Dear Wally

A story about a box that holds a treasure and finding out that that something you want in life is right in front of your nose

Notes

Post-"You Jump, I Jump, Jack"
Notes:
+ Emily and Richard are not together, they are separated.
+ Lorelai is still in Friday Night Dinner attendance.
+ Paris and Doyle are already in a dating relationship.
+ Rory and Dean are not together
Inspiration: (song) Dear Wally by Aslyn

Cast List

Rory Gilmore, Logan Huntzberger, Lorelai Gilmore, Luke Danes, Miss Patty, Paris Gellar, Doyle Evans, Finn Crawford, Colin Richardson, Stephanie Fontaine, Rosemary Petersen, Robert Grimaldi, Isabel Gardner, Emily Gilmore, Richard Gilmore, Sookie St. James, Jackson Belleville, Kirk Gleason, Taylor Doose, Marty, Michel Gerard, Steven Sebastian Easton, Walter Andrew Karay, Elisabeth Clara Easton Karay

Chapter Three
The Power of a Modern Day Mystery

Dear Wally,

Mr. David has finally don't it, after weeks of avoiding the subject at all costs, he has done it. For the past week or so, he kept creating tiny obstacles for himself and it was a wonder that he didn't trip over them in the process or scare Miss Thomson away. But he didn't; in fact, Louise and Mr. David are now officially courting. She really is a lovely girl, considering that she loves to talk about everything and anything. Perhaps that was why Mr. David was creating those obstacles, or it could be why he is attracted to her as well. But with brilliant brunette locks and rosy cheeks that highlight her beaming smile, she compliments the quiet and sophisticated Mr. David with his contrasting blond tresses and hazel eyes that are always hiding behind those spectacles on his nose. But they do make a handsome couple. Like we do. Don't you think?

Yours Always,
Elisabeth

'Enter the Mystery' were the words that flowed through his mind every time he saw her now. That's what she was: a complete and undeniable mystery. Logan was usually an expert at getting through to a girl, flashing one of his signature smiles and having her in the palm of his hand from that moment forward until either he or she graduated or he lost interest. This one in particular was special. This one was the mystery that he was determined to crack all on his own.

Albert Einstein once wrote that the most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. He never fully appreciated the great man of science's words before now. Now, his words became so clear and understandable to Logan that he would think that Mr. Einstein himself was referring to him.

He wanted to crack the mystery that was Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. Every time he saw her now, her nose was buried in a letter. They had her undivided attention and it was hard enough to get a glare from her since that night. Now, in order for him to actually get a glimpse of her pretty little face, if only for a second or two, was a large cup of coffee swung under her nose. It usually worked too. But today was a different kind of day. Today she didn't care about the coffee; she just wanted to get him off of her tail.

"What is it this time Huntzberger? I'm late," she dryly said, taking the coffee out of his hand instantaneously and rolling her eyes.

"Just wanted to see how my favorite reporter was doing, that's all," he tried the charming card again. He was good at playing that card and no matter how many times he failed with her; he would still try it to see if it would work.

"Logan," she stated his name matter-of-factly, clearly wanting to get him out of her way and back on her path to wherever she was heading to. "I'm late. I'm seriously late and Professor Hendricks hates the late-comers and I have to have a filler on Doyle's desk by three today, so if you don't move or tell me exactly why you're stopping me for the fifth time today, I'll move you myself."

"Like I said before Ace, the threats are good. Keep them coming," he quipped and laughed a bit at that serious Gilmore glare that he was hooked on. The very first time he had run into her at one of the many coffee kiosks around campus, she had been submerged in a letter and only paused to give him that glare. It turned into a daily thing. He would track her down, just to get that glower. The second time he had bumped into her at the same kiosk, she had even surprised herself when she actually spoke. Even if it was only to get out of her way, it was still a thing that kept him bumping into her every chance he got. He liked making a habit out of it. "Relax Ace, I'm just here to keep you sane," he added on, noting her tense stance beside him, "and to keep you caffeinated," he motioned towards the large coffee cup in her hand.

