The Fortune Cookie's Always Right
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for your reviews! They rock my socks off. This chapter drops in on a few real season 5 events, but I've made them my own, if you don't mind. And if you do mind, too bad! ;) Although, I did steal two lines from the ASP team, because as clever as I am, they just seemed too great! (You'll see what I mean.) And now, I know you're all dying to find out how Logan handled things, so read on! And don't forget, if you get confused by any references, or if you just feel like it, check out the Gilmoreisms on my profile.
CHAPTER 6: RORY'S BEEN BINGLEYED, SO GOLIGHTLY
Rory flopped down on her dorm room couch and began mindlessly flipping channels.
"What's with you?" Paris asked, busy at her craft station. "You've been in a very Daria mood lately."
"Nothing," said Rory, still flipping.
"Nothing, huh?" said Paris. She stopped working and turned to face Rory. "I don't believe you. Come on, out with it. Terrence says I can't have any negative energy around me, especially at the beginning of the semester, so spit it out."
Rory rolled her eyes. "It's nothing... just some boy trouble."
"Ha, I knew it!" Paris said.
"You knew what," Rory said, turning off the TV to focus on Paris.
"You've been Bingleyed," Paris said authoritatively.
"Excuse me?" Rory said, eyebrows raised.
"You're Jane, and Huntzberger is Bingley. He's dropped you like a hot potato for no apparent reason, am I right?"
Rory was annoyed, but knew Paris was right. "Yes," she admitted.
Paris continued. "Yep, you're Jane and he's Bingley, while I am Elizabeth."
"Why do you get to be Elizabeth?" Rory asked indignantly.
"Because," Paris said, "it's my analogy; I get to be whoever I want."
"I see," Rory said wryly. "So who's your Darcy?" she asked, opening a bottle of water. "It has to be Colin or Finn for your analogy to work," she said, taking a sip.
"Please, I'd rather eat my macaroni ashtrays," Paris snorted. "Actually, it's Doyle," she said nonchalantly.
"Doyle?" Rory exclaimed, water coming out of her nose.
"Yes; I can sense your surprise," Paris said.
"That's the understatement of the year," Rory said under her breath, searching for a tissue.
"We met through a speed-dating session. Not typically my bag, but I thought, hey, what the hell, right? So anyway, Doyle and I are now sleeping together."
"O-k..." Rory said, slowly getting up from the couch and backing to her bedroom door. "I'm just gonna...do some copy-editing homework now, um, I'll catch ya later," she said, walking into her room. She shut the door behind her and sat down at her desk. She drummed her fingers and looked around her room. Her French memo board caught her eye, and she reached over and pulled the fortune down. "Romance comes into your life this year in a very unusual sort of way," she read aloud to herself. She set it down on the desk and considered it, head resting in her hand.
Rory sighed. "This is ridiculous," she told herself. She reached for her cell phone, and with great determination, dialed Logan's number.
"Hello?" someone answered.
"Hi, um, Logan?" Rory said, trying not to sound too nervous.
"Nope, this is Lanny. can I take a message?"
Rory panicked. "Um, no, no, no message."
"Ok," Lanny said, unceremoniously hanging up.
Rory made a face at her phone before setting it back down on the desk. "This sucks," she said to herself. Suddenly, her phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Rory! Hi! I just wanted you to know that we have a gig this weekend. Are you busy?"
"Lane! I'm so glad you called. I need girl talk," Rory replied.
"Ooh, I'm here girlfriend. Speak freely," Lane replied.
"Well, it's this Logan situation," Rory started. She heard a crash in Lane's background.
"Uh huh?" Lane said, unfazed.
"Um...are you ok over there?" Rory asked.
"Oh yeah, it's nothing," Lane said, blowing it off. "The guys are just having an argument. Continue."
"Ok. So like I was saying, I think-"
Rory heard voices this time.
"Dude, all I'm sayin' is that John Mayer went mainstream but developed his own sound and still managed to jam with the greats. That's all I'm sayin'. I could be John Mayer," she heard Zack say.
"Does that mean that you think I'm as good as Pino Palladino?" Brian asked hopefully.
"No. Brian, you're not listening to me. Lane!" Zack protested.
"Ugh! Just a minute, Rory," Lane said. "Brian, I'm sure with time you will grow to be Pino Palladino-like, and Zack, I highly doubt Eric Clapton is going to be taking you under his wing anytime soon, but if you really want, we'll plan on a Hendrix cover, ok? Now shut up. I'm trying to talk to Rory."
