A/N: this is part one of chapter four but chapter five will be part two.
PLEASE READ THIS: THE CHAPTER STARTS OFF AT NIGHT AND THEN FLASHES BACK TO THE DAY BEFORE THE NIGHT SO DON'T BE CONFUSED! AND THE REASONS FOR THIS IS THAT…I was bored and decided to try something new…
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"And I walked in, and there she was, lying on his hotel bed in some La Perla lace set. She looked at me, and asked me if I wanted a go. I mean seriously, do I look that easy? Am I that pathetic?" He slurred, taking a large swig from the half empty bottle in his hands.
"No…of course not, but what I want to know is how did you know that the lingerie was La Perla?" She asked teasingly him, holding out her glass towards him so he could pour her more liquor.
"I have seen many, many…sets of…La Perla linger…longe…" he said proudly, trying to pronounce the last word but failing miserably.
"You mean lingerie…" she laughed, hiccupping slightly due to her current intoxication.
"You know, what am I supposed to do though? I mean he's my father, and she was a…a…I can't even say it," he said slightly calmer; his head lowered while he stared at his glass.
"I don't know what to say; I honestly have no idea" she said staring back at him with caring eyes.
"I know. Well let's stop with all this depressing, confusing shit. Drink m'lady?" He asked holding up the bottle high.
"Why of course good sir!" She yelled, while clinking her glass with the bottle. "Just like old times, huh?"
"Yeah, old times. Now maybe we should start another bottle. The whiskey is getting a little old. Tequila maybe?" He said, smiling at her.
"Oh here comes the tequila man!" She sang out to the tune of "Here Comes the Bride."
Rory and Logan laughed together, while Logan got a bottle of tequila out of his cabinet of his desk. Pouring the liquor into the two glasses, he sat back down across from Rory in a leather chair, facing her.
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Earlier that day…
Rory pounded the keys of her keyboard; her fingers working vigorously to complete her assignment before the staff meeting later that day. She had been so distracted all day, thinking about her past memories, she had completely forgotten about her article that was due. She leaned back in chair to admire her completed assignment, but her eyes caught a certain blonde leaning against his office door frame, aimlessly taking to another one of the secretaries. For some weird reason, a pang of jealousy coursed through her body; old feelings she thought she had buried arose. Logan…that name…that one word haunted her mind; he had affected her so much so long ago, that it never left her, it only got pushed down farther and farther until it seemed forgotten.
Rory looked back at her article, a piece on the advantages and disadvantages of large publishing corporations running and taking over small and large newspapers. The last thing she had to do was interview someone involved with a major corporation for their positive opinions on the subject. Her obvious candidate for this interview was Logan, but she wasn't sure that it would turn out well. Her eye caught him again as he strolled towards the door of the office with his cell clutched in his hand.
Just as he walked out, Rory's cell phone rang out loudly; "Walk like an Egyptian" by the Bangles filled the silence of the normally energetic newsroom. Since everyone was out getting stories, no one noticed her cell except for one of the other secretaries who looked over at her, stuck her nose high up in the air and briskly walked away towards her desk.
"Hello?" Rory answered quickly, paying no attention to who was on the other line.
"That is a very rude way to answer your phone young lady to your grandmother!" Emily bellowed over the other line.
"Hi grandma," Rory said while searching in her desk for a pen and blank notebook.
"Rory I was wondering what your night looked like on the 23rd?" Emily prodded.
"Um…I don't happen to know right at this moment grandma, but may I call you back when I find out?" Rory asked in her most polite society voice.
"Well…I guess so. But the 23rd is not that far away…"
"Don't worry grandma, I'll let you know before then," she said distractedly as she walked outside her office. People were beginning to return and she was making quite a scene since her grandmother tended to be quite loud and just a tad argumentative.
She strolled out of the office turning a corner abruptly she collided with a solid figure. She hit the ground hard as did her poor cell phone that went flying and smash; there was the hard marble floor.
"Damn it!" she screeched out, pounding on the floor angrily, her new expensive cell phone, of course. Just then rain started to drizzle down in front of her office building. As Rory sat there momentarily in the rain, the person she ran into came over to her.
"I'm so sorry…I wasn't looking where I was going. I should've…" he started to say, but Rory didn't hear the rest of the conversation, she was too busy staring up at no other than Logan Huntzberger, the man who had been haunting her thoughts since he came back into her life. He looked down at her, instantly recognizing who she was. "Rory…"
"Hey…" she stuttered back; they had rarely talked since their last encounter, just a casual hello or goodbye every now and then. Rory didn't realize she was staring directly at him. His gorgeous brown eyes pierced into her own blue; his hair and clothing were soaked through, and probably hers were the in the same disarray.
"Let me help you up…" he said, regaining his composure and offering out his hand. She was hesitant to take it at first, so many memories lay in just feeling his hand again, but she did since her efforts to stand up on her own were in vain.
"Thank you," she said meekly, "I should probably get back to the office and fix my appearance. Right now I'm the spitting image of Tara Reid at Girls Gone Wild after her fourteenth body shot of tequila and second bathroom run."