"Oh, yeah, thanks," she paused for a moment, silently contemplating why on earth Logan Huntzberger, the privileged Yale Male with a thousand privileged Yale Females begging for his attention, was buying her, the bookworm and ace reporter, coffee. "This is a bribe."

"Excellent deduction," Logan answered gleefully, "but that's not it. I just thought you could use a good cup of Joe."

"Cup of Joe? Okay, now you have me wondering about your sanity. What do you want?" she scrunched her nose, creased her eyes together and stopped her gait to turn and look at him straight on.

"I come to you as a friend, nothing more, nothing less and ask you," Logan started sincerely, "how is your story going? I'm anxious to read the next great writing wonder of Rory Gilmore."

She stared at him blankly. What was he doing? Was he trying to flatter her or drive her insane? If he was, they were both working. She was determined not to turn into one of those girls who were easily swayed by one smirk off of his chin, but that determination was slowly dwindling down.

First there was the constant stalking, which was very annoying then there was the coffee or Cup of Joe as he was now dubbing it. And then of course, there was the story. She should've known that it was all about the story since the very beginning.

It was had only been three days since that late night when she was just as surprised to find him there as he was her. She half expected him to be out drinking with Finn, who still had yet to remember her name, or at the least be out with Brittany or Tiffany or one of those other girls that had names that sounded like they were in the Mickey Mouse Club. Yet, he wasn't.

And judging from the smirk permanently plastered on his face and the blonde socialite that was headed for their direction, Rory deducted that she only had at least two minutes to wrap this notch in his timeline up and so she indulged him with vague details.

"It's fine."

"Fine? It's just fine?" Logan questioned as his eyebrows kept making funny expressions on his face. It was like watching Groucho Marx in any Marx brother movie minus the bushy, black color. Rory found that she much preferred the thinner, lighter eyebrow compared to the former.

"Yes, it's fine," she stated again. Yep, vague details, that's what she was giving him and that was all he was going to get.

"Doesn't really look like it," he motioned towards her shoulder bag that was already bulging with letters of every kind plus some random ones from Elisabeth. Then on top of that, there were the text books and notebooks that tended to fill up her bag fast.

"It's fine Logan, I mean it," she crossed her arms after tossing the now empty coffee cup into the nearby trash bin and waited for him to counteract, knowing for a fact that is was going to come.

"Whatever you say Ace, but just so you know, that little filler last week on the French Club's trip to Paris and talks of exchange students…kind of lame," he gestured with his hands while the blonde socialite strode up beside him. "I'm just waiting for that next article that is written like it should be published in the New York Times."

Rory wasn't really paying attention to the last part as the blonde curled her arm up and around his neck and he smiled down at her. Rolling her eyes at the display and thinking that both of them didn't deserve each other, she quickly wrapped up their conversation, if it was one at all.

"I'll publish the article when it's all done, Huntzberger. So until then, the fillers are what you'll see. If you want to see it sooner, you can help. You know where I'll be."

And with the sharp turn on her heel, she walked off, feeling triumphant in the battle that she had just been in. He wouldn't take up the offer, she knew it, or at least, she hoped he wouldn't.

It was very interesting from her point of view. She wasn't far off, but only a few steps away from them as they discussed some type of article and coffee. Stephanie leaned her back up against the campus' wall next to Rosemary and sipped on her strawberry smoothie, wondering if anyone else saw what she just did. She wasn't a matchmaker or one of those people who deliberately set people up on dates just to see if they would make a cute couple. But for Logan, she would be.

He was one of her oldest friends and she knew before anyone else how Logan was. He didn't act like this with any other girl. For this one, he brought her coffee and she made him smile. Making him smile was a big gold star in Stephanie's book. And the line was getting on her nerves.

As the quote goes: you can't leave it all up to fate, sometimes you have to lend her a helping hand. And that's exactly what Stephanie was going to do. First item on the list: the line goes poof!