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Spoiler: But Not as Cute as Pushkin
Author's note: This is my very first Gilmore Girls fanfiction, so I'd love to hear what people think. I love suggestions, and feedback would be very much appreciated. This a Rory/Marty story. I know that's not a very popular pairing, but I love them! They remind me very much of Luke and Lorelai. This story will probably have a lot of Rory/Logan undertones, but it is ultimately Rory/Marty. The story starts in the last scene with Marty in the episode called "But not as Cute as Pushkin."
Chapter 1: Marty's Quiet Frustration
She's doing it again. She's talking about that jerk Logan. On and on and on about how he irritates her. It's obvious that she has a thing for him. I have no chance. After all, I'm "just a good pal, nothing romantic." My face falls and I slump over as her words keep ringing in my head. She's still talking. I can't take it anymore. "Oh stop it!" I say to Rory.
"What?" she asks, taken by surprise.
"He's not coming after you, he likes you," I say in a disappointed tone.
"He does not! Did you see that stunt he pulled?"
"Oh please Rory,he likes you, stop being so naïve. It's annoying."
Rory's phone rings and she answers "hello" to her old school headmaster. I walk to the edge of the sidewalk, trying to calm my nerves. It was nice to finally have a moment of peace where I didn't have to hear about Logan. Of course she'd fall for that guy. He's rich. He's charming. He's a pretty-boy. Everything I'm not. I'm such an idiot! I bring her food, I go out of my way to spend time with her, and I do anything she asks me to. All the while she's been thinking about Logan, not me.
Rory hangs up her phone, and I turn back to her and we begin walking again.
"The campus police got her," Rory says, referring to the 16-year-old Chilton student that she had been chaperoning. "She came, she spent one day with me, and she got sent home by the police. And I think I'm going to retroactively flunk high school."
"Well, at least she's safe, right?" I ask.
"Right," Rory says. She thinks for a moment and says, "Crappy, crappy day!"
I let out a little chuckle.
"Do you wanna take a cab? My treat," Rory asks me.
I walk over to the cab and open the door for her.
"Thanks," she says.
I make a motion to get in with her, but something makes me stop. She needs to know I'm angry. Maybe then she'll figure out how I feel. "I think I'm gonna walk," I say.
"Marty…" she says, confused.
"I'll, I'll see you tomorrow," I say as I close her door. I turn and walk back towards the pub. If there was ever a good time to drink, this was it. Maybe I can forget about her… for one night, anyway.