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*A/N: Hey :-) I guess it's time for me to step up to the plate, although I know that I will never be able to grasp miarae's dark way of writing, who indeed wrote the first chapter. I know, I won't be able to copy her way of writing, so I'm just sticking to me, hoping that it will be good enough. Enjoy! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*bye, smile :-)
Rory dropped her books onto her bed, not having the will to fight against the temptation of dropping herself onto the empty spot beside them. She buried her face in her pillow and let out a sigh, its emotions muffled by the soft fabric that she was pressing into. She lay there for a while, her mind blank as she closed her eyes and focused on the sound of her breathing, while pressing herself into the familiar blue covers that once again opened the door to her old life. A life she had let go of slowly, detaching herself even more with every day she chose to study instead of call her mother to catch up, although it was a nicely disguised excuse. She would indeed call her mom to catch up, but that was just to hear her cheerful voice telling her that she was fortunate to have as much wisdom in her pretty little head as she did, which was Lorelai's way of encouraging her and telling her that she would get through this year with excellent grades. And she needed this encouragement even more now that Tanna had left, deserting her, leaving her alone with her doubts and insecurities. The only person she had managed to form a bond with gone, slipping through the door as easily and sudden as a breeze.
Rory lifted her head and pushed herself up with her elbows, letting the weight of her upper body rest upon them as she glanced at the other side of the room. With the empty desk and shelves and the stripped bed, it looked like a crime scene after it had been swept by the cops. All evidence of her former roommate had been taken, leaving the room in an eerie ambience. Especially when Rory would compare the present picture to the one she wanted to remember, needed to remember for her sake. She chose to hold on to a variety of posters that weren't there anymore and pieces of scattered clothing that hadn't bother her at all, simply because it seemed perfectly normal.
Rory sighed, knowing that she would have to live through the rest of this year without a roommate and that she should be grateful for the extra space. She could desperately use it, since her night table was cluttered with too many pictures and her bookcase was overflowing with both old and new literature. She told herself once more that she had spend so many days locked up in her room, studying, back in Stars Hollow, so this was nothing she couldn't handle. She just had to get accustomed to it, and realize that the people roaming these halls weren't familiar with her and that she couldn't just step out the door and approach whomever she wanted. You had to know them first, they had to know you.
This was one of Rory's main dilemma's. After all, she wasn't raised as a social butterfly and neither was it a part of her nature. She was just so used to becoming friends with people, charming them with her kind smile and honest eyes. But over here you had to work for people to notice you when you walked into a room. You had to attend parties and make conversation, hoping that the crowd around you would see your inner beauty, cause in college looks were dismissed without thinking twice. Instead it was about who knew the most about a certain topic. Rory knew she held a lot of knowledge captive about the books she had read, but she wasn't quite sure if she could stand her ground and persuade people of her views during an argument. She wondered if she would fit in and feel completely worthy and comfortable around people who knew just as much and perhaps even more than her.
Rory rolled onto her bed, knocking some of her books onto the floor. She remembered seeing a flyer taped to one of the dorm rooms earlier. It had caught her eyes, simply because she had been bored and every small thing could have distracted her.
Frustration was what made her get up and leave her room in search of one of those flyers, preferably the same one, just because she wanted it. Luckily for her, she found the flyer taped onto the same door she passed only minutes ago. She ripped her piece of paper off the door, before retreating back into her room. She fingered the bright red sheet as she found the address with her eyes. She should dress up and go. After all, nothing would be lost if she did indeed go, except maybe a few minutes she could have used to study.....
*~*~*
Rory arrived at the address, she had scribbled down on her hand right before she left, only thirty minutes later. The party was conveniently being thrown at a house that was just across from Yale's campus. It was an extraordinary part of the wealthy neighborhood it belonged in. The houses were all of old Victorian style. Restorations were made to most of them, though they were only visible in the light of day. In the night every single house, including this one looked like an incredible and impressing structure.
Rory looked up at the three stories which this house carried with ease. She could see the glass windows shaking, because of the the music that was being played inside. She pulled at her denim skirt, buying herself a little more time to get her nervousness in control. She was scared at the large amount of people that would be surrounding her in a few seconds and she was worried about fitting in. After all, she had never been to one of these college parties before and therefor she didn't know what clothes people wore to something like this.
