out my clothes for the fall day and headed towards the bathroom. I hadn't noticed how long my hair has gotten. It fell just beneath my breast in its usual dark tone. Today it had a slight wave, since I was rocking what I call the reporter hair bun all night long. Looking in the mirror were my tired, giant blue eyes. They were so tired, and so excited. You could see the fact I haven't slept thanks to the bags hanging below my eyelids but my eyes themselves were bright and ready.
I looked at the clock, 10:15 was yelling at me to get ready before Paris ripped my head off. I slipped into the shower and tried to was the image of Logan out of my head.
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The cherry wood of my desk gleamed when the lights overhead turned on. It was late and I was exhausted
"I think I know where my own brothers desk is, thank you for your all mighty helpfulness!" Finns voice echoed down the hallway.
"Oh here he comes, what trouble will he bring today?" I chuckled to myself.
"LOGAN! Well don't you look as dapper as ever." Finn slapped my shoulder and sat straight down into the French leather chair Odette had sent over last weekend for our anniversary
Nice to see you Finn, what a special occasion this is." I smirked
"Just was in the neighborhood for my father and thought I would stop in. its been a while since we enjoyed a nightcap together mate."
I saw you last weekend." I started laughing
"Well here's to round 2! Also its not everyday my business makes it into the New York Times, now is it?!"
Finn throws the paper onto the table, "I wasn't there for the interview." But I hear the girl that did it was excellent.
I look at the title "Yale alumni hires new graduates faster than ever! By Lorelai Gilmore"
"Wait Finn, Rory interviewed you?!"
"Do you not listen mate, I wasn't there! But you do know I've always loved her with my heart." Finn laughed and sat up.
"Now hurry up, the alcohol awaits!" Finn slipped out of the office and back towards the lobby.
I looked at the paper, and focused on her name, "she did it."
"I immediately reached down to the leather bag lazily rested against the legs of my desk. I pulled out the sleep design and pushed the on button. The bright apple illuminated the screen and I started searching every corner of my memory.
I typed in every combination of numbers I could think of when suddenly it just came back to me.
Looking at the text for a very long time, I let out a long breathe and sent it.
"I hope that's the right number." I questioned myself.
I shut the lights off and closed my office door, "Lets go Finn! I need something to drink immediately!
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"Jesus man, are you in a coma?" I felt Finn very close to my face.
"Urg what time even is it? I haven't drank that much since well.. since well last weekend.
"It's 3:15 mate! You slept all day."
"What? Has my phone been going off Finn?!" I jumped to my coat jacket and pulled my phone out of the seams. Unlocking my phone, I had a text message.
"oh my god.." I whispered in anticipation.
"Odette: I miss you, my love"
I frowned, "nothing from Rory.. why do I even care anymore. Let it go."
I locked the phone and held it for a second, without even thinking I went back to Rory's log.
I typed the message without even thinking.
"Rory, I miss you."
