Chapter 1
Rory fell through the door. She was definitely feeling the effects of
the Founder's Day punch. Picking herself up off the floor of the
entrance way, she closed the door.
"OK, defiantly no more punch." She slurred. Stumbling around, aiming
for the kitchen doorway, which would then lead towards her room.
Stumbling into the kitchen, she froze. Holding onto the frame, she
looked at her kitchen. "I must be much drunker then I originally thought
Er, does alcohol makes you hallucinate." She mumbled to herself.
"What are you doing here? How did you get in my kitchen?" Rory asked,
still frozen in shock. She stood up as straight as she possibly could,
trying to look dignified, despite her messed up hair and rumpled
clothing.
Logan looked at her, his eyes shining with hope and apprehension. "I'm
sorry. I just can't do this...this thing with us anymore." He looked
down at the floor, missing the look of hurt and shame crossing Rory's
face. She was near tears, but wouldn't let him see that.
"I can't do casual anymore. Not with you. I can't stand the thought of
someone else's hands on you. It kills me to think of you with someone
else." His eyes shone with honesty, and Rory had no idea what to do.
Thinking of everything, making the lists in her head, was too much.
Somehow, during his mini-speech, he had made his way towards her, and he
was a mere 3 inches from her. Looking at him, her head exploded with
possibilities.
"I need to think. This is...too much to handle." She walked into her
room, suddenly much more sober. Falling onto her bed, she called out to
the stunned Logan, "I'll call you."
Logan watched her walking away, and prayed to whoever could hear him
that he hadn't scared her away. She was the best thing that had happened
to him, and he didn't want to loose that.
Rory didn't sit up until Logan was gone, but when she saw the empty
kitchen, she instantly regretted not calling him back. She cursed her
drink fogged brain for messing with her judgment. Wasn't she the one who
had been complaining about the 'casual thing' only a few hours earlier?
She tried to focus, thinking that maybe mind power would bring Logan
back. But it was only wishful thinking (or drunken thinking, she couldn't
decide). She lay back down, forgetting entirely about water and
aspirin, and waited for the alcohol induced sleep to consume her. It didn't.
She sat up again and looked around her room, trying to think of which
book would put her to sleep the fastest. Her eyes fell on Oliver Twist.
She picked it up and flicked it open to a random page before laying
back to read. Through the haze in her mind, one at a time jumped off the
page towards her until her eyes rested on 'Dodger.' She slammed the book
shut and tossed it aside.
"Damn word associ... word asso... damn Dodger," she mumbled, sleepily,
as the long awaited rest finally decided to catch up with her.
Rory woke up rested and rejuvenated. In other words she was groggy and
had a splitting headache.
"Damn punch," she mumbled, slowly pushing herself into a sitting
position, her eyes still closed. A sharp knocking came at her door.
"C'mon, sweetie, Luke made breakfast." It was Lorelai, cheery as
always, and she kept knocking even after she finished speaking.
"No knocking," Rory said. "And no talking." She finally pried her eyes
open, squinting at the sun that filtered through her curtains. Her eyes
fell on her mother, who had finally stopped knocking. She was leaning
against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest, and a
worried expression on her face.
"Too much punch?" she asked.
"Too much punch," Rory agreed. The scent of pancakes reached Rory's
nostrils, which would have been fine except for the scent of bacon that
followed it. Lorelai swore she watched her daughter visibly turn green.
"Luke, coffee, now," Lorelai called as she turned and headed into the
kitchen. She returned a few moments later with a mug of coffee, a glass
of water, and a bottle of aspirin wedged between her elbow and her
side. She set the coffee down and handed Rory the water and aspirin.
"Thanks," Rory said as Lorelai left. Rory took the pill and had started
to slowly sip the water when Lorelai returned with a plate of plain
pancakes.
"Starch," Lorelai announced, setting the plate down next to the coffee.
Rory smiled at her mother, and Lorelai smiled back before leaving. When
Rory finished her water, she started in on the pancakes and coffee.
Rory wasn't good at thinking on the spot, she relied heavily on pro-con
lists, and lots of time to think. When Lorelai and Luke had left, she
had grabbed a pad of paper and sat down at the table. She wrote 'Dodger'
at the top of one page and 'Logan' at the top of another. She stopped
and stared at her writing on the yellow paper of the legal pad.
"This is silly," she said. Sighing, she closed the pad and returned to
her room. She grabbed The Rules of Attraction from her bedside table
and headed to the living room. She curled up on the couch, her nose in
the book, hoping it would take her mind off of everything the founders
punch had put in there.