"Dream-killer!" Zack said.
"Ok. You have my full attention," Lane said, ignoring the guys.
"Um, you know what? Now's not a good time," Rory said.
"No! I'm really listening!" Lane protested.
"I mean on my end," Rory fibbed. "It's Paris."
"Say no more," Lane said. "I'll call you about the gig later."
"Thanks. Bye!" said Rory.
"Bye!" said Lane.
"Did I hear my name?" Paris called from the common room.
Rory just moaned and put her head on her desk.
Logan was sitting in PoliSci when Robert slipped in, late.
"You're late, bro," Logan whispered.
"Did I miss much?" Robert whispered back.
"Nah; he's in the middle of a Nixon rant," Logan replied.
"Good, good. Hey, there's been something I've been meaning to ask you," Robert said.
"Shoot," said Logan.
"Well, you know Finn's birthday party is this weekend," Robert said.
"Yeah; everything's all arranged, though, right?" Logan asked quietly.
"Yeah, except he changed the theme. What once was the Chinese New Year, to honor his fascination after seeing Memoirs of a Geisha, changed to neo-Bohemian squalor, then Narnia, briefly back to a night at Hogwarts, then to King Kong," Robert replied.
"So what's the final verdict?" Logan asked with a grin.
"Well, we convinced him to abandon the whole gay cowboy theme and finally he agreed to a general Hollywood theme, as long as the stars/roles are recognizable."
"Got it," Logan said. "So what's the question?"
"Right. The question. Well, I just wondered if it was ok if I ask that reporter girl to go with me," Robert said.
Logan immediately tensed. "Rory?" he asked. His mind screamed no, but he didn't let on.
"Yeah," Robert said with a grin.
"Why you askin' me?" Logan said, feigning disinterest.
"Well, it's just that you two were so hot and heavy for a while there. I mean, it was disgusting, really," Robert joked, "but I just thought that I ought to clear it with you first. You know, bros before hos and all that."
"Hey, consider it cleared," Logan said, staring straight at the front of the room.
"Thanks, man," Robert said. He sat back and regarded the professor. "Do you think he's gonna be on this rant all day?"
"Probably," Logan said through gritted teeth.
"Huh. Well, I'm gonna peace out, then. Think I'll take a nap before Calc. Later," Robert said, slipping back out of class.
"Yeah, later," Logan said to nobody. He looked down and was surprised to find that his pencil had snapped in two.
Rory finished the last of her coffee in the dining hall.
"Hey Marty, you gonna eat that brownie?" she asked guiltily.
Marty grinned. "Oh please. Don't even pretend that you haven't been staring at it the whole time I've been talking."
"I haven't! Honest!" Rory said. Marty just gave her a look. "Well, I might have missed the last sentence or two," she admitted.
"Take it," Marty said, nudging the brownie toward her. "I can't deprive a wallower of chocolate."
"Thank you!" Rory said gratefully, reaching over and taking a bite.
"So, you gonna tell me why you're wallowing?" Marty asked, sitting back in his chair.
"It's silly, really," Rory said.
"Silly I can deal with," Marty said.
"Well," Rory said, mildly uncomfortable, "I was sorta dating Logan over break."
Marty tried not to look surprised. "Oh really?" he squeaked.
"Yeah," Rory said, running a hand through her hair. "But...he just stopped calling me. No reason. Well, I mean, there might have been a reason, but I'm not sure," Rory said.
"Um... what do you think happened?" Marty asked carefully, not sure if he wanted to know more details.
"Well, I mean, we never said anything official, you know? It just sort of...happened. And then there was this confrontation with my ex-boyfriend."
"You mean Dean?" Marty asked.
"Yeah," Rory said. "He said... well, he said some really nasty things, most of which weren't true, and Logan got into a real fight with him, and that was pretty much it."
"Huh," Marty said, taking it all in.
"I guess you could say I'm quasi-wallowing. I'm wallowing in self-pity more than any real break-up. I don't think it even counted as a break-up," Rory said.
"Ok," Marty said, thinking about how confusing girls could be.
"But you know what?" Rory said brightly. "I think I might be ready to start dating again. I mean, what's one little setback, you know?" she said with forced enthusiasm. "So Logan dropped me. So what? It's not the end of the world as we know it. That makes him a jerk and me... well, free, I guess."
