Chapter Three
Rory stood on her tip toes looking over her grandmother trying to see through the mass of people milling around the entrance to the airport.
"I have had more emotional good byes you know young lady." Rory looked at her grandmother.
Rory's grandmother was one of the original feminist hippies. Her long grey hair was braided down her back. She was wearing a loose tie die shirt and blue jeans with a hole in one knee. She had blue eyes with a ring of brown ring around the outside. Rory adored her.
"Sorry Grandma," Rory said giving her grandmother a hug.
"Don't worry Hun; I know what it is like to be young and in love." Rory looked at her grandma.
"I am not in love," She said.
"Yeah, right." Said her grandmother giving her a fake smile.
"I was only with him for like an hour."
"Hun its love it only takes a glance." Rory rolled her eyes.
"I am going to miss my flight," She hugged her grandmother.
"You write you hear?"
"Yes grandma."
"Good, I love you."
"I love you too."
Her grandmother kissed her on the forehead, "One because I will miss you," She kissed Rory on her right cheek, "One because I love you," and then again on her left, "And one because I always will."
Rory smiled and gave her grandma one more hug and kiss before checking in and going to wait at her flight.
She sat down uncomfortably trying her best not to sit on her tail which was hidden under a long red skirt. Her black hair band was on; her hair was in a ponytail. She looked around once more. She was wearing her favourite black sweater that ended under her bust and a leather vest. Sure she had taken a little more time getting ready that morning but, it wasn't because there was a possibility that Warren was going to be there, it was just because she wanted to look nice.
She sat back, 'yeah right' she thought. Rory had always been a bit of a romantic… he did literally sweep her off her feet. It wasn't like she was still getting over Derek. It was pretty clear what he thought of her when there was not a word heard from him after Rory dropped the bomb. She had gotten over him and just went on the walk to talk to him, catch up, she had no intention of rekindling things with him. Hi position was clear but she hoped there would be a connection there still but obviously there wasn't.
"Now boarding flight 7-65 to JFK." The serene voice came over the loud speaker. Rory shrugged and got up picking up her back pack. It was a long shot anyway but hey she gave it her best try.
