Chapter 3
What am I going to wear? Rory sighed as she filtered through her clothes. It's too hot for this, she thought as she came across a wool sweater. Too cold for that, she thought as she picked up a tank top. A dress? No, that's too formal. Sweatpants? Too casual.
Rory groaned. "Why the heck did I agree to this anyway?" Rory wondered aloud, not noticing the person standing in her doorway.
"You should wear that denim skirt with that green Aeropostle tee. You'd look hot in that. Not that you don't already" The person said, making Rory jump. She rotated slightly till she was facing Logan.
"What are you doing in here?" Rory said as she scanned the room making sure no bras or tampons or anything like that were just lying around. She had to admit, she had rampaged the room fairly well.
"So, did a bomb go off in here or something?" Logan questioned as his eyes scanned the room. "Or is this just your idea of fun? Cause I can tell you something a whole lot more fun then that to do with your bed."
Rory rolled her eyes and turned back to her clothes. Now that Logan had pointed it out, the skirt and tee-shirt did go really well together. She might as well wear it.
"Well, now that you have helped me with my fashion dilemma, you can leave." Rory said. Behind her Logan smirked.
"So," he said. "Why did you need this outfit?"
"Because, Tristan invited me to a party tonight," Rory replied trying to find the right shoes to go with her outfit.
"Well then, I might just see you there," Logan said as he left her room.
Rory started to get dressed.
Rory coughed as another gust of smoke drifted towards her. This wasn't her type of party. Why she let Tristan and Logan convince her to come she did not know. She surveyed the main part of the party in the dark room she overlooked. It was fairly crowded, especially the section that was obviously the dance floor.
People were squashed together and still managed to dance. A dance Rory would never imagine herself doing. She didn't know how they could stand the heat considering she was about to burn up and she wasn't amidst the dance floor packed with people like sardines packed in a can.
Then there were couples making out on couches…and floors… and tables… and walls… and everywhere else. A few had gone to the numerous bedrooms in the mansion, but some were getting it on right in front of everyone.
Rory sighed as she leaned against the nearest wall thinking she probably would have had a better time if she had stayed home and read a Jane Austin book like she had planned.
"Not having much fun either?" Someone from beside her said. She looked around and saw no one. As she looked around again she spotted the source of the comment, one of the McGregor boys sitting a couple steps down. He had a book in his hand. What was his name? Mark? Max?
"It's Matt," the guy said, as if he had read her mind.
"Right, I knew that," Rory said sitting down next to him. At his cocked eyebrow she said, "Okay, maybe I didn't. But how am I supposed to keep track of all your names? There are seven of you!"
"Okay, I won't hold it against you," Matt said with a small smile. "This time."
"So, what are you reading?" Rory asked, indicating the book in his hand.
"Oh, just reading the horse and his Owner for the millionth and second time. It was my favorite book when I was little," He answered.
"C.S. Lewis, he was one of my favorites too," Rory commented. "So, are you going in tenth grade?" Rory inquired.
"Actually, I'm still going to be a freshman. I'll just be taking some tenth grade classes. I guess I could skip ninth grade and just be a sophomore, but my best friend, Sam, won't let me. She thinks I'll abandon her."
"Really? Well I guess that's too bad." Rory said.
They both fell silent. After looking around the room a bit Rory tried to get the conversation started again. "So…" she said.
"Knit," Matt interrupted.
"What? Knit?" Rory looked at him like Luke looked at Lorelei when she did something odd.
"You said sew, I said knit," Matt commented as if that made all the sense in the world.
"Right…" Rory said, looking a bit skeptical. "Anyway, what I was going to say was, are you sure you are related to your brothers?"
Matt looked at her, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're so different from them. First of all you're reading. I've yet to see any of your brothers with a book. Plus you're reading at a PARTY. Shouldn't you be getting drunk like your brother over there?" She nodded to across the room where Logan was telling a story to some onlookers. Judging by his vast hand motions he was making, the story had something to do with his hair, the door, and the scantly clad blonde girl who was all over him.
'Parties aren't my thing," Matt said. "Especially not these kinds.'
"Mine either," Rory mumbled.
Rory sighed as she relaxed against the seat of the car. She and Matt had talked for about two hours about various things like books, music, movies, and such until Logan got so drunk he started a fight with some guy over the last beer. They got him out of there as fast as they could, but he still got a bloody nose. Once they had sheparded him, Jess Dean, and Tristan to Matt's '86 Corvette, they left.
"So, you're the designated driver?" Rory asked quietly.
"Yeah," Matt said. "The only reason I go to these parties is to make sure none of those bozos get hurt." He nodded to the back where his brothers were crammed in and passed out.
"It's lucky Logan didn't get too hurt tonight." Rory whispered.
"Oh, the fight? Seams like at these parties, at least one of my brothers gets in a fight. You get used to it." Matt said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Okay, maybe you don't. I'm still mad at them for throwing their lives away doing this partying junk. Especially Jess. He's smarter then me, yet he was held back a year. It makes no sense. I mean, Tristan and Logan pass, but probably only because they are the kings of Chilton. I'm still not sure how dean makes it through school. He's the least partier of the four, but he has next to nothing in his brain." Matt took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to listen to my ramblings."
Rory smiled slightly. "It's okay. It's just good to know I'm not he only one who goes on and on at times."
Matt smiled slightly as he pulled into the driveway. "So, should we drag them inside?"
"Err," Rory contemplated. "We could try?" Matt nodded and they took hold of dean, who was the closest to the door, and put his arms around him. They dragged him to the door. As they climbed up the steps the front door flew open, casting a bright light on them.
"Why are you so late?" Someone yelled from the doorway.
A/N Its been forever, I know. I'm sorry. I've been busy. I'll try to update more often from now on. Sorry
I hope you thought it was good. I kind of let you get a more vivid picture of Matt's personality since he will be an important part of this story.
Thank you so much for the reviews. People like it a lot more then I thought they would.
Anyway, r and R.
Kristie
