»i will follow, if you lead
»by Averie
»No © infringement intended or incurred.
»If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there-Lewis Carroll (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)
»Written January 8, 2005
A/N: Once again, no one pointed out my pop culture 'mistake'. 'O Brother, Where Art Thou' wasn't released on VHS or DVD until early 2001. It wasn't even in theaters until December 2000. I'm going to stop making 'mistakes' in my pop culture, I only turn up disappointed. (smilie face)
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January 19, 2000 (Continued)
Lorelai started keeping a digital diary today. I showed her how, and she fell in love. And then she called Luke and they stuttered back and forth for an hour and a half, but they decided Luke will pick here up at seven and they'll go to dinner within an hour driving range. And I will disappear for the night so that I don't have to listen to them going at it like rabbits. I'm suddenly glad I put a lock on my room.
Moving on…
I'm meeting Jess at the bridge tonight. I really hope he's late. Really, really hope.
Well, it's about time to meet him, adios.
Needles are fun,
Rory G-H-G
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She rushed out of her room, put on her coat, and left. She ran to the bridge and looked at her watch, which she'd previously set with the news station.
Ten... Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Zero.
He showed up as her watch hit 11:06.
"I'm late, aren't I?" His hands were, once again, shoved in his pockets.
She smiled, nodding. "Nyah, nyah." She stuck her tongue out for a moment before sucking it back in, "No surprise."
"Okay." He shrugged, sitting down and waiting for her to follow suit. When she did, he began to speak. "Did you hear them on the phone?"
She nodded, "Majorly pathetic. Afterwards, Lorelai told me that I have to stay somewhere else Friday. She wouldn't admit as to why."
"Mmhmm," he nodded. "They'll be goin' at it like lions." He lay back… "Where you going?"
…and she followed suit. "Well, some friends from back west are coming in for the weekend and were all congregating at Logan's."
"Have fun with that." His voice held more sarcasm than he'd intended.
She just chuckled, "First, you don't know my friends. Second, what is your issue with Logan?"
He shrugged, not really having an answer, "No 'issues' with Logan." He ran a hand through his hair, "Did I just finger quote?"
She nodded, here hair bouncing with her head, "Yeah." After several seconds of silence, she spoke again, "We'll pick you up at… seven-thirty?"
"I'm not going to your stupid party."
She nodded, rolling her head to face him, "Yes, you are. Either that, or immediately get over whatever issue you have with Logan." She batted her eyelashes cartoonishly, "Actually, only three people know about my tongue, including you."
He turned on his side, his head resting on an outstretched arm, "How did you miscalculate?"
"Sometimes I forget Chris is dead," she replied, simply.
"Who are the other two people? I'm guessing Logan is one."
She shrugged, "My friend, Miranda. She actually did the piercing." She giggled, "But only after Chris signed the slip."
After several more minutes of silence, he broke it, "So, you did a cross country relationship at fifteen?"
"Yes, that I did." She smiled sadly, "A lot of work."
He bit his lip, "You must trust him a lot."
"Not a chance in the world." She smirked at his confusion, immediately switching gears, "I've never had a reason to distrust him, to my knowledge. I've also never had a reason to trust him."
"Are you going to, somehow, force me to go to your stupid party?" He raised an eyebrow, reaching a hand to play with a lock of her hair.
She swatted his hand away, "I'll read 'A Farewell to Arms' again, and do that 'notes in the margins' thing."
"Hmm, reading Hemingway and defiling a book." He thought a moment, "'A Farewell to Arms' and 'In Our Time', notes in both."
"'In Our Time' and 'The Sun Also Rises', notes in both. With pencil."
He rubbed his chin, "You drive a hard bargain, Gilmore-Hayden-Gilmore."
She swatted his arm, "I'm getting the fixed." She smiled coyly, "Do we have a deal, Mariano?"
"Deal made." He nodded a confirmation.
Rory sat, stood, and walked away without another word.
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"You're late," Lorelai sing-songed as Rory entered the house.
Rory lifted her arm, looking at her watch, "I'm three minutes early."
Lorelai pouted, "School night, stop disproving me and go to bed."
"You don't want details?" Rory asked, raising her brows at her eternally curious mother.
Lorelai perked instantly, pulling her daughter down to the sofa with her, "Speak."
Rory rolled her eyes, "He was late; I have to read Hemingway, and defile two books. He's coming to Logan's Friday."
"Hey!" She looked slightly miffed, "When do I get to meet the prestigious, yet elusive, Logan Huntzberger?"
Resting a thoughtful hand on her chin, she drummed her fingertips against her lips before lowering the hand, "Saturday." She stood, stretching. "As you said, school night. Time for bed, bye." And she went to her room.
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