Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Naddie and Greg.
"So what do you have tomorrow?" Paris sat down at the first desk in the news room.
"Oh, tomorrow is my creative writing class. The teacher is supposed to be pretty neat."
"Neat? 'Well gee, Mary-Anne that sounds swell." Rory picked up her coat; walking towards the door.
"I'm leaving."
"Fine be that way….I'll see you tomorrow, at five?" Rory hung her head and defeatedly proclaimed:
"I'll be the one with the coffee."
Rory walked into the class a little late, she took a seat in the back but the teacher was not there yet, so she was safe. After a few minutes a man walked in, spreading his arms he greeted the class with a flamboyant air.
"Welcome. This is Creative Writing, 202." One boy stood up excusing himself as he went; there was always at least one. "Everyone else in the right place?" Everyone looked around to see if anyone else got up, but they didn't. "Well; for the first day I like to do a little something for dramatic affect. For, in order to write good stories one has to be in touch with their eccentric side." He glanced around the room looking at all the egger faces. "You." He pointed to someone up front; he gestured for her to stand up, she did. "My god, darling are you sure you are in the right class?" She nodded, "How old are you?"
"Eighteen." Rory heard around her the girls make the noises that were usually reserved for puppies and babies, along with a few 'Oh, little freshie.'
"Well… come here… face the class. Now darling what is your name? ... A little louder so they can hear." Rory looked up to see the last person she had expected: Naddie.
"My name is Nadine McCrae." Naddie looked up at the class; she smiled when her eyes fell on Rory, now she wasn't completely alone. Rory saw that her face it was a beet red.
"Do you know someone? ... Well, say hello."
"Hi." Naddie waved at Rory, she waved back.
"No; a proper hello." He whispered something in Naddie's ear.
"Hello Rory. How are you today?" The professor motioned for Rory to stand and reply.
"I fine, Naddie; how are you?"
"A little embarrassed." The professor shooed her away. A few of the student laughed as Naddie walked back to her seat; Rory sat down.
"Humility: some of you laugh but it is a very real thing. At some point in your life you will feel humility's grip. That is why I am assigning your first short story on the topic, because it will most likely be the easiest for you all to complete. When I say short story, I want at least four pages or the best character development I ever seen; honestly, when you really sit down and write it, you'll be surprised how easy it will be. It can be from your own life or a made-up experience, I don't care. One and a half space please; due in two classes. Now let's get started…" The professor continued on with the lesson telling the students all about the syllabus, but Rory had begun zoning out.
"So how are your classes?" It had been a good week since Logan and Rory had had a conversation; the last week they had been playing phone tag – not exactly what Rory had expected of from their relationship; but yet there it was.
"They're okay. I have Naddie in one of my classes."
"Really? Which one?"
"Creative writing."
"Oh. How are you liking that?" The conversation felt forced; she could tell that Logan was obviously preoccupied with something else, she didn't feel hurt; she sat on their bed typing up her next article.
"It's good. I've only had one class, so…" The conversation lagged a little until Roy heard a thud on the other line.
"Oh, shit! Crap! God Damn!"
"Logan what's wrong?"
"I dropped a pan on my foot."
"Oh; poor, baby." Rory stopped herself; she had spoken the word that she wasn't sure if Logan wanted to hear. It didn't faze him.
"Logan's got a booboo."
"Logan, don't refer to yourself in the third person."
"Logan want Rory to kiss it."
"I'm not going to kiss your foot over the phone." Rory could hear Logan making pretend sniffles on the other side; she caved. "Mmmwwah." Rory made a big smooch and heard Logan laugh.
"So, you do love me."
"Yes, I do. Logan I have to finish this article by tomorrow; so I'll call you back later. Bye, love you." Logan said his goodbye as well and hung up the phone.
"What crawled up your ass and died?"
"What?" Rory hadn't heard Greg's remark
"Nothing. What's up with you Gilmore; bad day?"
"Bad day; bad week; bad month."
"Geez, sorry. Hey you want to come out with me and some of the others." The offer was good, get drunk, fall asleep, and not wake up till noon; just what she needed.
"Sure."
Rory walked the last few paces to the door; she looked up at the number, this wasn't her door. No, this was Finn and Colin's, she hadn't noticed that she walked all the way there. Now she remembered why she was there; she had a hang over, and Finn had said he could cure any hang over ever created. Rory pushed the door open, hearing muffled voices on the other side.
"Holy crap!" That was the only thing Rory could think of as soon as she walked in. There was Finn on the couch with some girl half way into doing the nasty.
"Oh, shit!" Finn fell off the couch, his pants halfway off. He scurried to his feet, quickly pulling up his pants and dashing to his room. Rory turned her attention to the girl on the sofa. She propped herself up on one elbow; her shirt was unbuttoned relieving a camisole underneath; she pushed her from her face giving her that 'I-was-just-making-out' look, and Rory took a surprised intake of breath.
"Hello Rory. How are you today?"
"Naddie!"
Author's note: What do you think was Rory's most embarrassing moment, please do tell (I need some ideas). Also; no, Greg is not a love interest; just in case you were wondering. APs are over so I'll have a little more time to work on this. Please read and review.