After she had stood in front of the closet for about ten minutes, she had become sick of being so unsure of what pair of jeans to pull out of the closet, so instead she had reached for the denim skirt her mom had bought for her a short while back. Rory wasn't a fan of denim skirts, simply because they were unpractical in her eyes, although her mom had tried to prove her wrong by saying that a denim skirt was one of the key items in your closet, because it was casual and went with practically everything. And just a few minutes before Rory had realized that her mom was right. A denim skirt did indeed come in handy for insecurities like these.
Rory ran her hand through her hair, tousling it, before walking up to the door and ringing the doorbell. She hadn't expected it to open as quick as it did, because of the loud music and many voices that were trying to yell their conversation over the music. A drunk looking guy flashed a smile at her, thinking that he was charming, although Rory would remember him by the piercing he had in his eyebrow and not his charm.
''Wonderful night to have a party huh ?!'' he greeted her, his voice slightly slurred, which was no doubt the cause of the beer bottle he held in his left hand.
Rory didn't respond to his question and just entered the house, trying to calculate where the core of the party would be.
''Do you like the music ?!'' the guy yelled at her, as she passed him without even glancing at him.
She hoped that not everyone at this party would be drunk. People who had too much to drink scared here a little, simple because they weren't thinking clearly anymore and everything they did would be something unsuspected. They seemed more sensitive to people's words and that would mostly awaken the rage that was hidden underneath their drunken daze.
Rory came to an abrupt stop at the edge of the living room. From where she was standing things were still surveyable, giving her only a better view of the people as they wildly danced, letting loose as they grinded and rotated their hips until someone would finally lead them upstairs for the real party, which would end up being a person's biggest mistake in the morning.
When Rory spotted no person worthy of having a normal conversation with, she slipped through the sea of people, as if she were invisible and entered the kitchen on luck. This room wasn't any better, although there were less people in it. Half empty beer bottles were scattered all over the place, just like white paper cups, which had held the same liquid as the bottles, except that this beer came out of a keg. Rory shook her head at the people surrounding the vat. So far the prejudice of college parties seemed to be true.
She was on her way to the other end of the kitchen, where another entrance would hopefully lead her to a room where the students weren't completely drunk yet. And she managed to get out of the kitchen without anyone stopping her, but not before a guy handed her a cup of beer. She didn't want to look like someone who had never tasted alcohol before, so she had taken it before leaving the room.
Rory wandered into the hallway, the cup of beer loosely hanging from her fingers, as if she was going to let it drop any second. This room was near empty, which didn't bother her at all. She sat down on the third step of the staircase, still not taking a sip from her beer, although she was indeed curious the its lurring spell. After all a part of growing up was experiencing new things and she also vowed never to judge something she had never tried before. So, to stay true to her own promise she hesitantly brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. As the liquid quickly disappeared down her throat she made a face.
''That bad ?''
Rory's head lifted itself up at the sound of the voice coming from above her, which belonged to a guy she had never seen before.
''I'm just not a big fan of............beer,'' Rory explained, as she tried to calculate his age, since he looked older than the people around here. The stubbles on his chin also a factor that added to her assumption.
''Right,'' he said, with just a hint of a smile, although it still caused a few dimples to appear at the corners of his blue eyes. ''Can you keep a secret ?''
''Better than anyone around here,'' was her response.
The guy nodded, agreeing with her slightly cryptic response, before handing her a can of soda, which was still closed and untouched. ''Take a sip of this after taking a sip of beer, it will wash away the taste.''
''Thanks.''
Rory took the can from him and made eye contact for a brief second, before he glanced over his shoulder at something that wasn't there in her eyes. ''Sure, I have to go.''
He turned around and headed for the kitchen, but stopped and turned his head towards her before leaving her alone again. ''And the soda's are in the fridge.''
Rory watched him slip through the door as she brought the beer to her lips again. Right after she took a sip of soda, discovering that the guy had been right. The only taste that remained in her mouth was the taste of brown sugar and curiosity.
