AN: Hi! I'm so sorry I'm late with updating I've been doing training as a Link Leader at my school (help the transition for incoming freshman throughout the year) And since they have us waking up 7 to be there at 8 I have been extremely exhausted and sleeping horribly, but enough of my complaining I'm here and here's the story, oh and I dedicate this chapter to my new beta reader Lindsey Renee!
It's Sunday Night family night. Fun. Every Sunday one of us in our family cooks dinner then we all talk about our feelings and crap, my dad called it bonding my mom and I called it hell. My brother loved it for some reason that was beyond me but I guess I could kinda see why it was the only time all of together when my dad wasn't on business and my mom and I weren't on the road for gymnastics, I felt bad for my brother he was the one in the middle he had to stay here and go to school while me being homeschooled on the road and my mom coming with me to every meet, I feel like we neglect him sometimes not that he complains about it. I was currently in the kitchen it was my turn to cook even though my family should know better than to let me. I was going to make spaghetti and meat balls it was my specialty and the only thing I knew how to cook. Everyone was banned from the room, for my safety and their own besides they wouldn't want to come in anyways, I always blasted music while I cooked it helped me concentrate, I was almost done with the spaghetti when the doorbell rang ignoring it I continued to sing and cook. That is until my mom burst through the door totally running my flow
"Mom! You're banned! Out!"
"But I have juicy information for you"
"I don't care what it is O.U.T.! the masterpiece is almost done, when I finish then you can tell me"
"Bu-"
"No Buts Lorelai or I'll put you in the corner"
Lorelai gasp "Nobody puts baby in a corner!" she exclaimed as she backed out of the kitchen.
I smirked knowing treating my mother like a child would always work when trying to get rid of her. After another half hour of cooking I'm finally ready to serve my family. Walking out to tell them the food was ready I'm frozen to the spot. Sitting at the table next to my brother is Logan the very annoying reporter. I take a deep breath, letting it out I prepare myself for the rage that I will now express to my family.
"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?"
"Rory! That's rude to say to our guest"
"You mean nuisance"
"Hey, I resent that. You enjoy my company"
"Yeah in your dreams"
"Now Ace, I don't think it's appropriate to talk about my dreams" he said with a wink
I look at my parent's only chuckle. I shake my head in disbelief my dad was the one who warned my mother about letting reporters into the house, well wouldn't it seem a bit hypocritical to let one eat dinner with us, especially when my mother has no filter what so ever.
"Dad! Don't you think it's a little hypocritical to let him in the house! You warned mom and me but now you just let him into the house"
"Rory, I know him. I've known him since before you were born. I hadn't realized the other day that was him."
"I don't care how long you've known him, he's not welcome here"
"He is so just deal with it Rory, Now go set the food up, I'm hungry and it's not nice to starve your guest"
"Mom you're just going to let this happen!"
"I tried to tell you but you threatened to put baby in a corner!" my mom pleaded somewhat guilty.
"Fine" I grumbled as I walked back to the kitchen I continued to mumble incoherent anger as I set five plates. Somehow I managed to carry all five into the dining room and setting them on the table for everyone, while forcefully slamming down Logan's plate.
"Enjoy" I said in a snarky voice. Moving to my seat I finally got to dig into my food, it really does tastes good better than my other cooking endeavors, maybe I should be a professional chef when I'm done with gymnastics. I never really think about what I should do when I'm done but I hope to be successful but still keep my ties with gymnastics. I mean there's plenty of star gymnasts that still support gymnastics even though their done but still go to college have a family and move on. I guess I fear that I'll move on but won't be as good as I used to. I hope that when I have a family that my little girl or boy will be proud of their mom for what they did. I'm always afraid of being a washout getting one big injury and never being able to play again. I pray every day that doesn't happen. I guess I have a fear and love for gymnastics.
"Ror?" I hear my dad say interrupting my ranting thoughts
"What?"
"I was just saying how good this is"
"Oh yeah thanks"
"Oh c'mon honey, try to enjoy this"
"I'm not mad I just don't want to talk okay?"
"Teenagers" my brother mumbles
"Hey I wouldn't be talking you're getting to the same age I am, you might be just as bad as me"
"Oh god, why did we have two kids again?" my mom asks worry in her eyes
"You wanted more remember? You wanted the Brady bunch life style"
"I take it back! I can't go through puberty twice"
"Hey! I wasn't that bad"
"Oh honey… you were bad"
"How! I never did anything"
"No honey, you didn't yell a lot or slamming doors and over obsessive training" my mom say sarcastically
"What I never obsessed about training" I said defensively
"oh Hun you must not remember you waking us up at 7am every morning to get to the gym, or you waking up before going to the gym to work out downstairs. It took a lot of work from your father to not let me kill you"
"Oh how about the time she only ate salads" my brother piped in I sent a glare his way. I had only just remembered Logan was eating dinner turning my head towards him I noticed the smile on his face. God my parents sucked they love to ruin my life. My mom would say it's payback for briefly ruining her figure when she was pregnant with me.
"Ok I think that's enough embarrassing Rory moments" I say finally shutting my family up, it was too late now the reporter in Logan's eyes twinkled oh great that'll be added to the article, I also noticed the way he smirked never a smile but always a smirk… interesting.
Deciding to change the subject I addressed Logan since the beginning of dinner "So Logan how do you like being a reporter?"
"Well I guess it's ok but it's not really me, I don't really like to pry into peoples business"
"They why become a reporter"
"Well that's hard to avoid when daddy dearest is the biggest newspaper mogul all over the world"
"Wait…Huntzberger…" I remember him saying the name before it had sounded familiar to me then but now it was like bells going off I was so close
"Five… Four…Three…Two…One" Logan said and suddenly it came to me
"You're Mitchum Huntzbergers Son!" I exclaimed in disbelief
"And here I thought you were smart, didn't think it'd take you this long to make the connection"
"Excuse me for being distracted; I am a gymnast you know"
"If you say so" he said smirking again
He had the nerve to smile at me, who he thought he was! Oh that's right Mitchum Huntzbergers son! Ugh! Now I really hate this guy, he's snarky, condescending, annoying he knows my father which really pisses me off and he's a reporter I grew up knowing that reporters only wanted to break you down, I've had my fair share but now! He's an attractive reporter and I find myself letting the shield that I've worked so hard to build sliding whenever he's around. Many questions were swimming through my mind such confusion and panic. Looking up at Logan again and watching him interact with my family I knew one things for sure.
I'm so totally screwed…
AN: I'm SO! SORRY this is late like I said it'd be up soon constantly but I've been busy training and getting ready to go back to school that I've neglected me duties as a writer, don't be mad but here it is! I'll try and update as soon as possible but I start school next Wednesday. So I'll be more busy but I'll get it out as fast as I can and maybe I'll do a double upload I hope you enjoyed this!
