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A/N: Here's the fourth chapter and please visit my page for how I envisioned my characters. I had the regents today and let's just hope that I got higher than an 85.
Chapter 4- The rarest blue
Logan smiled at the sight of a woman before him. "I wasn't expecting you to be here."
"I thought I'd surprise you here." Stepping in and kissing him on the cheek, she made her way to the living room and took a seat on the leather couch. In the process of slipping her trench coat off and pulling her sunglasses off her face, she glanced around his rather large suite. "Nice room, the decorator definitely had taste."
"Sam, darling, is there a reason you're here?" Not that he's complaining, but he wished that he had been informed of the sudden visit. But then of course, with Sam being his fiancé for a mere two weeks, she had every right to be showing up unexpectedly.
"Ted called this morning, he says I'm booked for a show tomorrow evening. So I called a private jet and asked to fly to where you were staying." Ted, being her agent, often called Samantha to tell her of her bookings for shows and photo shoots. Sometimes he called a little too often for his likings. There was something about Ted being 30 years old and still attracting the younger ladies that got him worried about Samantha spending too much time with him.
"Ah…I see." He joined her at the couch and handed her a glass of water to quench her thirst. "So have you got any plans tonight?"
"I was hoping you'd take me out to dinner." She placed her glass down and shifted to face her handsome blond beau.
"I'd love to, just give me ten minutes to change into something more appropriate for a fancy restaurant." Staring down at his comfortable sweats, he stood up, lightly pecked her cheeks and went into his room to fix up his appearance.
Thinking of Sam's unexpected visit, it reminded him of their first time ever seeing each other.
As like every individual who got off the same plane as him, he waited to claim his baggage of suitcases and duffel bag. Upon receiving them, he started to walk away from the crowd only to see a blond girl struggling with her suitcases.
"Need any help?" Logan offered. If this has been the old him, he would've made a sexual innuendo towards her. But a lot has changed in the three years he's been with Rory. And certainly he's changed, for the better.
"Yeah, sure." The blond girl turned to look where the voice came from. And when she saw what a handsome species he was, she was glad she accepted. Heck, he could've offered crack and she would've accepted.
That had been the first day they met. Their second meeting happened two weeks after in a hot party joint in Los Angeles called Club 69. He had been out drinking with Finn and Colin while she was with her friends. Their eyes met and immediately they got up and left their respective tables to strike up a conversation.
"You're that nice man from the airport right?" Seeing him nod his head and have a faint recognition in his eyes, she stuck out her hands, "Samantha Cooper."
Taking her hand in his and shaking it, he introduced himself, "Logan Huntzberger."
This would've sounded like a fairytale pairing if only he never thought about her. Her, who he loved with honesty and faithfully.
Twisting his door knob, he opened the door. As a man of his words, he came out 10 minutes later. No more, no less. "You ready?" He asked, putting on his own shades as he saw she has hers on her own eyes.
"Let's go." Linking her arm through his, they left his room and out the hotel. Careful on not running into any paparazzi, especially when Sam was making it big on Hollywood with the contract with Victoria's Secrets and her guest role on Ugly Betty. Her dream was to be a model and an aspiring actress.
Once they arrived to a fancy Italian restaurant, they took their seats in a table within a secluded area. Having the privacy to talk, it attracted a lot of bystanders to look their way. A few minutes into their conversation, a young girl appeared at their table.
"Hi." She shyly said.
"Hey? Am I suppose to know you?" Samantha had a confused expression on her face. She was thinking hard in her mind if she ever knew or met this girl before.
"Well no, but you're Samantha Cooper right? You're on all of the ads in my magazines. My sister and I think you're really pretty." The girl couldn't believe that she ran into one of her idols while dining with her parents.
"Awww…thanks. Would you like an autograph?" Right on cue, the girl took out a magazine, which featured Sam on the cover, and a Sharpie pen behind her back and placed it right on the table. "What's your name?"
"Ellie, but can you also write Chelsea for my sister." As Ellie got back her magazine, she read the message, it said, 'Dear Ellie and Chelsea, Thanks for the Support, Love, Sam.' "Thank you, I hope you and your boyfriend have a wonderful dinner tonight."
"You're welcome darling." Shaking Ellie's hand, she bid the girl farewell.