*~*~*
After three soda's and a meaningless conversation about the difference between garage rock and punk, Rory decided to leave. She made her way toward the door and left, leaving the chaotic and loud scene behind her as she crossed the street to Yale's campus. She started to walk even faster when she heard footsteps behind her. Her teachers had adviceadvicedto always walk around the campus in pairs, especially at night, but Rory always waved it off, because she believed that Yale's students would never hurt each other, but the footsteps behind her was slowly changing her mind.
''Hey, wait up !'' was what she heard behind her when she sped up even more.
However, Rory didn't waste any time turning around to see who it was, but just kept on walking. Suddenly she felt a hand clasp one of her arms and she let out a shriek, that came to an abrupt stop when she saw who it was.
''Hey, I didn't mean to scare you.''
Rory nodded, and pulled her arm free, using it as an excuse to wipe a loose strand of hair out of her face.
''I'm Jordan, from the party ?'' he asked, his eyes unsure.
''Right, the guy who gave me the soda, I remember.''
''Glad to know I left an impression,'' he said amused.
''So, Jordan, right ? What are you doing, well, here ?'' Rory asked, as she waved her arm in the direction of the campus around them.
''I go to Yale too and I have a faint memory of my professor warning us not to wander the campus alone, so I decided to walk you to your dorm, if that's alrigalright Rory quickly nodded, thankful for his kind gesture. ''Sure, I would really appreciate that.''
''Only in exchange for your name.''
Rory smiled apologetically. ''I'm Rory, sorry for not telling you sooner, but I was too busy trying to figure out if you were a psycho or not.''
''Not tonight, my ax needs sharpening.''
''Nice,'' Rory said.
Jordan shrugged. ''I never got to use that line before and this was the perfect occasion.''
''Yeah, cause normal girls wouldn't accuse you of being a creep.''
''I've been called that before.''
Rory smiled at his joke, not knowing how much truth was in it. ''So, my dorm's on the other end of this campus.''
Jordan nodded and gestured towards the dorms behind Rory. ''Lead the way.''
*~*~*
After locating Rory's dorm, Jordan insisted on walking her to her door, which was supposed to lead to an awkward moment, but didn't, because Jordan kept his distance like a gentleman and wished her a good night, before heading over to his own dorm. This left Rory with the thought that he was different than other guys, which he was, only not in the way Rory hoped and wanted.
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*A/N: Hey :-) I guess it's time for me to step up to the plate, although I know that I will never be able to grasp miarae's dark way of writing, who indeed wrote the first chapter. I know, I won't be able to copy her way of writing, so I'm just sticking to me, hoping that it will be good enough. Enjoy! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*bye, smile :-)
Rory dropped her books onto her bed, not having the will to fight against the temptation of dropping herself onto the empty spot beside them. She buried her face in her pillow and let out a sigh, its emotions muffled by the soft fabric that she was pressing into. She lay there for a while, her mind blank as she closed her eyes and focused on the sound of her breathing, while pressing herself into the familiar blue covers that once again opened the door to her old life. A life she had let go of slowly, detaching herself even more with every day she chose to study instead of call her mother to catch up, although it was a nicely disguised excuse. She would indeed call her mom to catch up, but that was just to hear her cheerful voice telling her that she was fortunate to have as much wisdom in her pretty little head as she did, which was Lorelai's way of encouraging her and telling her that she would get through this year with excellent grades. And she needed this encouragement even more now that Tanna had left, deserting her, leaving her alone with her doubts and insecurities. The only person she had managed to form a bond with gone, slipping through the door as easily and sudden as a breeze.
Rory lifted her head and pushed herself up with her elbows, letting the weight of her upper body rest upon them as she glanced at the other side of the room. With the empty desk and shelves and the stripped bed, it looked like a crime scene after it had been swept by the cops. All evidence of her former roommate had been taken, leaving the room in an eerie ambience. Especially when Rory would compare the present picture to the one she wanted to remember, needed to remember for her sake. She chose to hold on to a variety of posters that weren't there anymore and pieces of scattered clothing that hadn't bother her at all, simply because it seemed perfectly normal.
Rory sighed, knowing that she would have to live through the rest of this year without a roommate and that she should be grateful for the extra space. She could desperately use it, since her night table was cluttered with too many pictures and her bookcase was overflowing with both old and new literature. She told herself once more that she had spend so many days locked up in her room, studying, back in Stars Hollow, so this was nothing she couldn't handle. She just had to get accustomed to it, and realize that the people roaming these halls weren't familiar with her and that she couldn't just step out the door and approach whomever she wanted. You had to know them first, they had to know you.
