Chapter Four - What're Friends For?

"You know, this Terrance guy, he kind of reminds me of Tristan. You know, from Chilton?" Paris said, reading the Rough Draft of Sarah Javerson.

"I wouldn't say so."

"Yes, he is. He's mean and he only care's about himself until he starts liking Sarah. Oh, and you slipped up in Chapter Three and called him Tristan."

"What!"

"It's right here." Paris said, pointing to Tristan's name.

"How did I not notice that? How did Mom and Luke and Grandpa not notice that?" Rory wondered in disbelief.

"You come from a long line of idiots?" Paris suggested.

"So, what do you think so far?" Rory asked.

"It's okay. If it was in the library, I'd pick it up, leaf through the first few pages, and then go off to find sometihng else."

"Thanks for that, Paris." Rory said sarcastically. Paris smiled warmly.

"What're friends for?"

"So how's school?" Rory asked conversationally.

"It sucks."

"Oh, well, too bad." Rory stuttered. Carefully she said, "And, the paper?"

"It sucks."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"'Cause it fell apart after you left. You were our best writer, and many of our other reporters lost hope after that, and Doyle is still in counseling."

"Oh."

"Logan's not doing good. I think he'll be okay, though." Paris said. Rory sighed with relief.

"I want him to be okay. I just, I'm not at Yale anymore, and his parents hate me, and I didn't want to be with him."

"Relationships don't work very well for you."

"I guess not. But I wouldn't be talking if I were you, come to think."

"Hey, I can't help it if the one guy I would've stayed with forever dies."

"What about Doyle?"

"He's in therapy."

"So?"

"I don't like him."

"Okay."

"I might love him."

"Okay."

Chapter Four - Move?

"Hey, Sarah?" Ms. Javerson called from the kitchen of their home.

"Yeah?" Sarah said snappishly. She'd been daydreaming. About Terrance. Again.

"What do you think about New York?"

"Nah, too dirty." Sarah said with a wrinkled nose.

"We can't stay here forever, you know." Sarah's mom said with a sigh.

"No, you can't stay here forever. I'm fine with this place. You're the one who wants to live in a bigger town."

"I hate it here." Sarah's mom said bluntly.

"Okay, well, you move, I'll live with Leslie."

"No."

"They'd let me, you know."

"I know. No." Sarah's mom repeated.

"Okay, then we're not moving."

"Yes, we are."

"Why?"

"We don't even have a movie theater around here. This place sucks. Uber-sucks. I hate it here." Sarah's mom declared once more. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Are you sure it's not just 'cause Gramma and Grampa live down the road?" She countered.

"That too."

"Mom!" Sarah scolded.

"Hey, just 'cause you get along with my really old, really boring parents doesn't mean I have to."

"They like you fine. It's Daddy they don't like." Sarah reminded her.

"I'm calling about this apartment I found on a web search, it's got three bedrooms, one for Daddy and me, one for you, one for guests. I've always wanted a guest room. It's got Two and a half baths, too."

"How can you have a half of a bathroom?"

"They take a giant saw to it?" Sarah's mother suggested.

"I don't want to move." Sarah declared once more. She wouldn't push it more than that. Sarah's mom always made plans to move, but in the end she'd never leave her buisness, a small, yet elegant catering service.

"I think I'll go to bed." Sarah said.

"'Night, hun."

"'Night."