Thanks for the reviews guys, they keep me motivated. Every chapter is going to be addressed with a date in August. August is a very important aspect in this story; also in real life Rupert Murdock owns the New York post. However, in this story the Huntzbergers own it. Hope that's okay. I am sorry if my grammar might be bad, I have some writing problems. I will try and get a Beta eventually.
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August 2, 2004
Rory was at the kitchen table shuffling through the mail. Rory would rarely spend her mornings in the kitchen; she hated the apartment and tried to spend as little time there as possible in the mornings. At first she had been grateful that Jess acquired an apartment that they didn't have to share with anyone unlike the apartment Jess had before, which he had to share with a bunch of guys on crummy mattresses. However, this apartment was no better. There were drug dealers at every floor, which is why she would always come home at 6 o'clock every night because she was afraid at what would happen if she came later. There was mold at every corner, and roaches that kept appearing. There was dust that would continue to accumulate through the humility of the summer months no matter how hard Rory tried to clean up; the dust would never go away.
Today though was a different day, because she needed to find out if the New York Post would reply to her. After all the internship would start on Monday, and it was now Friday. There was a pretty big letter that had to be a good sign. Rory opened it, her hands shaking, and breathed a sigh of relief when she read it.
"Congratulations, Rory Gilmore. You have been offered an internship position at the New York Post."
Rory smiled genuinely for the first time since she came to New York.
"What's that?" a surly voice interrupted her thoughts
"I got an internship at the New York Post, one of the oldest Newspapers in the country, run by Mitchum Huntzberger who is one of the biggest Newspaper tycoons in the country." Rory was clearly surprised at Jess's sudden interest in her life.
"Oh" he said flatly.
Unbelievable, Rory thought. Weren't boyfriends supposed to say congratulations at these types of opportunities? Her grandmother would always congratulate her grandfather when he landed a good business deal, and her grandfather would always compliment Emily when she did a successful social function or a promotion in the DAR. Even so her grandparents had separated, and from the many post cards that Lorelai had forwarded to her from her grandmother in Europe, they still were. Maybe there was no such thing as a good relationship; every relationship she had seen by her family and friends had crumbled.
"Rory, will this internship get in the way of your job?'' Jess suddenly asked interrupting her thoughts.
"Yeah, I'll to have to quit my job. This internship lasts the same hours from nine to 5, plus by the time I go from 5th Avenue to Brooklyn it will take me at least an hour and a half on a good day. Plus, try to be home by 7 given where we live, I can't work later."
"What? You're going to quit a paying job for some stupid hoity, toity internship?" Jess asked unbelieving slightly raising his voice.
"It's not a stupid internship; it's a step towards something I always wanted to do with my life, remember?" Had Jess never listened to her dreams before?
"I thought you were through with pipe dreams, and we were just going to focus on work and being happy." Jess said trying to convince her.
"You are such a hypocrite, Jess. You have your damn pipe dreams of writing a damn book and opening a stupid book store. At least mine are realistic." She was fuming. How dared he?
"Well, at least I have 2 jobs to support us. We got bills to pay you know? We don't have your mommy or your grand parents anymore." That was unbelievable. Where the hell was this coming from?
"How dare you say those things? Everything in this relationship has always been what you wanted! If you ever speak about my family like that again, I will slap you!" With that Rory bolted out and slammed the door. She couldn't handle going to work. Instead, she took a cab and went to Central Park. There was a special place there called The Pool where she would go every now and then. In the back of her mind she still kept wondering if Jess had been right.
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August 2nd, 2 o'clock
Logan had walked out of the boardroom straightening his tie; he had been in two meetings that day and was scheduled for two more in the afternoon. He was getting coffee and pondering what kind of man would schedule four meetings in one day.
"Son, did you have a nice nap?" Logan winced. He knew that his father was referring to the last 15 minutes in the meeting where he had dozed off.
"Sorry Dad, I must have gotten tired from being dragged out of bed at 6 to go to one three hour meeting, and then another 2 hour one. Plus, I had to stay up until 12 o'clock while I had to go over your many errands."
"Every thing is always about you, Logan. You should think of your responsibility to the company. I can't have page 6 talking gossiping about your one night stands, and your lousy work ethics." Mitchum reasoned.
"Um, Dad, you own Page Six. It's part of the New York Post." Logan said sarcastically.
"Whatever. Start acting responsible. You have so much potential, so use it.'' With that Mitchum stormed off.
Another Oscar winning moment by Mitchum Huntzberger, Logan thought. No matter what Logan did, he would always disappoint his father. Logan decided to blow everything off. He walked out of the office and went to the place he and Colin and Finn used to go to and drink out of a flask and throw rocks. It was a lake surrounded by trees called The Pool in Central Park which was very relaxing and soothing. It was a good thing Logan had brought a flask in his pocket.
2:30 August 2nd
Logan had reached the pool when a girl looking like she was about to cry caught his attention.
I know I am evil but the next chapter will have plenty of Sophie interaction. The place the pool that Rory and Logan go to can be found on the link on my profile. The New York Post office is on fifth avenue.