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A/N: I feel super-evil rite now, for not updating this! I'm going to update four times a month (at least) from now on, stuff just gets in the way. Plus I was focusing more on my other fictions. So I hope you'll still bother reading, if you can remember what happened. God I'm so CRUEL! Please review it if you read it, please.
Unreachable
Old and Kicking
"We escaped!" Rory screeched and spun around, even the cities chemical filled air was cleaner than the putrid air that filled the so-called hotel.
"Barely." Logan answered lagging behind, dragging their suitcase and looking subdued. He glanced down at his arm, which had a number and message on it. "To Sexy Thang, 555-8791. Love Double D."
"Her bra size?" Rory asked and inquiringly arched an eyebrow. It was exhilarating not to have classes, not to have a plan, just to have a life. And it was changing Rory, in the littlest ways; she was like she was back in high school. Free and easy going, but even more so than she had been.
Just free.
"You have quite the twisted mind Ace." Logan laughed with a cringe.
"It's in the genes."
They rounded the corner of the grotesque building coming upon the deserted parking lot.
"My car!" Logan yelled, Rory followed his wide eyes to his Jaguar. The roof had been smashed, along with the windshield. On the back of the car someone has scraped, 'This is what the rich get!' in scrawled letters. It looked like it belonged here now, with it's shattered glass and chipping paint. The inside of the car was equally as destroyed, all the semi-valuables damaged or gone. The backseat had been torn open for access to their belongings. And that's when Rory got a little disturbed. Her clothes, her stuff…
The remainder of the thousand…
"Logan, taking risks remember." Said Rory hoping to calm him down.
"My car." He stated blankly.
"Daddy can buy you a new one." Rory said in with a shrug. "Without a car, it'll just add to this game."
"Ace. You know how much I --- care about you. So I won't go insane, I owe it to you since I created this monster."
"Actually you influenced me, my mom and dad created me."
"I already had the talk."
Rory had to admit, the cars condition phased her more than a little. They had no way to get from point A to point B. Except walking, which would kill after a time. There was always the option of hitch hiking, which was the #1 choice at this moment.
Hitch hiking… what a rush.
"We could hitchhike." Rory said out of the blue rushing up to Logan to get a better view of the wrecked car, signed on the dashboard was 'With love, your hotel manager'. She'd done it, out of jealously probably. The hotel manager whom had hit on Logan had destroyed the Jaguar.
"She did it." Rory sputtered pointing toward the so-called hotel.
"What?" Snapped Logan, and within an instant he had rounded the corner and ran into the hotel.
"I hope you don't mess up your hair!" Rory called after him. She tried to put a light note on the situation, and it was really taking a toll on her. It wasn't easy being the one to fix everything.
A few seconds later Logan returned. "The doors are locked and the curtains are shut." He muttered subdued.
"Then we hitchhike."
"Hitchhike?" Logan asked aghast.
"Um yup. But first we check the trunk for our stuff." Logan seemed to understand for the first time that his stuff could very well have been taken.
"You think she took it?" He exclaimed.
Rory was already approaching the car hopefully; she reached the car and pried the backseat down giving her access to the trunk. Which was as she expected, empty. With the exception of some shattered glass and candy wrappers.
"Empty." Rory whined.
"So all we have are a few toiletries and 300 dollars?" He asked widening his eyes to show his utter surprise.
"I guess," Rory, whined again, she knew how childish it was, but she had to be childish.
"Shall we hitchhike?" Asked Logan obviously taking on her role of lightening the situation.
"We shall." Answered Rory with a short sigh.
Logan came to her and draped his arm around her neck; she arched slightly under his weight, but no more than usual. She'd never really had good posture. "Your sure to have a hunchback when you older."
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," Rory replied, but straightened up ever so slightly, disgusted at the thought of a hunchback.
The traffic was loud, and with each step they took the volume went up. Honks and yells and motors. Rory got close enough to the road and stuck her thumb out, Logan followed suit and they stood like that, Rory leaning on Logan and Logan leaning on Rory.
"Someone's slowing down!" Rory immediately perked up and dragged herself up out of her sitting position. The car slowing down was an old beat up mustang. Rusting with cheetah print seat covers. The car was one of a kind, old and funky.
"It's an old woman." Logan said arching an eyebrow. And Rory noticed her for the first time.
"You kids need a lift?" She asked leaning out her window.
