"Hey, Buddy. You called her again?" Colin asks as he sits next to Logan on the couch.
"Yup. And once again, no answer."
"She ignoring you?"
"Probably or knowing her she went to her moms."
"Comfort, I get it. Speaking of, do you need it?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Colin lets out a deep breath. "Thank you. Even though you do need it, I don't do that. However, somebody else is willing to do it for me."
"Who?" Logan asks unenthusiastically not wanting to know who it was.
"Our dear friend, Jose and our favorite Capitan, Morgan." Colin says holding up the bottles.
Logan turns to Colin. "Just who I needed to see."
They start the only that guys know how to deal with pain and how to comfort.
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Rory walks in to her dorm coming back from a very much needed visit to her mom. During the whole visit there was a lot of crying on Rory's part, she's all cried out now. Rory drops her bag in her room and walks out to see Paris.
"Hey. I thought I heard someone." Paris greets.
"Yup, just me."
"So…..how'd it go with your mom?" Paris asks concerned.
"It went fine." Rory sighs.
"How are you, with everything?"
"Do you ever wonder if lesbians got the right idea? Guys suck." Rory blurts out suddenly.
"Huh. You aren't turning-"
"No. But I am fed up with guys. I mean everything is perfect. The 'I love yous', the-"
"Sex." Paris cuts in.
"Yeah. And BAM, they're ready to take the first jet to California."
"Oh. So when you say guys suck, you mean Logan."
"Yeah, I thought you knew that. Anyways, I am so done with guys."
"So you're past the 'crying' stage and on to the 'screw you' stage."
"Yup. And I'm leaning towards the 'murder spree' stage." Rory starts walking toward the couch.
"Logan called."
Rory stops in her tracks.
"Four times actually. I wasn't here, so he left a message. I left them there for you." Paris continues.
"Thanks."
"Well, I'm going to Doyle's. I'll see you later."
"Bye."
Paris leaves. Rory walks to the machine and pushed the button to start the messages. She walks to sit on the couch. The first two were from her grandmother reminding her annoyingly about Friday night dinner. Logan's message starts to play:
"Rory, it's me. I know you hate me and that's ok because I'm not pretty fond of myself right now either. I know don't want to see me or talk to me-"
"Yup." Rory says out loud to the machine as she flips through a magazine.
"But I need to see you; to talk to you. I don't want to leave knowing that you hate me. I'm leaving in a couple of days. A little earlier than planned. So……..I hope I see you soon…….I love you…….Bye." The message ends.
Rory looks out into space, contemplating a little bit. Should she or shouldn't she. She still loves him, not matter what. She looks back at the magazine. Eh, maybe later.
A.N. I was bored tonight, so I decided to update. Maybe if I get enough reviews I'll update tomorrow. So please review. You guys are awesome.
