Disclaimer: The usual.
It was 2:59 pm Saturday afternoon and Rory was making sure that her wig was covering her entire hair. There was a knock on the door. She answered the door with great enthusiasm.
"What's up Doc?"
He was stunned by her attire, but quickly recovered.
"What's up Doc?"
"Well Harpo doesn't talk so there's no good catch-phrase."
"Well there's Groucho."
"Everyone does Groucho." She paused, "Come in, come in."
They made minor small talk with regards to the Marx Brothers in the doorway before he came in further. Rory had outdone herself with decorations that fit the theme.
"I like what you've done with the place." He commented.
"Well, it's all about the vibe. Hey what did you bring?"
She inquired about the food that Marty held. " It's just some leftovers from the Cartina engagement party."
She had snacks as well, assorted kind of pretzels. "Hey I told you I'd take care of the food.
"And I see you did," glancing at them on the table.
"Pretzels of the World." She announced, "San Francisco sour dough, German pumpernickel, chocolate covered Swiss and Wasabi bites are also very intriguing." She looks up into his eyes, "And I also ordered a pizza before you got here."
"Well I see we have the food part covered."
"Yes we do," and she beckoned him to sit.
Rory was a little nervous and she started talking faster than usual. It was a bit obvious that the situation seemed awkward from Marty's angle. He started making stiff gestures and was twitchier than she remembered him to be.
"You going to stay like that all night."
It took Rory a second to figure that he was talking about the wig, "Oh no, sorry."
"I mean, you can." He was trying to cover his tracks.
"No, it's okay." She was realizing it.
"I mean it works for you."
Rory was flattered a bit, but never missed a beat in the conversation.
"I guess we should start the movie."
She pressed play and noticed he was a bit restless. He gladly took the Wasabi nougats that she offered. He shoved too much in his mouth. Only after did he realize how strong of taste the nuts have. He tried to remain cool, but Rory, who had been watching him, looked concerned.
"You in a little pain there?"
With a full mouth, he proceeded to tell her, "Much more than a little."
"Don't worry, your mouth will get numb in about a minute."
He continued to mumble and she offered him a soda. As she went to get one, Paris, upon arriving home, lectured her about kicking Doyle out. She let Paris vent, it was the best for everyone. Once the storming girl left, they got back to the movie. Marty was a bit more relaxed and things got back to normal. As they once were.
"God I missed this place." Marty smiled as he referred to old times.
"I'm going to say something that will upset possibly everyone in the entire world." Marty spoke up from their position on the sofa.
"Wow"
"I thought that I Love Lucy the episode with Harpo Marshall was lame.
"Get out."
I don't think that Harpo even for a second believed he was looking in the mirror. Last time they made that, popping up from behind the partition move she was totally slower than him."
"You carried with you that for a very long time."
"I mean we had to believe a lot from those Hollywood shows, I mean Dorie Sherry was happened to be hanging out in their pool. I'm sorry I was totally with Lucy when Ricky took those women to his premiere of his movie. What an ass!"
"You have to stop watching I Love Lucy."
There was a knock at the door.
"Oh man, I hope that's Paris. Maybe she and Doyle had a fight. That would be great."
She looked at him so happily when she got up to get the door. He was so relaxed, and she was just hoping whoever was at the door was not going to interrupt them for too long.
"What is this darkness under the bosom buddy exterior of yours?"
It was Logan. Of all people and tonight. Why now? She gives him a somewhat enthusiastic greeting. Marty was slightly uncomfortable when he realized who was there. Before they knew it, they are both invited to dine with Logan and his crew. Rory made it clear that they are not obligated to go, but Marty did not want to hold her back.
She knew Marty was put on the spot, and he did not like that crowd. They had always treated him like dirt and this time would not be any different. The night was going so well and they had so much left to do. Almost like a date, or a typical thing a boyfriend and girlfriend would do without the making out.
Marty had already stopped the show. She did not believe for a second that he truly wanted to go with those guys. She had no intention of putting them in a stupid position.
Sure she liked Logan but tonight if anything proved one thing: he was not the only one that she was attracted to. Logan offered adventure and Marty was a secure kind of guy. Logan was a pretty boy who got everything, but Marty was the one who understood her. Logan was roamer and a troublemaker. Marty was the one who had strange quirks like she did. Logan was straightforward and just seemed highly hedonistic. Marty seemed like he wanted something more intimate and true. What it all came down to, does she want casual date or a relationship?
Rory at this point in any other situation would have made here pro/con lists for each of them, but there was no time. She looked at Marty, who was still waiting for her to confirm. He looked so cute and just standing there giving her a forced smile. She needed to make a decision soon.
His shoulders were hunched, and he was unsure of what was going to happen. He just wanted Rory to be happy. He would do whatever it took to see her that way.
Marty watched her grab her cell from the top of the mini fridge and dialed. He could not help but overhearing, "Hey Logan. Sorry we're not going to join you for dinner…. No we were in the middle of something… Yes sort of. …." Then she mumbles something about strings and finished with a firm, "Good night."
She shut her phone and put it down. Rory gazed up at him, "No worries. I got us out of that." Smiling she went over to the couch and plopped down on it. Marty soon followed.
"It would have been no trouble." Marty felt his duty to say that.
"No, no. I liked what we were having tonight."
Marty did not know what to say. He finally grasped reality that was favoring him right now. Rory was going to casually put her legs back on his lap as she was about to press play once again. Marty stopped her.
"Wait, Rory I really feel I have to tell you something." She looked at him. "I am glad we are friends and all but I don't want to be just friends anymore. I like you Rory."
She leaned in and softly kisses him. He was stunned. "Rory?" Her mouth covered his to stop him from saying anything else. She pulled him in for a deeper kiss, and he was closer to her than ever.
Together they shifted positions where she was on her back, and he on top. They did not break their kiss for a while. They resurfaced and broke apart.
"I said no to dinner with Logan's crew, because I would rather start something with you. I like you too Marty."
He moved in, and kissed her slowly.
They returned to the movie soon afterwards. They paused every so often to make sure that this was true. As they came up for air, Rory asked, "Would you like any pretzels?"
"Anything but the Wasabi nuts." They both laughed and enjoyed the rest of their marathon.
A/N: Continue or stop? Tell me.