"Yeah." Rory said before Logan had the chance to put in his opinion.
"Well hope on in," She said enthusiastically patting the passengers' seat.
Rory got into the front seat and Logan got into the back. "Thank you," mumbled Rory. Logan remained silent.
"Oh your welcome, the young children shouldn't be out after dark. Now, where to?"
"Some place to stay. Anywhere to stay." Rory said leaning back onto the leopard print.
"You can stay at the hideaway!" She said her eyes widening in excitement. "For free. Oh, it'll be quite the good time, like a slumber party." She let go of the steering wheel momentarily to clap her hands, "We'll have a jolly good time." She checked the rear view mirror for Logan's reaction. He had on a smirk, his eyebrows scrunched up in bewilderment. Rory automatically assumed the hideaway was a motel of some sort.
"That sounds amazing." Rory said slightly perplexed, incredibly worried. For all they knew this woman was a black belt ready to mug them, but Rory stayed calm assuring herself it was time to take chances. That this was the time.
And they rode in silence.
"We're here." Sang out the old woman. "By the way what are your names? You dearie feel asleep before I could ask." The old woman touched the tip of Rory's nose with a smile.
"And yours?" Asked Rory.
"Call me GoGo."
"Okay then—GoGo?"
"Now let me introduce you to the ladies." With that the woman rushed up to the door at a surprisingly high speed. Rory followed a little reluctantly, this didn't resemble a hotel at all. Logan followed Rory; he wasn't going to let her go in there alone.
"Hello-o?" Shouted the woman into an empty room as she opened the door. Completely empty, nothing in site. Almost immediately though, two old woman entered the room with the same speed as GoGo.
One was in a belly-shirt, revealing her frail figure and wrinkled stomach. It was a revolting site, seeing an overly spray tanned old woman with bleached hair standing in a belly shirt. The other was dressed much differently, much like GoGo in pearls and a drapey top, with one difference; she had no teeth and sported a much colder expression.
The people reminded Rory of Stars Hollow residents. They each had their own distinct character, like Bootsy or Kirk. And Rory longed briefly for the feeling of security to return; she wanted desperately to slip back into her bed and some fluffy slippers, to be shielded from danger and unpredictability.
"Kids?" Snapped the cold looking old woman.
"Don't tell me you picked up more strays." The belly-shirt lady sneered.
"Oh dearies these children are lost, they need a place to stay for the night." Said GoGo, placing a hand on Rory's shoulder.
"Doesn't bother me." Muttered the belly-shirt woman, she reminded Rory a lot of Louise, someone she went to high school with, and again she felt the pang of homesickness. "I'm Blondie, and yes that's my name, I had it legally changed." Said Blondie, extending a hand; Rory took it graciously, but Logan held back and Rory heard him sigh faintly in the background. But then he took his turn, and loosened up quite a bit, as though Blondie's hand had been alcohol.
"Kiwi. We're triplets." Stated the cold woman. Obviously she was giving them personal details to make up for her lack of friendliness. She didn't bother to offer the option of a handshake, just turned and walked away.
"Come, come dearies let me show you your room." She led them down a hall, with very few possessions lining the edges into a room that consisted of a bed and dresser. Nothing else, but carpet and wallpaper.
"I understand how hard to trust we may be, but truly we're harmless, if you can manage to overlook the fact that Kiwi has never said more than two words to one individual. If you don't want to stay I'll understand, but I'd rather not toss you into the road.
"I think we'd rather be here than roadkill." Rory said, and Logan nodded in agreement.
"Cat got your tounge lad?" GoGo asked Logan thoughtfully.
"No, just marveling at how kind you are." He replied smoothly, putting his excellent charisma to work.
"I try," and with a little girls giggle the woman waltzed out of the empty room and back into the empty hall.
As soon as the soft click of the door confirmed their privacy, Logan pulled Rory into a passionate kiss, "I've been waiting to do that all day." He muttered burying his face in her neck.
"They're not deaf."
"Actually they probably are, their old and all." He said pulling her in for another kiss.
"Let's do this another time when Barbie's not next door."
A/N 2: I'm not very happy with it at all, though I do think it improved at the ending, which I just finished at midnight. Well, I promise more RL in the next chapter, and again sorry I haven't updated, I'll try harder. And I'll continue the old-people scene next time I update, I'm trying to weave good slid characters, and I hope you found it a little amusing. I found it to be rushed, so sorry about that.