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Chapter 2- The past haunts who we are
Three years later…
"Goodbye Rory."
Logan's eyes shot open, for the last three years he's been dreaming of the girl he walked away from. He gave her an ultimatum, all or nothing, and still she turned him down. She was the only girl he ever loved. Yet the woman by his side was not her.
"What's wrong?" The head next to him rose slowly to meet his. Samantha Cooper was every guy's dream type of girlfriend. Boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be like her. Blonde, green eyes, natural tan and leggy. With these hints everyone wouldn't think twice if she was a well paid professional model, decked from head to toe in Stella McCartney and Gucci sunglasses. To others, they might think that Logan has got it all, but really, the one he wants is 3,000 miles away across the country.
"Nothing, just go back to sleep." Samantha's head flopped back on the pillow and positioned herself till she got comfortable. Logan let out a sigh as he heard her breathing slowly, signally that she was asleep. Slowly he lifted his covers and quietly got out of bed without walking up Samantha again.
Getting up at 2 A.M. at random days for the past three years has become his routine. Making his way to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton. He gently untwisted the cap and poured the liquid into a metal pot before turning on the flames. As he waited for his milk to heat up, he realized he had to face his fears, walking over to his home office; he retrieved his keys and opened the bottom drawer.
He reached in and grabbed the box carefully and placed it on top of his desk as if it was made of glass. He opened the lid hesitantly; almost afraid as if something would pop out. But he knew very well what was in there.
The first time he tried to face the box, he couldn't do it, she hurt him too much. Taking a deep breath, his hand went in and fished for the first object he felt. His finger felt in contact with a solid long rectangular album. This was familiar, it was funny how he remembers what was in there and yet it can still feel so new to him.
His fingers guided at the engraved words of their names entwined. Like a blind man reading braille, he traced the last word on the cover. Forever? Yeah right, look where he's at now. Flipping open the pages, he let out a chuckle. In here were pictures of him and Rory, documenting from the beginning of their relationship.
He remembered before he met her, he would refuse whenever his so-called friends would ask him to join the picture, always saying that he was too tired. But really he was camera shy. When she came into his life, she showed him the love he never felt growing up. Gilmore girls loved taking photos. It was only a matter of time when they started dating that she got him into this little addiction of hers.
His eyes lingered on the first photograph, he could still retell every single moment like it had happened yesterday. He somehow persuaded Rory to climb up the scaffolds and to take a leap of faith with him. When they landed on the ground, their faces were flushed with the excitement and adrenaline of what has taken place just now. She had taken her hand into his and placing it on her chest, letting him feel the racing rhythm of her heart beat. He knew from there on that he has fallen in love with her.
Going through the whole book, memories that haven't quite left his mind started to feel stronger. Some of them made him laugh. There were pictures of happy times such as their birthdays, his graduation, dinner parties and his return home from London. As he flipped yet another page, he literally laughed out loud, because there before him was a picture of his naked butt.
"Oh…I have outdone myself photographically. Every one of these is a keeper." She had a smile on her face, he looked at the screen on the digital camera and gave a smirk.
"Okay, that's a close up of my naked butt, that's not a keeper." It's not that he's ashamed of his body, he knows how good he looks in all his naked glory. If Finn or Colin ever saw that picture, he's caught in a month full of tease, not even alcohol would set Finn to cease his jokes.
"You're right. That's a screensaver." He sighed and followed her out, Rory would always manage to win the argument, not only because she's good at it but also because he would let her. Seeing her smile makes him feel like the luckiest guy on earth. Note to self, he really has to take that Stalin biography away from her.
Before he knew it, his fingers flipped over to the last page in the book. He knew sooner or later that he was going to find the last picture of where they left off. His eyes scanned the small 6 by 4 glossy texture. There they stood happily with their arms around each other, his eyes closed and head resting on hers, giving her a kiss on the forehead. They had gone on a romantic day of spackling. Her blue eyes always stood out, even across the room he could see the vivid blue color, almost like the oceans in Aruba. Who knew that a day later he would propose and another day later she would say no.
Closing the album and shutting his eyes, he leaned back on his computer chair. Finally getting up, he placed the book back into the box, along with the album were some of their favorite books, DVDs and CDs. But it was the little blue velvet box sitting in the corner that caught his attention. He took it out and opened the box, this was the very same ring he proposed to Rory with.
It was true that it was only a few weeks ago that he had popped the question to Samantha. But he didn't use this ring. When he first picked it out, he had her in mind. Putting it on Samantha's finger just seemed wrong. This ring was unique and special, kind of like Rory.
Hearing the sound of liquid wheezing from the kitchen, he snapped the velvet box shut and placed it back into the bigger box. Ever so gently, he placed it back into the drawer and slowly locking it up. Walking into the kitchen he got out a glass cup and poured the warm milk into it. After finishing it, he got back into bed, he had a long day in front of him tomorrow, including a flight to New York.
There he was, at 3 in the morning, lying in bed thinking of the person he couldn't have.
