Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls
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.
Chapter 2: Rory's Cab Ride
"Marty?" I ask from behind the cab window as I watch him walk away. What's gotten into him? He's never just left me like that, at least not since we've become such good friends. I turn to the driver and tell him to take me back to the dorm. It's been a tough day, I just want to lie down in my bed and forget that it ever happened.
I can't believe that Marty thinks Logan likes me. He couldn't be more wrong…could he? I mean, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if he likes me. He is kind of cute… well, very cute. And he's funny…most of the time. He's even kind of mysterious. But he is annoying. That little skit in Professor Bell's class was completely uncalled for. And that 'Ace' thing, where did he come up with that? Actually, that last one is more cute than annoying. Stop it, Rory! You can't like Logan. He's completely wrong for you. Why is he wrong for you??? Oh, he drinks with his friends too much…and…and…and he's rude. He was rude to Marty.
Marty. Boy, it's lonely in this cab without him. I've gotten so used to him being by my side. Why is he mad at me? What did I do? Is he even mad at me, or did he just want to be alone? I don't know, but I've got to straighten this thing out tomorrow. I'm sure he'll drop by in the morning with some kind of food, or coffee. Good old Marty. He's always feeding me. He's always looking out for me.
The cab finally pulls up to my dorm building and I get out and pay the driver. I quickly walk up to my dorm, and quietly slip past Paris' room. I don't want to ever see Doyle in Paris' bathrobe again. I let out a sigh and flop down onto the soft mattress. "What a day, what a day, what a day," I mutter as my eyes close and I drift into sleep.
Three hours later…
I am awakened by the sound of a loud thumping noise coming from the hallway. I creep over to the door and take a peek to see what is going on. A guy in a black leather jacket and black jeans is drunkenly bouncing from wall to wall, muttering to himself. He has his arms out, trying to balance himself. He goes to the stairway, puts his right foot on the first step, and as he brings the other foot up to the next step he loses his balance and falls backwards onto the floor.
Uh-oh. He's not moving. I tiptoe out into the hallway to check on the unconscious young man. Wait, that's…Logan!
A/N: Rory is an extremely hard character to write, I hope that I didn't butcher her too badly. Hopefully I'll get better as the story goes on. Feedback is always appreciated!