"Really?" Marty said, a little bit hopefully. "'Cause, I was thinking, if so, then-"
"Rory, right?" said a voice from above.
"Oh, hi Robert," Rory said. Robert was standing next to their table. "You want to join us?"
"No, no, I'm only stopping by. I have class soon," he said, completely ignoring Marty. "Got a question for ya."
"Shoot," Rory said.
"So Finn's got a birthday coming up," Robert said.
"Uh huh," Rory said.
"And he's having this huge birthday bash this weekend," Robert continued. "I was wondering: do you wanna go?"
"With you?" Rory asked, surprised.
"Yeah. You know, I pick you up, you wear something pretty, I say how nice you look, we go, have a good time, I bring you back to your place, and if the evening is pleasurable, then we repeat the process," Robert said.
Rory considered his offer. "Well..."
"I'll even open doors for you and everything," Robert offered with a smirk.
"Sure, why not. Let's celebrate another year of Finn," Rory said.
"Good!" Robert said, satisfied. "I'll pick you up at 9 on Saturday. And it's themed: anything Hollywood so long as your character or movie star is recognizable."
"Sounds good," Rory said.
"Does it? Hmm," Robert said, grinning as he walked away.
Rory smiled triumphantly at Marty. "Wow. So, that worked!" she said. She scrunched her eyes shut. "I'm going to have a million dollars appear magically on my plate," she said, opening her eyes.
"Now did you really think that was going to work?" Marty said wryly.
"One can only hope," Rory said.
Rory patiently sat in her common room while Lorelai put the finishing touches on her hair. "Thank Miss Patty for me," she said to Lorelai. "The cigarette holder totally completes the look."
"I did. She just made me promise that you would take lots of pictures for her. You know, in case she plans to rob the cradle anytime soon," Lorelai said, standing back and admiring her work.
"How old was her last husband?" Rory wondered aloud.
"Ach, who knows. She figures if Demi can do it, so can Patty," Lorelai said. "So what do you think? Poofy enough?" she asked, holding up a mirror.
"The poofiest!" Rory said with a grin. She reached up to touch it, but Lorelai slapped her hand away. "Hands off, buster."
"Ow! What gives? You've emptied an entire can of hair spray up there. In fact, you should go patch that hole you just made in the ozone," Rory said.
"I'll just get Luke to do it. He's the one with the tools, and he's also probably on better terms with Mother Earth," Lorelai reasoned. "Just don't get it all mussed up with this... what was his name? Robert?"
"Yes, Robert," Rory said, slowly standing up and practicing gesturing with the cigarette holder.
"Uh huh. And do we like this Robert?" Lorelai asked.
Rory considered the matter, biting the end of the cigarette holder. "He seems nice enough," she decided.
Lorelai gave her a stern look. "And are we using this Robert to make a certain party jealous?"
"No, we are not," Rory countered. "Robert asked me out, and I accepted. If a certain party should happen to be at this little gathering, then fine, but I shan't be bothered with him," she said with a flourish.
"Ok," Lorelai said. She stepped back and looked at Rory. "Just, please, Golightly on him, ok?" she said with a straight face.
"I'm not even going to ask how long you were waiting to use that one," Rory said dryly.
Lorelai just giggled and clapped her hands. "At least twenty minutes!" she said.
"Any more before you are unceremoniously escorted out?" Rory said, hands on hips.
"Yes. A-hem. I guess it's time to... haul out the Hol-ly! Put up the tree be-fore my," clap, "spirit falls again!" she sang.
"Cut the Mame before I maim you!" Rory threatened.
"Ooh, good one! Ok, one more, one more!" Lorelai said breathlessly.
"Goodbye, Mom," Rory said, pushing her mother toward the door.
"Ok, ok," Lorelai said, grabbing her purse before Rory finally stopped at the door. She slipped on her coat. "I just have one thing to say," she said, flipping her hair outside the coat collar.
"What?" Rory said suspiciously.
"I hope you'll be Peppard with compliments! Bye!" Lorelai said in one breath before making a fast exit.
"Good grief," Rory said to the empty room, pulling on her long black gloves. She took one last look in the mirror, adjusting her necklace, which was already feeling a bit heavy, and sat down to wait for Robert.
Logan was thoroughly bored with the party. It wasn't that Finn threw boring parties; quite the opposite. It was just that he was having a hard time paying attention to his date. He took another sip of his drink and attempted to focus.
