Unexpected Moments
By: Somebody's Ace (Chechi Huntzberger)
Chapter Four: Beleza Sencilla
A small cafe' on the corner of an unknown street, tables out on the outside sitting area, beauitul white chairs that curved, and umbrellas that shaded the peaceful people from the sun. Rory stared in awe as she took in every little detail of 'Belleza sencilla.'
"Logan, how did you find this place? It's nearly impossible to know about this place unless you live near hear." Her brilliant blue eyes took it in, "Its like, a magical place. It's definately a place I could find myself going often to sit down with a good book and an excelent cup of coffee.That's if they have good coffe, I mean."
Logans smile grew wide was he watched her, "Belleza sencilla, Ace, Belleza sencilla. It all has to do with what kind of exploring skills you have, and how many times you've been to New York."
"First, you take me shopping to some of the best stores around, and carry the bags! Then, you take me to Central Park, to have a picnic while eating some of the best Junk food ever made! And! Yes and! Apparently you know just how much I love to find a small place to coffee, and it's secluded."
"Quite a mouth you've got there, Ace. Maybe we should actually get inside and get something really great to drink. They have some of the best coffee in New York!" Rory looked into his deep brown eyes, reading his joy, excitment, and pure happiness of showing someone a good time.
"You sure do know how to woo a Gilmore Girl."
Logan's smile faded into a satisfied smirk, he raised eyebrows, and winked at her, "I try."
Rory grinned, "I'm sure you do."
"Well, let's go in." Logan grabbed her hand and brought her into the cafe', Rory immediatly looked over at Logan, he looked back at her, grinning ear to ear, "What now?"
"Books? You brought me to a Cafe' that has books! Actual literature! You have no end to the surprises, do you?"
"I thought you, more than anyone, would appreciate all of the books they carry here. Lots of Hemmingway, and They have Pride and Prejudice. I saw you were reading that a couple weeks ago, by the way it was to tattered, I figured you read it often."
"One. Out of many. I can never seem to stop reading. It's like, the book takes my mind as its hostage, and all it wants is for me to finish the book, then, I'm free. Untill, that is, I open another one."
They sat in a very cushioned deep burgendy chair, quietly contemplating what was next, they were both staring at the table.
Logan broke the silence, "So . . . Should we play a question game to learn some dirt on each other?"
"Like . . . You ask a question . . I answer, than I ask you a question and so on?" Rory was intruiged, she wanted to know a little dirt on the one and only Logan Huntzberger, "Fine . . let's do it."
"Alright . . I'll go first. Full Name?"
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore the Third."
"Interesting name . . " Rory rolled her eyes, and tapped her fingers lightly on the table, "Mine's Logan Elias Huntzberger. The one and only."
"Most embarassing memory?"
Logans eyes went wide, quickly he regained his composure, "You sure do dig deep fast. Let me think," his brows furrowed, as he thought looking up he said, "Okay, don't laugh," he took a deep breath, "When I was seven, I flashed an entire Society Fucntion, and . . . they got it on tape."
"That not so bad."
"Oh really whats yours?"
Rory blushed, "Well, When I was about sixteen, I got my first kiss in a drug store after he kissed me, I told him thank you and ran away, shoplifting some corn startch."
"You said Thank you?"
"Yes! Or theres the time when I threw a fit in my English Class, in front of everyone, because I was ten minutes late and couldn't take my test to catch me up from transfering. . . I mean, I went ballistic. Screamed at Paris, and Tristan Dugrey. It didn't help that on my way to rushing to school, a deer hit my car."
"You hit a deer?"
"No! The deer hit my car! I was at a stop sign! I was on the phone with my best friend, Lane, she asked me if it was a four way. Pretty embarassing."
"That she asked you if it was a four way?"
Rory laughed, "No, walking into class and trying to explain the reason of why I was late. But Mr. Madine, my English teacher, told me that because I was ten minutes late, I couldn't take the test. So I freaked," She thought for a moment at the just right way to word what she was going to say, "I pretty much told Paris that she had no life, and Dugrey to call me Rory."
"What did he call you before?"
"Mary." Her face completely void of any emotion.
Logans, however, cracked into a full fledged grin, "You were the schools Mary?" Rory let go or her stone face, and smiled, nodding her head.
"Okay, I believe it's my turn," Logan nodded, he focused all of his attention on her, "Favorite Quality in yourself?"
Logan didn't think twice on this, "The way I know how to take things seriously, but always manage to have a more than just a little fun fun," Rory nodded, he did have a talent for making the best of most situations, "And you, what's yours?"
"I'd have to say . . " She paused thinking for a moment, "My ability to think straight in horrible situations."
Logan smiled, "You do really know how to get things right when everyone else is in a panic. Except, a few minor times."
Rory rolled her eyes, "Next Question: The Bangles or Brittney Spears?"
"The Bangles?" Rory nodded her head in approvement, "So I see you agree with my choice. Good."
