Author:OzLuv04
Title: Wasn't
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Marty or any of the other characters. They all belong to the Palledino's and the WB.
Author's Note:This is a little look into one of my favorite character's minds. Spoilers for all of season five and part of season four. Here's hoping we see Marty again next season.
There were a lot of thingsMarty wasn't. He wasn't rich. He wasn't confident. He wasn't blond. He wasn't Logan Huntzburger and he wasn't Rory Gilmore's boyfriend. He also wasn't stupid. He knew that despite her insistence that they would still be friends,he would never see Rory Gilmore again. Not Really.
They might share a class together or pass by one another in the hall. Rory would smile and try to make small talk. He would make a quick excuse and hurry away. They would both promise to call. It was an empty promise neither one intended to keep.
Despite all the things he wasn't there was one thing Marty was– Marty was in love with Rory Gilmore. He was captivated by her. Lost in her. He had been ever since the night she found him naked in her hallway. Rory was unlike any other girl he had ever met. She wasn't fake or pretentious. When she laughed she meant it. She was always honest. To Marty she was everything good, everything positive. There were no negatives in Rory Gilmore, except, maybe she was blind. Blind to the way he looked at her. Blind to his numerous attempts to ask her out. Blind to the fact that her faithful friend Marty was absolutely in love with her.
At least she was until Marty spelled it out for her. He knew the moment the words came out that he had lost her. Because Rory wasn't in love with Marty. He knew how desperately she wanted to hold on to him. He was her dependable go to guy. Her best friend. But they both knew it was impossible. Marty couldn't not love her, and she couldn't love Marty. So they went their separate ways.
Marty was serving scotch on the rocks when he heard Rory had left Yale. The news came from Paris and Doyle, who had entered the bar looking like an old married couple. Paris told Marty the whole story. The Huntzburgers had gotten under Rory's skin. She stole a yacht. She was arrested. She wasn't returning to Yale. Despite her gruffness, Marty could tell she was hurting. Marty gave them their drinks and they exchanged their goodbyes. He tried to comprehend what they told him. This wasn't the Rory he knew. This wasn't his Rory. Then again Rory had never been his.
He imagined calling her. He would go to her grandparent's house and comfort her. He would wrap his arms around her and they would talk. They would talk like they used to. He would convince her to come back to Yale. He would be her knight in shining armor.
But Marty didn't do any of those things. Instead he wiped off the counter and chatted with a lonely woman at the end of the bar. He collected tips and went home to his tiny summer apartment. Marty had finally realized there was one thing Rory could no longer be for him. Rory wasn't his problem anymore.