As Logan watched the scene unfold, he swears he heard the girl mumble something about never washing her right hand again.
"Some obsessive fan you have there." Logan chuckled as the waiter came to their table.
"What would you like tonight?" Taking out a pad and pen from his back pocket, he flipped to a fresh page and got ready to take down orders.
Taking a menu from the stand, he scanned down the list. "I'll have chicken pasta. Sam?"
"I'll get some bread sticks and a Caesar Salad. On second thought, forget the bread sticks, just give me the salad." The waiter walked back into the kitchen and told the chef of the new orders.
"You, missy, should have something more than salads. They might be green and healthy but you need more proteins." He pretended to scold at her. On every dinner dates they have, she would order salads. When they're at home, she would eat lean cuisines and drink protein shakes. The only girl he's been with that he didn't have to worry about her being full, was Rory.
"Logan, darling, I have a show tomorrow. And if I don't fit into that size 0 Armani dress, they'll give it to that bitch Kasey Flecker. Kasey Flecker used to be one of Sam's closest friends in the modeling industry. But after that one incident where Kasey sabotaged Sam's Vera Wang dress, things went ugly. Let's just say, their friendship took the wrong turn.
"Let loose Sam. It's only a few pounds. Its not like you'll grow four dress sizes overnight." Women! No wait, let me correct that- Models!
After their little argument, they dined as if nothing had happened. Their night went just fine. A few photographs were taken but Sam didn't look like she cared. As long as people got to know her name, she was happy. Paparazzi can be so annoying yet she could thank them so much for promoting her.
"Hey come on in." The girl before her mouthed the words and cracked open her door wider and motioned with her finger for Rory to come in. Attached to her ear was a cell phone. While waiting for Amber to finish off her conversation, she sat quietly and busied herself by picking up The New Yorker magazine off the table.
"Alright, thanks." Snapping shut the phone, Amber did a happy dance and faced her guest. "You would not believe it!"
"Believe what?" Sensing that it was good news, Rory anticipated hearing what her friend has to offer.
"Guess who are the two lucky ladies to have an interview with the ambassador of Goodwill." Amber got excited to announce who they were going to meet, she was so happy that she clutched her phone tighter in her hands.
"You mean Angelina Jolie?" Not only was she going to be speaking with a person so dedicated to other parts of the world, but she would also be speaking with a famous star.
"The Angelina Jolie." Amber's face was completely flushed.
"Shut up!" Rory stood up and pulled her friend into a tight hug.
"Yep, it's you and me babe at the U.N. on Friday." Returning the hug, she pulled back after a while.
"Oh my god, that's …awesome." Like two teenage girls, they squealed until the news settle down into the pit of their stomach.
After a while, Amber pulled herself together and asked Rory a question, "So, there must be something you want to talk about."
"I saw one of my ex-boyfriend today.' Rory waited for what her friend was going to say.
"Oooo…which one? Is it the tall Dean or the broody Jess?" Being friends with Amber for three years has led them to a close friendship. Amber was a fill-in for her mother or Lane when either of them was unavailable. These two girls would talk about what girls speak of, boys and love. They would share love experiences with each other and smile, laugh, or cry together whenever they can.
"Neither. It was Logan." Amber had formed a small "o" on her lips, a look of surprise.
"Logan? Your last boyfriend, Logan?" Amber wanted to make sure she wasn't hearing anything wrong. From what she knew, he was the last guy Rory dated and that they broken up when she rejected his proposal.
"The one and only." Which wasn't an understatement considering the fact that his father, Mitchum Huntzberger, was the newspaper mogul big-shot. She also remembered Anthony from Section B4 did an article of Logan and his newly well established internet. Their newspaper gave him the headline of "Younger Huntzberger makes it big in San Francisco."
"So did you talk?" From Amber's past experiences with her ex-boyfriends, she knew that the most embarrassing and awkward situation after a break-up was seeing each other in an unexpected time. Seeing each other is hard enough. But talking is even harder. So what do you say to someone who use to be so much more?
"Yea, but it's just not the same anymore. He seems so distant, unlike when we use to date." Her hands crossed on her knees and her eyes focused on it as if she was thinking very hard.
