Author's Note: Hey! This time, I've opted to write my chapter a little differently, in the form of emails.
I know this fanfic makes Rory and Lane seem out-of-character; I wanted to try something unusual.
Let me know what you think! I'm open to suggestions, reviews, ideas or comments so keep them coming!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything whatsoever, just the plot.
Chapter 3
Rory's Email To Lane:
Hey Lane!
We're supposed to be researching for our debate topic 'Students Should Be Able To Leave School in Year 10' – but I'm emailing you instead. I think that I would rather go to the Spring Fling with Jess than Dean. Then I think to myself, why do I even care? It's not like this event is the defining moment of my life. In fact, there's going to be more eating and talking than dancing. From my experiences, dances are just a place for the girls to stand on one side, and the guys on the other. Less contact is made at dances than at football games! So why do I even care? I don't know. I'm just feeling not quite right about my decision. That's not a bad thing...right?
Oops, I'm sorry. After all my babbling, you're probably steaming with anger. Hey, your mother might come around and let you go. Simply tell her that dances consist of innocent talking and harmless dancing, and she'll let you go in no time. Oh wait, this is your mother we're talking about. No offense, but I take back everything that I said. No way will she believe you when you saw "but the guys won't even be there!"...I've got an idea! Why don't you casually drop the 'potential Korean doctors will be there' line?
I hope it'll work because it won't be the same without! I've just realized that the whole time it's taken to write this, I could've found out what the legal age of dropping out of school is and how the process works! So sorry, but I really have to go.
-Rory
Lane's Reply To Rory's Email:
Rory-
Ha ha. Thank you so much for your helpful suggestions. They worked brilliantly on my mother and I have now convinced her into letting me go. Not only that, but I can actually dance; not simply hand out pamphlets on how to avoid drugs and smoking. If by now you haven't guessed that I am kidding, then you are not the best friend I assumed you were.
It would seem that you are in quite a pickle, my friend. I hate that phrase, yet I am still using it. Maybe it's the jealousy that's talking, but I think you should have a talk with Dean and Jess. Tell them you're feeling very confused, and that you need some time to think. Oh, whom am I kidding? Telling Dean that would be committing a relationship suicide! I cannot offer you any other advice, because I am so inexperienced in dealing with these things. I hate to point it out, but I think you have chosen the wrong best friend to turn to in this particular crisis. Homework problems, I can handle. Bible qualms, I can handle. This, on the other hand, is a whole new thing for me! I'm a fish out of water. Sorry Rory. I wish I could help. Alas, parting is such sweet sorrow. But I'll get busted on the computer, so I really gotta go. I'll catch you later!
Your clueless friend, Lane
PS. When all seems at loss, just think of it as just a stupid dance. Positive thinking equals positive outcomes! I am saying totally lame things today, for no specific reason.
Rory's Reply To Lane's Email:
Lane,
I'm choosing the last resort. I know you strongly advised me not to, but I have to end this stupid thing.
I'm asking my mother. Wish me luck!