"It was a cell phone!" Rory cried again.
"It's the same thing!" Logan shot back, still pretending to be angry.
"I don't know what kind of clock you have, but none of mine let me talk to my friends!"
"Maybe they would if you didn't cause their eternal demise!"
"Ok, mister. That was a low blow."
Logan smirked triumphantly. "I always win, don't I?"
"Would you look at that? Your ego just grew to be a tad too big for the bed. Looks like someone is going to be sleeping on the floor tonight!" Rory said sweetly in a singsong voice.
"Hey!" Logan threw his hands up in surrender, "I'm not the one who drowned my cell phone!"
"I didn't drown it. It had gunk on it, so I tried to wash it."
"You tried to give an electric appliance a bath."
"It was dirty!"
"I give up."
"Good, now keep driving."
Logan sighed and rolled his eyes, looking once more ahead of them on the road. They were headed to the mall to buy a new cell phone for Rory after her last one had an… accident in the kitchen sink.
Pulling up into the parking lot, Logan saw that most of the spots were full. "See? I told you we shouldn't have come on a Sunday." He huffed.
"Don't be silly, I need a new phone now. Look there's a spo – PUNCH BUGGY YELLOW NO PUNCH BACKS!" She interrupted herself upon seeing a yellow Volkswagen beetle, and punched Logan lightly in the arm.
"Ouch! Ace!" Logan cried out, caught unawares. He rubbed his arm and put on a fake scowl. "Honestly, are we back in the third grade?"
"Aw, Logie's just bein' sour 'cuz he got hurted by a giiirl!" Rory taunted in her best little kid voice.
"That's creepy." He pointed out candidly.
"Shut up and find us a parking spot." Rory laughed.
"There are none!"
"Hm. We have a dilemma here. Ooh! Ooh! I have an idea!" Rory squealed suddenly.
"Yes, Ace?"
"If we follow someone going to their car, we can steal away their parking spot when they leave!" She clapped her hands together excitedly.
"Ok. First of all, that's borderline stalkerish. Second off, we won't be stealing it away if they leave it. And lastly, you are waaay too exited by the thought of following someone to take their parking spot."
Rory pouted. "Fine, be that way. We'll see who's laughing when a certain blonde haired person has to drive around in circles for hours looking for a spot to park their car."
"Yes, we will, Ace." He confirmed with a smirk. They circled the lot in silence for a few minutes before Rory spotted a ridiculously tall and skinny man walk out of the mall with a ridiculously short and plump woman.
"Let's follow them!" She shouted gleefully.
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeease?"
"No."
"Hey, Logan, yesterday I was talking to your mother, and we both agreed it would be a very good idea to dress the groom in a white tux with a bright blue bowtie and stripy pants…"
"No you weren't."
"But I could. You forget, by messing with me, you are messing with the woman in charge of your wedding. And that is not a good idea."
"I hate you for this." He shot back at her, turning the car around and following the strange looking couple to their car. They led him to the underground parking, where the parking was pay by meter.
As soon as they stepped out of the car, Rory bounced to where Logan stood and held her palm outstretched in front of him expectantly.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Money for the meter." She explained impatiently. He dug in his pockets and pulled out a bunch of quarters and plopped them into her waiting hand. Without another word, she bounced over to the meter and began shoving them in. With every quarter, the hand of the meter's clock pushed itself forward another inch or two.
Logan was staring off into space, thinking about nothing in particular, when someone saying "shit" broke him out of his reverie.
"What now, Ace?" He groaned.
"Um, I may or may not have put too many quarters in, and the hand on the clock may or may not have gotten stuck, and the meter clock may or may not be broken." She bit her lip like an guilty child and flashed her best 'innocent' eyes.
He rolled his. "You, my dear," He told her as they walked to the elevator that took them to the mall, "Are positively deadly. If I were a clock, I would escape to Timbuktu."
Author's Note: Hello! Next chapter, Rory and Logan go to a Telus store. I have absolutely no idea if there are Telus stores in the U.S. If there aren't, please forgive me and pretend there are. Telus is a cellphone company and I love their ads with the monkies, so that's where Rory and Logan are going. Now press the magical purple button and leave a review!!!