A/N: Okay, this is short, boring and dialog-less, but please stick with me, it's necessary for the story to really start. And to all of my reviewers, thank you! I love the feedback.
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Rory
What I meant was I can't go into any details.
In order to give details you have to know them yourself and I only know what I know, that I am allowed to have Logan. Sure, I know that I'm not the only one and I always have to go by his schedule, but at least I get him. That has to count for something.
It's not as if I am with him for the perks, for the prestige of getting the Huntzberger heir. All the monetary connections, although potentially helpful in my career, just makes me more apprehensive about the pseudo-relationship. I have my own money, well Grandma and Grandpa's at the moment, but the trust fund will kick in soon enough. Plus, I don't want to succeed in the newspaper business because of my personal connections, with outsiders doubting my credibility and ability, patronizing me because I'm inferior to them.
I've been looking down on myself enough every time I take a look at my life. Every time I'm with Logan, in his room, in my room, in the newsroom that one time. Every time I then see Logan with another girl so soon after those times.
I don't feel like myself anymore, I no longer feel special, I see myself as one of the many, only realizing that I put myself in this position.
It's not as if I have dropped out of school. I'm still here, at Yale. I still have potential. Sure, I'm not spending as much time studying as I used to, but sometimes people just need to take a break.
I've always been told that I need to loosen up, and that's what I'm doing. Just like Mom wants. And Lane, and Jess, and Finn, and Logan, and Colin, and Rosemary, and Juliet when she isn't looking at my food in longing. Paris doesn't loosen up enough for herself; I will never understand how she keeps a man. It probably has something to do with the sheer terror she instills into all mankind.
I don't party so much that I can't go out in daylight, although Finn is right, the sun can be too bloody bright. And I'm still reading, just less daily variety that's all.
I just want to feel special again, I guess. Tristan, all though he was an annoying, insufferable jerk and bane of my existence, singled me out, if only to get into fights. We were friends at some point, even though we were both holding back some feelings, just because I ignore them doesn't mean I'm naïve enough to not know they are there.
That must be why I wanted to see him again, to see if I still deserve to be singled out.
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Tristan
Rory Gilmore, oh how I missed thee. Ugh, even in my mind I'm sappy around her. I feel seventeen again. Except now I may actually have a chance.
Back then she was with the towering small-town giant with his floppy hair (AN: I never really understood why that was such a big deal, but I'll use it) and inexperienced hands that would never hurt her. Now she's with Huntz. No strings. Much more my world, what I can play with.
But she's still my Mary, so I won't treat her like some other girl that we've all had in the past.
We were all taught to share in the sandbox by the nannies, who we also shared. Sure, they just meant 'don't tear off Logan's head just because he's playing with the Lego's that you just got for your birthday.' Later it turned into homework, booze, actual cars, girls, but they always knew how to share.
But we can't share Rory, she doesn't deserve it, there's something about her, she's special.
Now, all I need is a plan to get her away from Logan. I'll start off slow; she'll like that. Coffee probably, she never did take her cup tonight, and dinner. Yeah, food, that's the way to a girl's heart. Now, what would she want?
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Logan
I'm here on a date with, actually I can't remember what her name is. It could be Farrah, or Sara, or Lana. No, it begins with an A, like Ace.
I wonder what Rory's doing tonight. She said she needed to study, which means she should be at home, maybe I can get out of here soon and go over there. I miss her.
Wait. I miss her? No, that can't be right, she's just a girl.
No, that's not right, she's more important than just a girl. Why did I ever agree to this no strings deal with her, I can't handle this guilt when I'm out with girls not her.
I thought the feeling would pass, but it hasn't yet.
Now what?
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A/N: Not my favorite, but I think it has to be there. My next update won't be for a couple days, sorry. I'm going to start giving shout outs next chapter.Seriously guys, the feedback is amazing, please review if you haven't already.
-Soph