"Well, what did you expect? You guys had a history Ror, those don't just disappear over the year's course." Picking up her cup from the table, she took a sip of her tea.
"I don't know, I guess I just want to be friends again. So that's why I invited him to dinner tomorrow night."
"Really? Dinner, just you and him?" Seeing Rory nod, Amber continued to question further. "And he accepted?" Once again Rory nodded, "Don't take this the wrong way but why would he? You both didn't exactly end on good terms."
"I'd like to believe that we both grew up and became more mature."
"True." Getting a glance at her watch, she realized that it was already eight. "You haven't eaten yet, right?" Rory shook her head. "That's great, since you and I are both here, let's order Chinese and a movie"
"It's a date." Running down the lobby to get the big yellow phone book, she ran back up to meet Amber at her room.
Flipping open the book and scanning the list for the right number, she dialed the restaurant and placed their order. In 15 minutes they heard a knock on Amber's door and opened up. There stood an Asian guy holding two full bags of Chinese food. Giving him the money and a very generous amount of tip, they grabbed the bags and went right to her room and took a seat on the bed.
Turning on the T.V. to Pretty in Pink, they rested with cartons of boxes around them. But before placing the boxes on the bed, they laid out a big plastic bag so they wouldn't get any soy sauce stains on the covers. After all, Amber did have to sleep in this bed for 5 days.
Picking up a piece of sesame chicken with her disposable wooden chopsticks and placing it in her mouth, she chewed and then swallowed. "Since you've mentioned Logan, I'm a bit interested in your story. You never said anything much about this guy."
Swallowing down the friend rice, she turned her head away from the screen and faced her friend. "Why do you want to know?" She teased.
"Please, you know how reporters get, we dig in deeper for our stories."
"Alright, I'll tell you, we met at the Yale Daily newsroom. I was 20 at the time. One day I was writing a piece of article for Doyle and suddenly at the door in comes so much commotion. But really our first meeting was through my friend Marty, when he and his friends taunted him, but I like this version so much more. Anyway, so there stood what I've thought then as a blond overly confident jerk, Logan…" Rory had a smile on her face as she started to tell her story.
Early next morning Logan woke up next to an empty bed. Sam must've woken up at six to burn off the extra calories her salad had given her. Right now it was close to ten and she was still not back yet. Rubbing his tired eyes, he pulled back the covers and went to the bathroom.
Splashing the cold water on his face, he instantly woke up. One hand gripping on the counter and the other wiping the water off his eyes, he stared at his reflection. Tonight he was having dinner with Rory. The phrase just keeps ringing in his head over and over again.
Changing into a gray sweater and jeans, he grabbed his jacket and headed out. To where? He doesn't know. Maybe this was called instinct.
Walking down Fifth Avenue, a jewelry store interested him. A blue diamond necklace at the window caught his eye. Stepping into the store, he took a seat on the stool and waited for one of the clerks to address him.
A middle age woman in a red suit came up to him. "Hello sir, what can I help you with? Our newest imports of diamonds are over there on the next counter if you would like to take a look."
"No thanks, but can you get me that blue diamond necklace on the display outside." He stated politely. The women left him and slid open the door to the window. One hand reaching in, she gently lifted the necklace off its stand and gracefully walked back to where Logan sat.
"Here you go sir." She placed it on his palm and let him observe if before speaking again. "I must say, you have exquisite taste, this here is a rare blue pink diamond found in Australia. Then it was shipped to Italy and had its finest craftsman mold it into a heart shape. Its retailed price is 2,600 dollars."
"I'll take it." As lightly as he received it, he handed it back to the sales clerk. The clerk placed it in a velvet red box and handed it to him. Taking out his credit card, he patiently waited for her to swipe it.
"I'm sure your girlfriend will love it." Logan gave her a polite smile.
Placing the card back into his wallet, he slipped it into his back pocket while placing the necklace in one of his jacket pockets. He walked back into the room and found Sam dressed in a pink summer dress.
"Where have you been?" She asked, without taking her eyes off the E.T. special news.
"Out." Tossing his jacket on the couch, he went into the bathroom and took a shower.
Samantha's eyes wandered to the spot next to her. It wasn't the leather jacket that had her attention, but the long red velvet box that did. Silencing the volume, he fingers grazed over the smoothness of the box. Slowly she opened it, her green eyes were met with a beautiful blue piece of jewelry.
