Disclaimer: not mine
This is my first Gilmore fic. I hope you all enjoy it. It takes place in the weeks following 6x18.
I still am uncertain.
I am with Logan, but part of me wants Jess. And when I fantasize of being with Jess, my mind wanders towards Logan. It never fails to strike me as peculiar as to how different these two men are, and how madly in love I have fallen with both of them.
Jess is the resident bad boy: dark hair, dark eyes, and dark persona; my polar opposite and yet somehow, my other half.
Logan is the cocky, self-assured charmer, fully equipped with perfectly tousled blonde hair, hazel eyes and sharp wit. He too is somewhat my opposite, and yet he compliments every description of who I should be with.
I have two men. I have two equally cute, equally charming and equally alluring men, and I cannot choose. So I do what any sensible girl with this sort of situation would do… I make a pro and con list.
Pros: Cons:
Jess: - shares
passion for - is completely unpredictable
literature - always leaves
is undeniably attractive - starts too many fights
has great taste in music - enjoys Ernest Hemingway
knows me better
than - does not get along with mom / Emily
almost
anyone - is the source of far too many tears
great kisser - never says goodbye
told me he loved me
wrote a book
always comes back
Logan: - very cute - family hates me
great sense of humour - is not notably trustworthy
adored by Richard and Emily - doesn't "get" my small town persona
money, job,
comfortable
future
good in bed
agreed to
commitment…
with me
am utterly
head-over-heals in
love with him
I stare at my two lists for a length of time, and wait for a decision to formulate in my mind.
Who do I love more?
And isn't that always the question? First it was Tristan or Dean, followed by Dean or Jess. And briefly there was Dean or Logan, and now Logan or Jess.
Part of me is certain that Logan is The One, while another part insists that Jess is.
And while I ponder this question further, the phone rings. No wait, two phones ring; my cell and the main line. I check the ID on my cell first, and it reads: Logan. It's a sign, surely it is. I grab the main line and check its caller ID. A foreign, out-of-area number appears, one I recognize to be from Philadelphia.
Jess or Logan?
Jess or Logan?
I ponder for a moment, and answer the phone to my left.
"Hey."