This was one of Rory's main dilemma's. After all, she wasn't raised as a social butterfly and neither was it a part of her nature. She was just so used to becoming friends with people, charming them with her kind smile and honest eyes. But over here you had to work for people to notice you when you walked into a room. You had to attend parties and make conversation, hoping that the crowd around you would see your inner beauty, cause in college looks were dismissed without thinking twice. Instead it was about who knew the most about a certain topic. Rory knew she held a lot of knowledge captive about the books she had read, but she wasn't quite sure if she could stand her ground and persuade people of her views during an argument. She wondered if she would fit in and feel completely worthy and comfortable around people who knew just as much and perhaps even more than her.
Rory rolled onto her bed, knocking some of her books onto the floor. She remembered seeing a flyer taped to one of the dorm rooms earlier. It had caught her eyes, simply because she had been bored and every small thing could have distracted her.
Frustration was what made her get up and leave her room in search of one of those flyers, preferably the same one, just because she wanted it. Luckily for her, she found the flyer taped onto the same door she passed only minutes ago. She ripped her piece of paper off the door, before retreating back into her room. She fingered the bright red sheet as she found the address with her eyes. She should dress up and go. After all, nothing would be lost if she did indeed go, except maybe a few minutes she could have used to study.....
*~*~*
Rory arrived at the address, she had scribbled down on her hand right before she left, only thirty minutes later. The party was conveniently being thrown at a house that was just across from Yale's campus. It was an extraordinary part of the wealthy neighborhood it belonged in. The houses were all of old Victorian style. Restorations were made to most of them, though they were only visible in the light of day. In the night every single house, including this one looked like an incredible and impressing structure.
Rory looked up at the three stories which this house carried with ease. She could see the glass windows shaking, because of the the music that was being played inside. She pulled at her denim skirt, buying herself a little more time to get her nervousness in control. She was scared at the large amount of people that would be surrounding her in a few seconds and she was worried about fitting in. After all, she had never been to one of these college parties before and therefor she didn't know what clothes people wore to something like this.
After she had stood in front of the closet for about ten minutes, she had become sick of being so unsure of what pair of jeans to pull out of the closet, so instead she had reached for the denim skirt her mom had bought for her a short while back. Rory wasn't a fan of denim skirts, simply because they were unpractical in her eyes, although her mom had tried to prove her wrong by saying that a denim skirt was one of the key items in your closet, because it was casual and went with practically everything. And just a few minutes before Rory had realized that her mom was right. A denim skirt did indeed come in handy for insecurities like these.
Rory ran her hand through her hair, tousling it, before walking up to the door and ringing the doorbell. She hadn't expected it to open as quick as it did, because of the loud music and many voices that were trying to yell their conversation over the music. A drunk looking guy flashed a smile at her, thinking that he was charming, although Rory would remember him by the piercing he had in his eyebrow and not his charm.
''Wonderful night to have a party huh ?!'' he greeted her, his voice slightly slurred, which was no doubt the cause of the beer bottle he held in his left hand.
Rory didn't respond to his question and just entered the house, trying to calculate where the core of the party would be.
''Do you like the music ?!'' the guy yelled at her, as she passed him without even glancing at him.
She hoped that not everyone at this party would be drunk. People who had too much to drink scared here a little, simple because they weren't thinking clearly anymore and everything they did would be something unsuspected. They seemed more sensitive to people's words and that would mostly awaken the rage that was hidden underneath their drunken daze.
Rory came to an abrupt stop at the edge of the living room. From where she was standing things were still surveyable, giving her only a better view of the people as they wildly danced, letting loose as they grinded and rotated their hips until someone would finally lead them upstairs for the real party, which would end up being a person's biggest mistake in the morning.
When Rory spotted no person worthy of having a normal conversation with, she slipped through the sea of people, as if she were invisible and entered the kitchen on luck. This room wasn't any better, although there were less people in it. Half empty beer bottles were scattered all over the place, just like white paper cups, which had held the same liquid as the bottles, except that this beer came out of a keg. Rory shook her head at the people surrounding the vat. So far the prejudice of college parties seemed to be true.
