The Bump in the Road
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I own some things, but not these characters. But that poster of Chad Michael Murray? Mine! All mine! And if I catch my little sister and her friend trying to make out with it again I'll be forced to…to…yell? lol.
Summary: I only meant they'd be happy in the end. Trory with TristanRoryLogan. Sequel to The Saga of Mary and Bible Boy.
Chapter 3:A Colorful History
As Logan put his arm around Rory's waste, he made sure to keep a respectable distance. No use getting Tristan all worked up. "So... he calls you Mary, huh?"
Rory blushed. "Yeah..."
"No, no. I understand. I can totally see the unawareness and innocence in you. Though I'm sure he was thinking about something else you've lost since then..." Logan hinted with a smirk.
She smiled, trying to hide her embarrassment. "That's a little forward, don't you think?"
Logan chuckled. "Sorry. Lets start over again, shall we?"
She nodded.
"So... how'd you two meet?"
"Well... that's kind of a long story. Tristan and I have a ... colorful history... boy did I hate him."
"Really? Most girls fall in love with him at first sight."
Rory laughed. "Yah. Don't I know it. Like he'd ever let me forget."
Tristan sat at the bar, watching the two laugh together. Paris came up to sit beside him.
"Those two seem to be getting along pretty well," she stated, seeing where Tristan's gaze was occupied.
He grunted in response.
"I wouldn't worry about it though," she tried to reassure him.
He finally turned to acknowledge her, allowing his life long "friend" to see the worry overwhelming his features. "Worry about what?" he asked.
"About Rory with Logan. I mean sure, you both have the messy blonde hair and a great, rich lineage, but for some reason she likes you for more than that. You and Rory's relationship is so much deeper than that. There's love. You're more than the typical high school sweethearts. You're soulmates. Even Logan Huntzberger can't get in the way of that."
Tristan glanced at the dancing pair. They seemed to enjoy each other's company.
Paris had no idea how much Tristan hoped, beyond everything else, that she was right.
When Rory and Logan left the dance floor, they went their seperate ways. Him to the bar, and her to find Tristan.
After a few minutes of searching, she found him in one of the big plush chairs in the library.
She smiled. "There you are."
He looked up, smiled in acknowledgement, and then went back to his book.
"Aaaaw, now. You aren't gonna ignore me now are you?" she cooed, plopping down into his lap.
He smirked at her, but didn't say anything.
"What? Is the Spawn of Satan feeling neglected?" she asked.
This time he put his book down. "Oh so very much."
"Well... that's an easy provlem to fix, she said as she leaned down and kissed him. He pulled her closere by snagging his arm around her waste. Every time they did this, it seemed like the first time, and like they could go on that way forever. That is, unless, they are rudely interrupted.
Logan walked into the library to see Rory and Tristan, in a less descriptive way of putting it, 'going at it'.
Not to be considered a compromising position, but not something you'd partake in in front of your mother either.
He felt a slight tightening in the pit of his stomach. Jealousy? It was possible. It had happened to him once or twice before.
She was beautiful. And not to mention sexy, smart, and witty.
Who am I kidding? I want her bad. "Umm... sorry to interrupt. I'll just be going now... carry on."
And with that he left ther room.
And so, it was this point in time, that Logan Huntzberger realized he had a thing for the Ace Reporter, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore.
And he decided he would do whatever it would take to make her his.
A/N: so… what did you think? Please review. And check out my new story Let Me Go. thanx, and till next time.