"Lovely image you've painted there Picasso. All I think you should walk before you run," he quipped back at her; his legendary smirk sitting playfully on his lips.
"You're right, I believe Paris called and said she had an opening in her next internet sex video and wanted to know if I was interested. I told her I'd have to ask Nicole if it was ok."
"Ah that Paris…the da Vinci of our time."
"I know, what would this country do without her exposed midriff and size two ass posted on every billboard and on the cover of every magazine?"
"I believe our tourist population would go down immensely. Plus, I mean who would the public have to look up to…we would have to resort to Dick Cheney and his hunting buddies."
"Yes but Dick doesn't know what color alligator boots are in this year."
"Yes but I've heard he does a mean catwalk. It's like he's walking like an Egyptian."
"And dancing in the dark."
"Awe…old Bruce, he makes me proud to be born in the U.S.A."
"Ditto, no one can wear jeans like he can."
"I'm not sure how respond to that one but my first response would be comment on how I believe that I wear jeans better than he does."
"But that happens to be open to debate Huntzberger."
"Save it for another time Ace…we have work to do and not much of it is getting done out here in the pouring rain."
"I guess we got a little carried away…" Rory said carefully. She was finally realizing what had just taken place; they talked, just like old times. A fun game of witty banter with the occasional smirk from him and an eye roll from her following suit had occurred. It was just like nothing had ever happened. Someone walking by would probably mistake them for a pair of perfectly happy best friends. How could she let herself forget what had happened so long ago? How could she stand here in front of him all calm cool and collected? How could he still just stand there in front of her, smirk and all, and make her heart want to melt right that second?
"Yeah Ace, I believe we did," Logan replied, a little sheepishly hearing him say that one specific word that had not passed his lips in a long time.
"I better go…" Rory started to say but soon stopped because of a familiar figure coming out of the glass swinging glass doors. The figure stepped out on to the rain soaked sidewalk with a red umbrella carelessly thrown open over his left shoulder. He instantly spotted her and came over.
"Hey, why are standing out here in the rain without an umbrella?" the figure questioned, a concerned look plastered on his tired face.
"Um…I ran into Mr. Huntzberger here when I dropped my cell phone and he just offered to help me find a replacement," Rory quickly lied. Her face showed her nervousness too well so Logan intervened.
"Yes I know an excellent place to get top of the line cells. I'll give you the address if you want," Logan covered for Rory skillfully and with ease, his charm instantaneously taking the wheel.
"No thanks but I'll keep that in mind. Rory…I mean Ms. Gilmore, would you like to come back into the office? I need some help with some paper work," he asked smoothly, but to Logan it was obvious the only "paper work" that would be included would be flying off the desk to make room for more important things.
"Sure…" Rory hesitated, "thank you Mr. Huntzberger."
"You're welcome Ms. Gilmore," Logan replied. His mind was turning with images of Rory with someone else. He couldn't think straight; he needed to leave. "I was wondering if I could leave for about an hour. I'll be back in time for the meeting but I think I need sometime to get some things together."
"Of course Mr. Huntzberger, then I'll see you back here at around four?" the figure asked.
"Yes, goodbye," Logan said and with the turn of his heel, he strolled down the crowded sidewalk.
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Ryan Leonard walked out of his office through the swinging glass doors; he paused momentarily to open his umbrella. He looked out to the sidewalk to see Rory in depth in conversation with the Huntzberger heir. They were talking quickly and animatedly.
"Hey, why are you standing out here in the rain without an umbrella?" he asked, looking over at Rory…
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Logan Huntzberger walked down 56th Street coolly, his mind trying to wrap around the concept of someone besides him being with Rory. Someone besides him being so close to her perfection; he couldn't understand why it still bothered him. Rory still managed to wiggle her way into his mind all the time. There was just something about her that seemed to never leave him. The way she carried herself and her wit, her charm…oh god how he had missed her. Something hit him as he strolled down the busy New York street, avoiding masses of people crowded on to one three foot strip of pavement; he wasn't the idiot here. He didn't do anything to deserve this, so why did he feel so damn guilty about so long ago?
Rory Gilmore had been the one thing he had wanted so badly that he was willing to take all risks to be with her, and now two years later, he stood in the middle of New York City scarred from heartbreak and worn down from work, dwelling on the past. The past had to go sometime or another. Life was moving around him so fast that he could barely keep up.
Move on. That one phrase so simply written that a first grader could decipher its meaning, yet to him, it seemed like that hardest thing to even comprehend. Moving on now seemed to be the only door open; he couldn't resist the pull of life pushing him through the threshold, but that little voice in the back of his mind couldn't help but hold on to thought that someday the pieces would all fall to together.
Logan Huntzberger walked through glass door of a small café on 56th Street, assured his mind was no longer confused.
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A/N: so this is part one of chapter four but chapter five is the second part so don't be confused. I was going to put them both together but I figured it would be too long. So chapter five will hopefully be up soon, but if you want it to go faster, please persuade my teachers to go light on the homework. PLEASE REVIEW!