She was on her way to the other end of the kitchen, where another entrance would hopefully lead her to a room where the students weren't completely drunk yet. And she managed to get out of the kitchen without anyone stopping her, but not before a guy handed her a cup of beer. She didn't want to look like someone who had never tasted alcohol before, so she had taken it before leaving the room.
Rory wandered into the hallway, the cup of beer loosely hanging from her fingers, as if she was going to let it drop any second. This room was near empty, which didn't bother her at all. She sat down on the third step of the staircase, still not taking a sip from her beer, although she was indeed curious the its lurring spell. After all a part of growing up was experiencing new things and she also vowed never to judge something she had never tried before. So, to stay true to her own promise she hesitantly brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. As the liquid quickly disappeared down her throat she made a face.
''That bad ?''
Rory's head lifted itself up at the sound of the voice coming from above her, which belonged to a guy she had never seen before.
''I'm just not a big fan of............beer,'' Rory explained, as she tried to calculate his age, since he looked older than the people around here. The stubbles on his chin also a factor that added to her assumption.
''Right,'' he said, with just a hint of a smile, although it still caused a few dimples to appear at the corners of his blue eyes. ''Can you keep a secret ?''
''Better than anyone around here,'' was her response.
The guy nodded, agreeing with her slightly cryptic response, before handing her a can of soda, which was still closed and untouched. ''Take a sip of this after taking a sip of beer, it will wash away the taste.''
''Thanks.''
Rory took the can from him and made eye contact for a brief second, before he glanced over his shoulder at something that wasn't there in her eyes. ''Sure, I have to go.''
He turned around and headed for the kitchen, but stopped and turned his head towards her before leaving her alone again. ''And the soda's are in the fridge.''
Rory watched him slip through the door as she brought the beer to her lips again. Right after she took a sip of soda, discovering that the guy had been right. The only taste that remained in her mouth was the taste of brown sugar and curiosity.
*~*~*
After three soda's and a meaningless conversation about the difference between garage rock and punk, Rory decided to leave. She made her way toward the door and left, leaving the chaotic and loud scene behind her as she crossed the street to Yale's campus. She started to walk even faster when she heard footsteps behind her. Her teachers had adviceadvicedto always walk around the campus in pairs, especially at night, but Rory always waved it off, because she believed that Yale's students would never hurt each other, but the footsteps behind her was slowly changing her mind.
''Hey, wait up !'' was what she heard behind her when she sped up even more.
However, Rory didn't waste any time turning around to see who it was, but just kept on walking. Suddenly she felt a hand clasp one of her arms and she let out a shriek, that came to an abrupt stop when she saw who it was.
''Hey, I didn't mean to scare you.''
Rory nodded, and pulled her arm free, using it as an excuse to wipe a loose strand of hair out of her face.
''I'm Jordan, from the party ?'' he asked, his eyes unsure.
''Right, the guy who gave me the soda, I remember.''
''Glad to know I left an impression,'' he said amused.
''So, Jordan, right ? What are you doing, well, here ?'' Rory asked, as she waved her arm in the direction of the campus around them.
''I go to Yale too and I have a faint memory of my professor warning us not to wander the campus alone, so I decided to walk you to your dorm, if that's alrigalright Rory quickly nodded, thankful for his kind gesture. ''Sure, I would really appreciate that.''
''Only in exchange for your name.''
Rory smiled apologetically. ''I'm Rory, sorry for not telling you sooner, but I was too busy trying to figure out if you were a psycho or not.''
''Not tonight, my ax needs sharpening.''
''Nice,'' Rory said.
Jordan shrugged. ''I never got to use that line before and this was the perfect occasion.''
''Yeah, cause normal girls wouldn't accuse you of being a creep.''
''I've been called that before.''
Rory smiled at his joke, not knowing how much truth was in it. ''So, my dorm's on the other end of this campus.''
Jordan nodded and gestured towards the dorms behind Rory. ''Lead the way.''
*~*~*
After locating Rory's dorm, Jordan insisted on walking her to her door, which was supposed to lead to an awkward moment, but didn't, because Jordan kept his distance like a gentleman and wished her a good night, before heading over to his own dorm. This left Rory with the thought that he was different than other guys, which he was, only not in the way Rory hoped and wanted.
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