"So anyway, Jessica said that Jenna said that Brittany said that Amanda said that Jonathan had gastric bypass surgery because he refused to go to fat camp," she explained.
"Uh huh," Logan said, already lost.
"Isn't that too wild?" she said.
"Crazy wild," Logan replied, taking a longer sip this time. He didn't know how much more inane gossip he could take.
"Ohmygod, look, there's Robert!" she squealed. Logan's interest was suddenly piqued. "He's, like, a cowboy or something," she said, cocking her head to one side.
Logan craned his neck to see Robert, and sure enough, there he was, dressed up like John Wayne. Once Robert moved aside to greet a friend, however, Logan saw Rory. He had a sharp intake of breath. "Damn," he breathed. She looked breathtaking in a little black dress with long black gloves and a wide sparkling necklace, her hair piled high upon her head, fastened with a diamond comb. He was mesmerized as she laughed at something Robert said.
"Don't you think?" he heard his date say.
"What?" he said distractedly.
"I said, she looks almost exactly like Audrey Hepburn, don't you think?"
"Yeah, it's uncanny," he said.
"Let's go say hi," she said, tugging on his arm.
"Oh, I don't think-"
"Logan!" Robert said, shaking hands with Logan. "Excellent choice. You know Rory?" he said rhetorically.
"Holly," Logan said, dipping his head in a slight bow.
"No, he said Ro-ry," his date said exaggeratedly.
Rory merely raised her eyebrows and took in their costumes.
"Indy, Marilyn," she said icily. Logan, ignoring her tone, grinned and tipped his hat. He had a wide brown fedora perched on his head, and he wore a loose white shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned along with some khaki slacks. Over the shirt, he wore a brown leather jacket, and he also wore a holster that held a fake gun and a very real whip. His date was a skinnier version of Marilyn Monroe.
"Where are my manners? Robert and Rory, this is...Clarissa," he said, having to think for a moment.
"No, silly," she said, playfully hitting his chest, "it's Larissa."
Rory tried not to laugh.
"Right, Larissa. This is Larissa," he said. "So," he said to Robert, trying to mask his jealousy, "you're the Duke, eh?"
Robert grinned. "You could say that."
"I don't understand. The duke of what?" Larissa said.
Rory tried with all her might not to roll her eyes.
"The Duke as in John Wayne," Logan explained slowly.
"Ohhh," she said. There was a pause. "I still don't get it," she said simply.
"Logan, why don't you explain things to Larissa. We've got to make the rounds. See ya," Robert said with a smirk. Rory gave a little wave and flashed a charming smile before Robert put his hand on the small of her back and led her across the room.
Logan's jaw tightened.
Larissa sighed. "Wanna dance?" she offered.
"Sure," Logan said, his eyes following Robert and Rory until he lost them in the crowd.
"Where's the man of the hour?" Robert said, greeting Colin who was already bordering on tipsy. Rory hid her smile as she took in Colin's Rocky costume.
"Ummmmm..." he considered. "Oh! Here he is!" Colin said, throwing his arm around Finn as Finn walked up.
"Oh my God!" Rory exclaimed, momentarily averting her eyes before fully looking at Finn. "Is he who I think he is?" she asked Robert.
"Of course I am, darling," slurred Finn. "I'm fucking Johnny Weissmuller, can't you see the resemblance?" he asked, striking a muscle pose.
Rory cringed as she beheld Finn in all his glory. He was clad only in a glorified loincloth.
"So," he said, one hand gripping her shoulder. "Me Tarzan. You Jane?" he leered.
"Aaaaand no more birthday juice for you," Robert said, smiling as he lifted Finn's hand from Rory's shoulder.
"Aw," pouted Finn. "Don't I even get a birthday kiss?"
"Um, you know what?" Rory said. "I think Jane sees Cheetah. Jane go now," she said with a grin.
"Damn," Finn said, but he was immediately distracted by a passing redhead. "Oy! It's my birthday. Give us a kiss, love!" he said, following her.
Rory shook her head.
"You want something to drink?" Robert asked.
"No, maybe la-" Rory noticed Logan dancing with his Marilyn knockoff. "You know what? I'd love one," she said defiantly.
"Ok," Robert said, doling out two cups of punch.
Logan was leaning against the wall nursing his drink while his date was in the bathroom.
