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Chapter Five: Phone Tug of War

"You found him in his boxers?" Lane asked incredulously, taking a small scoop of ice cream from Rory's pint of Cherry Garcia. Rory had arrived at Lane's house late, knocking on the door incessantly. The guys had been pissed off about being woken up, but Lane saw past the late timing, she inherently knew something was wrong.

"He was in his boxers adn she was in his shirt, slut,"

"Rory, have you called Lorelai yet?" Lane asked, licking her spoon clean.

"No, I can't go there because he's there,"

"Why would he be there?"

"He'll want to apologize and will assume that when I'm not at my dorm I'm at home,"

"Which you aren't,"

"Precisely, he can't find me here, I win," Lane nodded, looking at the fuzzy television screen in front of them.

"So, now that you've vented and called shirt girl about every synonym of whore known to man kind, do you want to talk about this?"

"We have talked about it,"

"No, we've bashed and lamented, no actualy talking has taken place. Except I must say that our rendition of Britney Spear's Sometimes was extremely riviting. I think it got out a lot of your inner turmoil,"

"That it did," Rory's cell phone began to ring, the vibrations causing her to jump. The Oompa Loompa song wafted through Lane's room, the eerie melody doing nothing to lighten the mood.

Oompa Loompa Loompity Doo

I have a little Secret for you

Oompa Loompa Loompady Dee-

Rory silenced the annoying, yet hypnotizing song with a click of a button, greeting the person on the other line.

"Hi Mom,"

"Where the hell are you? Are you hurt? Bleeding? Being forced to play rock 'em sock 'em robots by some crazed lunatic with a beret?"

"I'm fine Mom,"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at- wait- is Logan there?"

"Uh, yeah, he was worried. Hun, what's going on?"

"Don't tell him where I'm at,"

"Well, seeing that you still haven't told me it would be nearly impossible for me to tell him where your secret hide-out is. Please tell me it has a club house,"

"I'm at Lane's,"

"You're at L-"

"Mom! He'll hear you!"

"Is she okay?" Rory heard Logan ask, his voice full of worry.

"Yeah, I-"

"Mom, we're not talking to him!"
"We're not?"

"No,"

"Care to explain?"

"Not particularly, it was a very unhappy happening. There were slutty t-shirts, Logan in plaid boxers-"

"Whoah, you were wearing plaid boxers?" Lorelai asked Logan, amused and confused at the same time.

"Let me talk to Rory, please, I need to talk to her,"

"Mom, I don't want to talk to him,"

"Okay, something's up. Tell Mommy what happened,"

"I don't want to talk about it,"

"Lorelai, I really need to talk to her," Logan pleaded, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

"Tell him to go to hell Mom," Lorelai looked at Logan and back at the phone, feeling as if she were in a phone tug of war.

"You know what hun? You can tell Logan yourself,"

"No, mom-"

"Ace,"

"Get out of my house,"

"Let me explain myself,"

"How are you going to do that, hm? Are you going to tell me that the girl just lost her shirt and you loaned her yours?"

"Ace-"

"No! Wait, I know it. She was in a terrible fire and you pulled her out yourself, being all hero-ey, and then her clothes burned off and you gave her your clothes to save her from the shame of nudity,"

"You walked away Ace, you left,"

"Don't pin this on me!"

"I kiss you, wait scratch that, you kiss me and then you bolt. How do you expect me to react?"

"I don't know,"

"I'm sorry you had to see that,"

"See what?" Lorelai quipped, setting Logan with a steely glare.

"Oh Logan, my mother just used the 'you better not have hurt my baby' tone and I feel that's my cue to leave. Anything I need to say she can say ten times quicker while simultaneously kicking your sorry butt out the door. Good bye Huntzberger, have a nice life," She pressed end button and threw her cell phone across the room, hitting Zach who had just entered.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Sorry Zach, I didn't see you come in,"

"You had me all freaked out there. The cell phone was, like, coming at me, and-"

"Zach," Lane said, "So not the time,"

"Right, okay, you guys continue your chick talk or whatever you're doing," Lane smiled.

"Thanks Zach, bye," She looked at Rory, who was currently extremely flushed and slightly trembling.

"So Rory, are you ready to talk?" Rory took a large scoop full of ice cream and crammed it all in her mouth. She swallowed it all and then began.

"I chose him. Jess came back, he wanted me back, and I chose Logan,"

"Oh, Rory,"

"I chose him and he chose some blonde slut,"

"He didn't choose her, that slut was his Ben and Jerry's,"

"Excuse me?"

"That was his way of coping. You eat twelve pints of ice cream-"

"It's only been eight, I haven't reached that stage of the wallowing yet," Lane smiled.

"Okay, you eat eight pints of ice cream and he finds a warm body,"

"Pig,"

"Yes, I know. It is very piggy, but it it a guy thing,"

"I don't like it, and I can't accept it,"

"You don't have to, but you just should see it from his side,"

"Couldn't guys just watch some really raunchy movies and get it over with?"

"Apparantly it's not the same," Rory nodded, looking down at the nearly empty pint of ice cream. She sighed, looking up at Lane.

"I should call him, at least hear him out,"

"Yes, you should. I'm going to go check on Zach. You throw pretty hard and that is only intensified by your extremely enraged state. On top of that Zach bruises easily too,"

"I hope I didn't hurt him too bad,"

"He'll live. He'll probably make up some macho story about how he got in a barfight and there will be pool sticks and beer bottles involved," Rory smiled weakly.

"Let me tell you, he has a talent," Lane nodded, standing up.

"Okay, hear him out Rory. He might have something good to say," Rory nodded as Lane shut the door, giving her privacy. Rory dialed the number that she had committed to memory, already feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ace," His voice was a mix of emotions, fear, relief, regret, all of it made the tears fall down even quicker. She took a deep breath to steady herself and then spoke.

"Okay, I'm ready to talk,"

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