Note to all confused readers: Now, this perception is from my point of view! Sorry if you were confused, but I wanted to change the writing style of this story- so this is what I did- and I apologize!
If someone were to tell Rory a few months ago, that Logan Huntzberger was her soul mate, she would have fallen to the floor in a peal of laughter. If someone told her that today, she wouldn't be so sure if she'd even laugh, let alone fall on the floor.
What is it about soul mates and why are they our soul mates? Are they the people we are intended to be with from the beginning and if we're good enough, or smart enough we actually meet them?
By definition (oh how handy a dictionary is) "One of two persons compatible with each other in disposition, point of view, or sensitivity." So does this mean that if we're compatible with our best friends say in sensitivity issues, then they double as soul mates? Or do soul mates strictly adhere only to men and women? Why is it that such a simple phrase as "soul mate" has more than one simple meaning?
Soul mates- what a phrase! What is the point of a soul mate? A person to always be there for you, who you work the best with and are perfectly compatible with? Hah! Most of the people we are compatible with, we still fight with constantly or bicker about. We never seem to be happy with anyone- there's always some flaw to them, something that makes them less then perfect, human even.
So, a soul mate is not the perfect person for us, they are just a person we'd get along with. But then why are they labeled soul mate? Aren't we compatible with more than one person? Does this mean we have more than one soul mate?
If we were to compare lovers and friends- two very different relationships yet they seem to affect us the same. With lovers, we sleep with them, tell them our deepest, darkest secrets, and love them even. Friends: we tell them "stuff" (may include secrets) and some of them we even love- in that totally platonic friendship love.
Then with that settled- which is considered the soul mate? The friend or the lover?
The thing is what makes someone our lover is that sexual connection. A friend may be platonic, but we can be more intimate on a spiritual level with them. They're like our safety net when something goes wrong. That's why they would qualify as soul mate- a friend connects with your soul, your passions, your mind- but a lover just connects with your body. The illusion of a spiritual connection is brought through lust and sexual need. Nothing more, maybe something less even.
Another thing crossed Rory's mind as she studied a book for some class- she wasn't paying much attention to it. Why is it that boys can't just come out with their feelings? Why do they have to beat around the bush and when they finally tell you, they move on to the next girl they are attracted to- say your sister?
Luckily Rory didn't have a sister and could shake the gross thoughts of Logan kissing said sister, from her mind. A ring broke Rory's thoughts and she was determined to find it. This was happening too often these days- she had to stop losing her phone.
"Hello?" she said with slight anticipation.
"Ace, darling. How would you like to come out with me tonight?"
"Hmm, do I have a choice?"
"Not entirely,"
"Alright then, when?"
"How about I pick you up in, say, twenty minutes?" he asked hoping she'd be ready.
"But it's only three. How can we have dinner at three?"
"We're not. But we need to leave in twenty minutes in order to have dinner at say, seven." He finished which Rory just scrunched her nose to.
"What?"
"Can you be ready in twenty minutes?" he asked with a growing annoyance. Rory just always asked questions and could never just live and go with what life dealt you.
"Yeah okay. But come bearing coffee." She said with a very serious tone.
"Wouldn't leave without it." And with that he hung up the phone and was off on his way to her home.
Rory had no idea of what to expect- being with Logan had seemed to throw many a curve ball at her. She thought of dressing casually then shook her head remembering all of the LDB events she'd been to with him. Maybe that's where they were going. Then she remembered the time they just went to the park and he made her dress up and she could have shot him. But now was not a time to fret, so she picked out a simple dress that could go casual or fancy and threw her hair up in a quick, messy yet organized do. Then she proceeded to pretty herself ever so slightly.
As if on cue, a knock came at the door and Logan wandered in. As she left her own room she met a very casual Logan with two coffees in tow and a smirk of appreciation.
"Wow Rory. You look stunning!" he barely got out in a whisper. She spun childishly and grabbed a light jacket from the front door.
"So now, where are we off to?" she asked as they headed to the car.
"New York."
"New York? But all I have is this dress and you're taking me to New York?"
"Yup."
"Are we staying over there?"
"Unhuh."
"Are you going to answer me in a full sentence about this?"
"Nope."
She crossed her arms and pouted her lips at him as he opened the car door for her. He handed her the coffee he had in his hand and then got into the other side.
"When are you going to just go with the flow Ror?" he asked as they drove off campus.
"The same day you learn to answer my questions." She shot back happily and sipped at the wonderful coffee Logan had given her.
"Fine. One question- ask wisely," he shot her his signature grin before turning back to the road.
"Are you trying to seduce me into sleeping with you?" she said seriously which caught Logan off guard.
"Of all the questions that's the one you ask?" he looked at her suspiciously and then again turned his gaze to the road.
"Yes, I want to know."
"Rory, first off- we've been dating for about a month and a half and we've already slept together-well actually slept not had sex. So why would you think that me taking you to New York was a way to seduce you?"
"I don't know- you know I'm not ready to go into that right?"
"I know Dean hurt you Rory and we kind of jumped the gun with our relationship, but I mean, come on we fit well together. Like they say- opposites attract. Being together is our destiny- I personally think that life planned it this way. You should just go with the flow, I'd never make you do anything you didn't want to."
"I know Logan, I'm just a bit more guarded these days. You know I'm just trying to make sure I don't get hurt again and we've been moving pretty quickly. I practically live at your house and I sleep over all the time- minus the sex. Is it weird that we don't have sex?"
"It probably is, but as long as we're doing what your comfortable with, why should it matter?" he countered and she smiled happily.
"You know when you said you weren't trying to seduce me I was slightly disappointed," she smirked at him and he merely laughed.
"You never fail to surprise me Ace."
"Hmm…" she took another sip of coffee as they reached the take off strip at a deserted airport.
"Ready Ace?"
"I've never been more ready in my entire life!" she smiled coyly and ran after Logan as he neared the plane preparing for a night of fun and romance.