"Huntz! How's it goin'?" Colin said, stumbling up to Logan.
"Fine," Logan said, slowly taking a sip.
Colin followed Logan's line of vision to see Rory with Robert.
"Ah. Pining, huh? Mad that Robert stole her away?" Colin said without tact.
"Hey, Billie Jean is not my girl," Logan said.
"Ha!" laughed Colin.
Logan just gave a half-hearted smile and took another sip.
"Ok, so seriously, seriously," Colin said in his serious-drunk voice. "Are you regretting the whole Rory situation?" he asked, shifting to lean against the wall next to Logan, mimicking his stance.
"You could say that," Logan allowed.
"Man! I have never seen you this worked up over a girl," marveled Colin.
"Please! I am not worked up. Notice how I am calmly standing here instead of sucker-punching Robert and dragging Rory outside," Logan said amiably.
"Uh huh," Colin said doubtfully.
"Besides," Logan said, "hypothetically speaking, if, say, I decided I did want to get her back, I mean..." he drifted off. "Nah," he said, blowing it off.
"Let's go with this hypothetical situation," Colin said encouragingly.
"No, it's stupid, I mean, you guys were right; I'm young, and chances are that next year Dad's going to want me to get serious about graduation, so live it up while I can, you know?"
"I know," Colin said. "But the whole point was to have fun. The question is, Logan," Colin said, feeling very wise in his state of inebriation, "are you really having fun?"
Rory was really having fun. Five glasses of 80-proof punch later, she found herself not caring so much whether Logan was here with another girl or not. She was just enjoying the warm feeling from the happy happy punch, and Robert was turning out to be kind of fun. She doubted that he was second-date material, but at least she was out; out of the dorm and out having a good time.
"Whoa, you ok there?" laughed Robert as Rory faltered a bit on the dance floor.
She laughed. "Fine, fine, I'm fine," she said, sliding her arms back around his neck as they danced.
"Dip alert," Robert said, dipping her and then bringing her back up.
"You're a very good dancer," Rory said emphatically.
"Thank you. And you're very drunk," Robert replied.
"Hey! I'm drot so nunk!" Rory protested. "I mean...oh no, words have pooped out on me," she said sadly.
Robert laughed. "Ok then. You stick to the dancing and leave the words to me."
"O-k," Rory agreed.
"You know, you're pretty cute," Robert said.
"I am?" Rory said. "I am!" she repeated.
"For a drunk," he added with a smirk.
"Hey! I told you, I'm not-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Robert said, cutting her off. "Well, my former comment still stands," he said jauntily, leaning in for a kiss.
"Mind if I cut in?" Logan said from behind Robert. Robert stopped in mid-air, thwarted.
"Aah! Kill my buzz, why don't ya?" Robert said indignantly.
Rory just smiled. "I'm cute," she informed Logan, still hanging onto Robert.
"Yes you are," Robert said dryly. "She's all yours, I'm gonna take this opportunity to go to the bathroom. You kids behave yourselves," he said, extracting Rory's arms from his neck and starting the search for the bathrooms.
"So..." Logan said, holding out his arms. Rory harrumphed but accepted his unspoken invitation, taking care not to get too close. "You having fun tonight?" he asked casually.
"Actually, I am, thanks. How about you?" she said sarcastically.
"I'm starting to," he replied. He pulled her closer, and she reluctantly complied.
They didn't speak for awhile, just dancing to the music. Finally, Rory broke the silence. She narrowed her eyes at Logan, averting them when he met her glance."Ugh, I am never making decisions based on fortune cookies ever again."
"What?" Logan asked, amused.
"You're such a- a contumacious reprobate," she said, annoyed, not explaining her comment.
"A what?" he asked.
"You heard me," she said grumpily.
"I heard you, but I don't quite follow," he said. Realization dawned on his face. "Was that one of your GRE words-of-the day?" he teased, smirking. Rory just glared at him.
"So I'm a reprobate, huh?" he said, closer to her ear.
"Yes, a rogue, a knave, malefactor, boor, cretin, scoundrel," she continued.
"And you don't like scoundrels?" he said, shifting so his lips hovered over hers.
"No," she said, her voice faltering due to his proximity. "No, I do not."
"You sure?" he said, closing the gap.
"Yes," she practically whispered. "I hate them," she said, closing her eyes. "I hate you."
