disclaimer-If I owned Gilmore Girls, you'd be watching the actors act out my fanfics. And you're not.
Louise paced the room. Logan had promised to be home every night for dinner, to make an effort. It hadn't even been a week, and he had already forgotten, gone mack to his old ways. She heard the door open, but ignored it. It wasn't even ten yet, he wouldn't be back. Yet he stepped into the room.
"Where. The hell. Were you." her voice clearly showed her anger, although she wasn't yelling. "It hasn't even been a week. Not even a week. You couldn't even try to be a father for one tiny, pathetic week! I tried! I called my friend, she thought I was some crazy stalker, but I called her, and I got her advice. I made myself look like an idiot, but I didn't care, because I knew it was the right thing to do. I knew that we could be a family, at least I thought I knew. Why can't you at least make the effort?"
"I have been making an effort!"
"Oh, yeah, what do you call today? And don't you dare say you were working late! I called the office, you didn't even go in."
"Well, do you want a divorce?"
"No! I want you to be a part of our family."
"Then I'm sorry."
"What? You want to go screw those poor little girls enough to give up your family, to have your parents turn their back on you?"
"No. I never wanted that from my life."
"So why did you do that?"
"Because I was scared to show anyone my heart. I never even told you what happened to me. I never even wanted to. But I finally opened up my heart again, and I want a divorce so I can be with the person who helped me do that."
"What happened to you? What could possibly have been so big?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Will you go through with the divorce if I tell you?"
"If it's as bad as you're making it sound, then yes."
"I was engaged to the sweetest girl I ever met. Everyone else just saw the immature, rich, charming playboy that you see, but she saw me. She knew there was more to me. And I fell in love with her. I wanted to be with her from the moment I saw her, and then the feeling just grew. We were together from halfway through our sophomore year at Yale through after our senior year. We were going to get married in August. The night before our wedding, she ran away. She went over to her first love's house, and they ran away to a B&B in New Hampshire. Her mother and step-father knew where she'd be, and they went to find her. They told me I couldn't come, but I followed them. I went into their room, and told her that anything she wanted, if she came back with me, she could have it. She told me that she didn't want anything I could give her, she just wanted to be with her first love, because she had fallen out of love with me, if she'd ever loved me at all. The only person I've ever loved, ever trusted, and she as good as murdered me."
"And now she's back?"
"No. Now I found someone else who I trust and love. I don't know if we'll end up as broken as Rory and I did, but I need to take that chance, because otherwise, I'll always regret it."
"Did you say Rory?"
"Yes."
"Rory left you at the altar?"
"Yes."
"Well, it was for Dean, and he's gorgeous."
"What? You know them?"
"I went to school with Rory. I saw Dean threaten a guy in her honor when they were 16. I saw the bracelet he made her. I saw them making out at the end of our sophomore year at Chilton. I saw him turn down a hot girl when she hit on him...actually I got turned down when I hit on him. I always knew Rory and Dean would end up together." he looked at her. How could she say that right after he told her that he was only just getting over Rory? He stalked up to the bedroom and pulled his luggage out of the closet, emptying his drawers into it. He beckoned to the maid, who helped him bring the bags out to his car, and he drove away. He wanted to see Lindsay, talk to Lindsay, but he knew he needed to wait until morning. He drove to the nearest hotel and checked in. He sat on the bed, fingering his cell phone, debating. He flipped it open, and dialed.
"Hey, Lindsay?"
