Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. I wish I did so the show could go in a whole new BETTER direction.
Time Frame: Future… a couple yearsAuthors Thoughts: Pretty much, all the same. Nothing new. Sort of mad trying to calm down. Sorry the last story was so short I'm new to this site: P
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Elowe4: update, update, update please! i love it, love it, love it! could you please update soon? but take it slow, please don't have it that they meet and get back together right away! (rogan) maybe some fights, tons of jealousy, and still make it a rogan fic! i hope that rory gets a reporter job soon! u gave me ideas thnx! Keep reviewing!
What you need to know: Read last chapter.
Rory took off out the door of her new apartment not even bothering to look around in it. Paris would interfere. She was the same old Paris and Rory couldn't do anything about it. She was funny though. God why did she have to bring up Logan though. Rory thought to herself. She'd been desperately attempting to forget him though. Failing each time. Rory walked by a small fountain and rubber plants. This place reminded her a lot of her grandmother's every thing positioned perfectly. It was sort of annoying. Rory stepped out into the humid warm air into the private yard area. It had beautiful sculptures and a large pool filled with shimmering water.
Rory stepped over to the edge, took off her sandal, and slipped her foot into the mild water. It felt nice. It was nice.
"Ace?" Came a surprised voice from behind. Familiar all the same. And the voice sent shivers down her spine and made her clench her jaw. It was Logan's. Rory turned around looking into the same old face, blonde and cute. But looks are deceiving. Rory forced a small smile trying to look polite.
"Logan." Rory mumbled with a tone of ice. She absolutely hated Logan ever since they had the public breakup. They had been fighting about Logan quitting school. It was very public, very loud, very unwanted. Soon the fight evolved into the no string deal, sleeping with other people, Logan's attitude, and Rory's point of view. It ended with Rory spilling her hot coffee on him and Logan telling her to go back to Marty.
"You live here? Residents only." He said to her with a stiff tone.
"Actually I just moved here. Not that it's any of your business." Rory said her voice rising. She turned away, trying to forget all things blonde.
"That's where your wrong Ace I live here, and don't want outsiders inside." Rory thought of the smell of his breath. Icebreakers. It smelled nice. God, what was she thinking this was shit. I do not like him; she chanted that phrase over and over in her head trying to sink the forbidden thoughts.
Suddenly a pretty blonde came and sat next to him. She was wearing a string bikini and probably had eaten a total of one meal in her entire life. "Hey babe," The girl said. Then noticing Rory sent Logan a sharp glance. Logan returned her gaze with a sexy smile. But that fit him since he sort of was cute, Rory thought to herself. She immediately overturned that thought with another thinking of how shallow he was. The blonde gave Logan a quick kiss (claiming her territory) before taking off to catch up with some whores.
"So Ace that was my girlfriend and I don't wanna keep her waiting so… I better go." He got up and left without another word. Which wasn't fair. Rory always was supposed to get the last word. That's how she liked things; that's how they were. She grabbed all of her stuff and took off back towards her apartment.
When she got there Paris was ordering the last mover out. "So where's my bedroom?" Rory asked with a fake smile.
"Down the hall to the left you won't and CAN'T miss it." Paris mumbled pushing the coffee table to the right. "Damn movers don't know where anything goes. To busy checking me out." Rory shook her head with a chuckle. Paris was just so well Paris.
Rory checked out her room. It was a nice size. She decided to crash early she had a side job at a bar that night; it paid well if nothing else.
That night around 9:00 Rory dragged herself out of bed and put on her day clothes and name tag. She drove down the street and to Yeah! Dance And Bar. Pulled into the parking lot and headed into the bar. And began taking orders.
"Hi, what would you like?" She said to a couple of already-drunk guys.
"I'll take a date with you and some love."
Rory gave them a disgusted look and went on to the next people. She saw Finn Colin and Logan. Even more disgusted than she was before attempted to move on. But Logan grabbed her arm saying, "Excuse us Ace we'd like to order."
"Right, Logan. How about I tell you to go read a book and you listen." Rory said referring to the past fight.
"Eh mate I remember that fight. It was back in the good old days. It ended in coffee and tears, quite good entertainment." Finn laughed, Colin chimed in. Rory gave them both annoyed looks.
"You know Ace I was willing to forget that, but you sure can hold a grudge for a long time." Logan said with a calm tone and smirk. She thought it was the first time she'd seen him even semi-smile she saw him first.
"It's a Gilmore gift." Rory grumbled sarcastically. "So what do you want, vodka, some form of shot? I know you have to get trashed at least twice a week."
"Brandy." Logan said.
"Rum." Colin said.
"Anything." Finn said. Rory took down the orders making a mental note to give Finn the crapiest thing on the menu, even if it wasn't a drink.
"You know what let me change that order," Logan said with a smirk, "I'll take a sex on the beach."
"Logan, you are so… so-so juvenile!" Rory almost shouted pounding a fist down on the counter. She gave them what they wanted and tried to keep her mind off Logan ignoring all her forbidden thoughts and taking other orders.
At the end of the night her shift was over and tip box full. There was one bill that stuck out in particular; it was a hundred dollar bill, signed Logan. Rory smiled but remembering she hated him made a promise to herself she would track him down and give this back to him tomorrow. She needed no charity, complications or anything.
She didn't understand him he had no morals. Sometimes he seemed to hate her; sometimes he seemed to like her. But he was Logan and Rory hated Logan. He was a blonde, rich kid, who did what he wanted when we wanted. SHE would not tolerate his games. Rory climbed into her bed She didn't need Logan. She needed to talk to her mom.
Hope ya liked hope its long enough R&R I'll try to make it funnier im not in a creative mood hehe