"Do you?" Logan murmured on her lips. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, kissing her. His arms slid around her waist, pressing her body flush to his. Rory's hands went immediately to his hair, and when blocked by his hat, slid down to gently hold his face.
Rory let him kiss her, remembering how natural it felt to kiss him, until she remembered how he had behaved recently. She broke away and slapped him.
"What the hell was that for?" he asked, shocked.
"You know damn well what for," Rory said.
"What?" he asked, rubbing his cheek. "Come on. You can't tell me that you were having more fun with Robert," he snorted derisively.
"Robert is fine," Rory defended. "Need I remind you that he's your friend. He's fun. And interesting."
"Interesting," Logan repeated.
"Yeah, interesting," Rory said.
"But does interesting make your blood boil?" Logan asked, stepping forward and seductively nibbling on her ear.
Frustrated, Rory shoved him away. "God! You know, this is not how it works. You don't just sweet talk me into your bed."
"Who said anything about a bed?"
"I am not that kind of girl!" Rory continued, ignoring his input. She started walking to the door, and Logan was following on her heels. "I mean, people are always saying that they're not that kind of girl when really they are, they just want you to work for it. But I'm being for real when I say I am not that kind of girl. I don't date a multitude of people at the same time. I don't have casual sex. It's not who I am," she asserted.
"What does that even mean?" Logan said.
"Ugh! You're impossible!" Rory shouted.
"And you're uptight!" he countered.
Rory seethed. "I'm not uptight! I am so the opposite of uptight."
"Oh, that's just the punch talking," Logan countered.
"No, no, just because I'm a girlfriend girl, that does not make me uptight," she said, crossing her arms.
"A girlfriend girl? Where did that come from?" Logan asked, beginning to get confused.
"Where did that come from?" Rory was incensed. "From you, actually."
"I didn't say that!" Logan said, now genuinely confused.
"Ohhh yes you did, just not to my face," she said. "Hey, you know what? Let me add a new word to that chain. You are a cowardly, yellow...bellied...livered...well, you get the point. You suck," she said.
"Well...your eloquence astounds, but I'm afraid that has no bearing on this conversation," Logan said.
"Oh doesn't it?" Rory countered.
"Hey, I never made any promises," said Logan in his own defense.
"Well, I shouldn't have expected any less from you," Rory said, turning to leave.
Logan caught her arm. "What do you mean?"
"You're just a playboy. You can't commit, and I should have known better," she said, all calm and rational now.
"Hey, don't say I can't do something. You don't know that. If I say I can do something, I can do something," Logan insisted.
"Well that's the point, isn't it? You never said you could," Rory pointed out.
"Well..." Logan said, not sure how to go about it. "What if I said I could now?"
"What?" Rory asked, confused.
"What if I said I wanted to commit to you?" he pushed.
"That's not what I'm saying," Rory said, exasperated. "You're not listening to me! God," she said, frustrated. "Just... I need some air," she said, really wanting to get out of there.
Robert suddenly appeared at her side. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, glancing back and forth between Rory and Logan.
"I'm fine," she said defeatedly. "Can we go? I'm starting to get a headache."
"Yeah, sure, let's get our coats," Robert said, taking her elbow. "Later, man," he said to Logan.
"Later," Logan said helplessly. Rory wouldn't look at him, and she and Robert walked away.
Logan just stared after them, watching through the window. He watched as they drove off.
"Man, that was a real Letterman/O'Reilly moment you guys were having," Colin said, coming up to Logan.
"You could say that," Logan said distantly.
"So what's your plan?" Colin asked.
"What plan?" Logan asked, looking at Colin.
"Your plan to get her back, of course," Colin said.
A smile slowly spread across Logan's face. "You are a genius, my friend," he said, clapping a hand on Colin's shoulder. "Now, here's what we're gonna do..."
Oh ma goodness! What is goin' on in that boy's head? And by the way, poor Marty, huh? He never gets the girl. But he got to be in Rent, so that's a hell of a consolation prize. Maybe someday somebody will write a Rory/Marty fic. Anyway, hoped you liked the lil' bit o' Paris and the crazy bandmates arguing in the background. I'm off to sift through the I'm-gonna-get-her-back schemes floating around in My Documents. As per usual, do check my profile for Gilmore-isms and leave lovely reviews. I mean, you could leave nasty reviews if you wanted, but as Paris pointed out, we ought not have negative energy floating around at the beginning of the semester. :)
