"Maybe when your hair gets darker
Maybe when your eyes get wide
Maybe when the walls are smaller there will be more space
Maybe when I'm not so tired
Maybe you can step inside
Maybe when I look for things that I can't replace
I can't replace
I can't replace
If you could be my Punk Rock Princess
I would be your Garage Band King
You could tell me why you just don't fit in
And how your gonna be something
If I could be your first real heartache
I would do it all over again
If you could be my Punk Rock Princess
I will be your Heroin
I never thought you'd last
I never dreamed you would
You watched your life go past
You wonder if you should"
-Punk Rock Princess by Something Corporate
Chapter 4:
Rory stood in Doyle's office, recovering from being forced across the newsroom and hastily shoved inside, and contemplating what exactly Logan had been about to say to her. She watched as Doyle scuttled around the tiny office and over to behind his desk. Once Doyle was there, he slammed his hands down onto the desk and looked at her with a look that suggested both fear and fury.
"Gilmore, what exactly were you doing?" Doyle seethed.
"What? Where?" Rory asked confused.
"Out there! In front of your fellow journalists! Are you trying to make a fool of me?" Doyle said, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Doyle, I'm not trying to make a fool of you. I was just getting coffee when Logan came, bought my coffee for me, and decided to accompany me here."
"I thought you said that you and Huntzberger weren't friends."
"We're not!"
"Then why did he buy you coffee?"
"I don't know! He just did. Is it a crime if we are friends? Or perhaps I could ask you what exactly you and Paris were doing? Cause I'm sure the whole staff would love to know what's going on between you two."
"Fine! You win. I won't say anything about you and Huntzberger, if you don't say anything about me and Gellar."
"Okay, though I believe I am getting the short end of the stick, since there is nothing going on between me and Logan for you to tell. So, why am I in here anyways?" Rory asked, quite pleased that she had managed to silence Doyle, but at the same time disturbed that she had to call back into her mind the images of him in Paris' robe.
"What?" Doyle asked, slightly confused.
"You said you need to talk to me about my article. And if I recall correctly, you said it couldn't wait," she answered.
"Oh yes, that," Doyle responded, remembering. "Gilmore, I'm quite concerned about your latest article."
"Why? What's wrong with it?"
"Well, technically it's a very good article. The problem is that it doesn't have the same pizzazz or flare that your article on the Life and Death Brigade had. I mean that feature was fantastic! It was as if you were really there! I was very impressed."
"You were?" Rory asked, surprised at his compliment. Doyle didn't compliment anyone. He mostly ranted at them.
"Yes. And I'm going to be honest and tell you that I am going to refrain from putting this article in, or any article you write, until you can come up with something that has that charisma."
"Anything I write? Isn't that a little unfair?"
"No, because I know that you can come up with something. Now go and get cracking," Doyle said shoving Rory out of his office. "Gellar! Can I see you in here?" Paris got up and went into Doyle's office shutting the door behind her.
Rory was left standing there completely dumbfounded. She stared at the closed door for a few moments before she came to her senses and realized that Paris and Doyle were in there, alone. She shivered in fear at what they might be doing.
Rory turned around and walked over to her desk, slightly numb to the world around her. She was having trouble processing what Doyle had just said to her. 'He wants another article like that one? What am I supposed to do it on?' Rory wondered. 'And even if I could find another subject, how would I get a scoop like that again? Pieces like that just don't fall out of the sky! He's being really harsh.'
She sat down at her desk and turned on her computer. While waiting for the machine to turn fully on, she glanced around the office, thinking that she was looking for no one in particular, but in actuality was looking for Logan. Upon seeing that he was not as his desk, she felt an odd sense of disappointment. Rory had thought that perhaps he could help her think of something to write about. After all, he had prompted her last article.
'Where did he go?' she wondered. 'He only just got here when I did. I wonder what he was going to ask me. I hope that it isn't anything bad, cause I don't think that I can handle any more bad news right now. And what did he mean that he'd get my number? That did not sound very good at all.'
After mulling Logan's missing-in-action status and his possible plots to finagle her number, she decided the only way to come up with any sort of solution was to call the person who knew her best, her mother. She flipped open her cell phone, pressed "2", and then the call button, and soon the phone was ringing.
"Kiki's House of Pain, how may I direct your call?" Lorelai's voice chirped on the other end of the line.
"Mom, it's me, Rory. I need your help," Rory said impatiently, drumming her fingers on the desk.
"Oh, so you'll be wanting our whipping department. Please hold," Lorelai continued, ignoring Rory's comment. "Hello, whipping department, Lorelai speaking."
"Mom, I have a problem."
"What, my darling daughter, is your problem? Someone slip something in your coffee? And if that is the case, who was it, so that I know who to sick Luke on."
"No, no one slipped anything into any of the three cups of coffee I've had this morning. My problem is something else entirely."
"Three cups? I'm so proud you! I did raise you right! And what is your problem? Does it concern darling Limo boy?"
"No, it doesn't concern Logan, though he did buy me coffee this morning."
"Ooh! Limo boy knows the way to your heart. I like him already. When do I get to meet him? And will he buy me coffee?"
"To answer both questions, I have no idea."
"Oh, that's too bad. You're lucky that I am dating the giver of coffee-life."
"Yes, I am. I'm grateful too."
"Atta girl. Now, now what were you saying?"
"Well, you know my article on the Life and Death Brigade?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, Doyle really liked it, and now he won't publish any of my articles until I write one that compares to it and I can't think of anything to write on."
"Obviously Doyle's not getting any action if he is being so stiff."
"Actually, Doyle and Paris are having a fling. In fact, I think that they are currently doing it in his office."
"Eww! Gross! Those are images I didn't need!"
"How do you think I feel? I walked in to the common room to see Doyle there in Paris' robe."
"Ew! Also gross! Stop it!"
"Fine I will, but only because I don't want to think about it either."
"Okay, now your problem. I wish I could help you kid, but I am frankly out of ideas, unless you want to write about your fabulous, gorgeous, and modest mother."
"I would, but I don't have a modest mother."
"You're mean."
"Not mean, honest."
"All right, I let you get away with it for now, but only because I have to stop Michel from scaring any more guests. Call me later kid, and keep me posted with the happenings with Limo Boy."
"Okay, I will. Love you Mom."
"Love you too kid. Bye."
"Bye." Rory said, hanging up the phone.
As great as it had been to talk to her mom, she was still right where she had been when she had first called. 'Well, there is nothing I can do here,' she thought. 'Might as well go to the library and get some studying in. And who knows? I might see something inspiring.'
Rory got up from her desk, gathered up her things, and made her way to the door, trying hard not to think about what was going on behind the still closed door of Doyle's office. She had a feeling that a trip to the library was exactly what she needed. Nothing made things simpler than books. And coffee, she couldn't forget the coffee. Soon, she hoped, all her problems would just go away.
A/N: There you go guys! Not as long as the last chapter, but still pretty long (for me). Sorry for the delay, I had trouble getting inspired and I had to get through finals. Also, I apologize if the Lorelai/Rory banter is OOC cause I wasn't sure if I was going about it in the right way!To all those that reviewed last chapter (Amanda, Lovelock79, megliz716, daisyduke947, GhettoCapy, g--b-S-t-E-r07, and VCemmy04) thank you so much! Please keep reading and reviewing, a new update shall be up in the next couple of days. And to those that didn't review but read, review fools! I like it, it makes me happy, and happiness equates faster chapter output! Thanks! Until next time, Lina.