"I love all kinds of music, I do even listen to Brittney Spears, but I go for the classic songs. Broadways and Musicals! Oh, do I love to watch Broadways. I hear 'Wicked' is coming to Hartford for two weeks in a few months and I'm dying to go!"
"Just dying too? Or willing to kill?" Logan's inquisitive questions got him a grin from Rory.
"It all depends on a the situation I'm in how attempting to get said tickets." Logan laughed, she never failed to amaze him with her fast paced response, he rarely came across someone who could keep up with him when he was really into a discussion.
"How about I make it easy for you?" Logan inquired, his eyes bright with the childlike glee when he thought about something deviant.
"What?" She said slowly, keeping her eyes locked with his.
"Well, I could take you, get backstage passes, you could meet the stars. Aaaand, give us more time to get to know each other while inbetween things and enjoy each other's company." Rory just laughed at him, watching him carefully for his reaction, he paused in mid explanation, "What?"
"Of course, if you can get the tickets. But did you even realize that you just started to ramble off reasons why I should go with you to Wicked when all you had to do was ask and I would have willingly went with you, but now not only do you have a date with me, but you get to be mercilessly teased by me." She grinned, inhaling in lost air from a very long ramble about a ramble.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'd love to go with you. You'd keep me on my toes at intermission and before and after the show."
He smirked, "I suppose I would." Rory laughed, and smacked him lightly on the shoulder, "What!?"
"I saw that suggestive look. You really are the playboy of Yale . . . "
"Of Yale!!?? I was thinking more like all of Conneticuit." Rory rolled her eyes, one of his eyesbrows raised, "Don't think so?"
"Oh, I know so. It's just funny that your so into yourself."
"I'm not into myself, I only have a very high self-esteem." Rory just laughed at his off-hand response, "Ooookay . . I guess, I do think I'm pretty hot."
"You guess?"
"Yes, I guess," he rolled his eyes, "Okay, I know I'm pretty hot," before she could answer him he stood up, "We better get out coffe before it's too late and we have to stay another night in New York."
"Just get me a black coffee."
"Alrighty."
Rory watched him walke up to the front counter, shamelessly, for once, letting her eyes roam his back side, grinning as she thought about all of the wicked things she wanted to do to him. In midthought she stopped herself, realizing that she had just been dumped by the man she thought she loved the day before.
"Ah. . . Rory, You need to think before you do stuff like this," Leaning forward she let her arms rest on the table, "And . . now . . I'm talking to myself. . . "
As she was talking she heard a chuckle behind her, she manuevered herself to turn around, "What're you laughing at?"
"Nothing much, just that I never pinned you as one to talk to yourself."
"I usually don't. But I guess some people lead me to do crazy things," he carefully handed her the cup of coffee, "Thank you."
"Your welcome."
"Really though, It was really nice of you to do this for me."
"Just helping out a friend who was in need of some help." Rory raised one of her eyebrows, mocking his earlier behavior, "Not that I'm sayin you need help."
She took a sip of her coffee and savored the strong flavor that took over her taste buds, "I'm telling you thank you because I did need help. You freak."
"Right." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"I don't think I've ever seen this side of you." She watched him carefully, he really seemed different than what she was used to.
"Thats because I don't think your in this friendship for the money."
"I'm always in it for the money."
He rolled her eyes as she laughed, "Most people I hang out with just suck up to me. With you, I don't you'd like to me if I sucked."
"I would tell you. It's my job as a reporter to tell the truth," She leaned back into the table, looking straight into his eyes, "But even if I wasn't a reporter. I would."
"Thanks for the honesty."
"Well, if its honesty you want, you don't exactly look good in that shirt. It doesn't flatter you very well."
"I'm not sure if I wanted that much honesty," Rory gulped down the last bit of her coffee and carefully banged her cup down on the table, "You done?"
"No, I just slammed down my cup to emphasize how much I hated this coffee," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice."
"Right. Well, you ready to head home?"
She nodded, "I have to talk to my mom and start up a proper wallowing for a good three months or so."
"Well, then, off to bring Rory home to three months of wallowing!"
"Don't put it like that! It makes me sound pathetic! Wallowing is natural for girls. Guys, they just brood around a lot."
"Alrighty then, let's get a move on."
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Rory sat inside of the limo, her eyes watched as the car slowly pulled into her driveway she stared at the house, willing it to disappear so she could just sit there and peacefully think, in the comfortable silence she was sharing with Logan.
"Well," she said, as she gave up the fact that their time together was done fore now, "Thanks for the great time."
"No problem."
"I'm gonna go now."
"Bye Ace."
"See ya later, Logan." She opened the door, and took a step out and stood, slamming the door shut she waved, and walked up to the porch where she sat down on the patio chair, "This was definately by far the weirdest post break up I've ever expieranced."
(A/N: So I know it was kind of cheasy but I tried . . it took forever . . which makes me a liar, but if its any sort of excuse, I have a very short Attention Span, making it hard for me to keep my attention on one story for too long, so I've been doing really really good with this story! Please review!! .)