"Rory Gilmore, you're going to be the death of me." Closing his eyes, he fell into a deep slumber.
On the other side of the country farther up north in Vancouver, Canada, laid a young woman in her twenty five years of age under the blankets of her hotel room. Her dark chocolate hair flared out on her creamy pale skin. The dark and light color complimented and contrasted itself. Long dark eyelashes fanned down on her cheeks giving her the features of a porcelain doll.
Her peaceful sleep was suddenly ruined by the ringing melodies of her cell phone. An arm reaches out from under the covers and landed on her bedside table, patting everywhere until it comes in contact with the cold metal object. Into doing so, she knocked over her alarm clock onto the carpeted floor.
"Hello?" Her voice sounded raspy with a hint of sleep relevant in it.
"Yes hi, I would like to make a proposal to you. It's in Stars Hollow, Connecticut, the story is of a very anxious mother waiting for her daughter to come home. So, are you accepting?" The familiar voice on the other side of the phone joked.
"I missed you too, mom." Her voice returned back to normal now as she reached over to the side of her bed and picked up the fallen item. Retrieving it from the floor, she turned it until she can see the bright red numbers. "Why are you calling at one in the morning?"
"Well, payback's a bitch, isn't it? Anyway, you and I haven't spoken for two weeks already. The last time we saw each other was two months ago during your vacation period." Even though she couldn't see her, she could tell that her very immature mother was pouting.
"I'm sorry, but work had been holding me back for a while. I was at Washington last week to hear the president issue the new law and this week I just finished interviewing the mayor's campaign in the election. And tomorrow I'm heading out to New York City." After reciting her busy schedule to her mother, she ran a hand through her hair to keep them out of her face.
"My all star reporter is growing up so fast, you make me proud. Now seriously, when are you coming home?" She had been hoping that she would come back in time of her birthday so they can continue their traditional birthday speech at 4:03 A.M. For the last two years Rory hadn't been able to come home due to the constant traveling of her job. The birthday speech would be gone over through the phone, which wasn't as special but was still delivered.
"The next time I'll see you will probably be around Christmas." Lorelai let out a sigh, she really wanted Rory to come home for her birthday next week. And on top of that, she had some good news to share with her daughter.
Sensing her mother's unhappiness, she questioned, "Is there something you would like to tell me?"
"I do. Good news as a matter of fact." The last time she had called Rory with good news was when she and Luke got engaged two years ago. Rory luckily had gotten a chance to witness her mother's happiest day last summer, as the maid of honor of course. "You're going to be a big sister again."
"What?" Rory was shocked, but the excited kind. She has expected this news to come for a while now. Though the title of a "big sister" was nothing new to her, she knows that she'll welcome this baby into her family with open arms. When her father had chosen Sherri over her mother because she got pregnant, she had been so angry at him to celebrate the happy event of being a sister for the first time. Gigi had turned seven for some while now. She reminded herself to make it up to the tiny blond girl on Christmas with double the presents she usually gets.
Last Christmas, she spent the first half week of Christmas with her mother and Luke and the other half was spent with Gigi and her dad in Boston. She had five big boxes of presents for her sister. When her dad caught sight of the boxes toppling on top of each other on her arms, almost covering her face, he laughed and gave a comment about spoiling her little sister. Her only reply was "that's what sister's are made for." She remembered when Gigi saw the presents, her expression was priceless. She went and hugged her knees, as that was the only place she was tall enough for.
"Yea, for two months actually. I thought that was the reason why I couldn't stop eating Jackson's apples and they weren't even dipped in caramel." Lorelai's last pregnancy scare with Luke was 4 years ago when Sookie had given birth to her twins.
"Wow." She was speechless but overall excited for her mother and Luke. "Does Luke know?"
"Yea, he does. He was the one that went to the doctors with me. And guess who's being forced to drink decaf? Yea, that's right, me!" Blasphemy, for years Luke has been trying to get her and Rory to quit their huge intake of caffeine. Now he has a reason to cut her off, and it was making her cranky, before she even reached five months.
"That sounds horrible. Do you know the sex of the baby yet?" Rory wondered whether she should go shopping for the pink bibs or the blue ones.
"We don't want to know yet, it'll be more of a surprise for the both of us. Stars Hollow is already starting a betting pool on the baby's sex." Rory laughed, that was the town she knew and loved. It reminded her of the time they gave out pink and blue ribbons to the town folks for whether they supported "Team Lorelai" or "Team Luke" when they had broken up. She had to borrow Logan's limo to collect all the distributed ribbons back. Speaking of Logan, she wondered how he's doing now.
As darkness falls away and streaks of light starts to show in the sky, unaware of the time, the two Gilmore girls talked about what name to give the baby, the color room it will have and the type of educational baby toys that it would just have to have. But unfortunately time for them has cut short for both girls when Rory looked at the clock and realized that it was already five o'clock. Hanging up the phone, she got showered and changed for she had a train to catch.