'He wouldn't.' She thought happily. Hen she heard the door click, she quickly snapped the box shut and placed it back where she found it. Turning the volume up, she pretended to do what she was doing before.
Seeing Logan walk to his room with a towel drying his hair, she followed him. "Is there something you'd like to give me?"
Startled by her voice, he took his eyes off his suitcase and gave her his attention. "No, why'd you asked?"
"Oh no nothing." She saw that he had pulled out a blue dress shirt and some black slacks. "What's the occasion?"
"Nothing special. Just dinner with an old friend." Holding his clothes in one arm and the wet towel in the other, he went into the bathroom, only to have Sam follow him in.
"Can I come?"
"Why?" He was confused at why Sam wanted to tag along. She never did when they were in San Francisco.
"What do you mean why? I think it's normal for me to meet her fiancé's friend, don't you think so?" This was who Sam was. The more you don't want her digging in your business, the more she has to interfere.
"Ok fine. Now can you please go out and let me change." Without a word, she left the bathroom. He really didn't want to let Sam meet Rory.
One thing that was on Sam's mind was, 'If the necklace isn't for me, then who is it for?'
In less than one hour, she had to meet Logan. She so far has showered and blown her hair dry. But also she was sitting on her bed in a bathrobe having a wardrobe crisis. She didn't know what to wear. Her suitcase has already been gone through and nothing was suitable for dinner.
Suddenly she shot out of bed and rummaged through the shopping bags she bought yesterday. Grabbing the black dress out, she ran to the bathroom and slipped it on. Leaving her hair straight down, she applied a little bit of mascara and eyeliner and a touch of lip gloss. Putting on her shoes, she grabbed her clutch bag and sprung out the door. Oh god, she was already 5 minutes late.
Arriving to Fernando's at 8:10, she was ten minutes late. Looking through the room, she found Logan sitting at a table and sipping on a glass of water. Making way to their table, she took a seat.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." She breathes heavily and calmed it down by taking a sip of water herself.
"That's okay. I kind of invited a person along, I wanted to know if that's fine with you?" His eyes took in her appearance, she looked beautiful in that little black number.
"Yea it's fine, who is it?" She asked but didn't have to wait for his answer because a beautiful blond girl took a seat right next to him. It was a face she recognized very well from yesterday's shopping.
"Sorry if I kept you waiting." Samantha brushed a strand of blond hair back and glanced at the new person sitting in with them. "Logan, you didn't tell me your friend was a …girl."
"This is Rory, an old…friend of mine. Rory, this is Samantha, my…fiancée." He didn't know if he threw in the word "fiancée" to make her jealous or to remind himself.
"You're engaged?" She was shocked.
"Yea." The table was silent until the waiter came and took their orders. Logan had a fettuccini while Rory had a chicken cutlet. And of course Sam ordered a plain salad with no French dressing.
Halfway through dinner, Sam had excused herself and left in a limo, courtesy of her fashion show. Rory and Logan had finished their dinner in a minimum to quiet conversation. Afterwards, him being the gentleman, offered to walk her back.
"Are you going home for Christmas?" He started the conversation.
"Yea, I always do. It's the only time I get to see my mom and Luke. What about you?"
"Not technically my home but I'll be visiting Honor and Josh. They have a one year girl." He grinned at the thought of his niece.
"Honor and Josh has a little girl? What's her name?" She glowed at the thought of babies.
"Her name's Isabella. She has the most beautiful blond hair and bright hazel eyes." They shared a moment where she just stared at him. "What?"
"If there's anything I know, she must look like her uncle." She teased him. "I still can't believe you're engaged."
"Well I am. I thought it was the right time. I've been with her for three years and it just felt right." Rory felt a stab as if what he said was intended on her.
And soon they had stopped in front of the hotel lobby but he insisted on bringing her to her room safely.
"Oh I almost forgot, I got you something." Reaching in his pocket, he took out the box and handed it to her.
Opening the box, she instantly knew that it was overly expensive. "Logan, I can't accept this, it's too much."
"Don't. It's your present. Just count it as your make up present for these past three years put together. I'm not taking it back."
"I don't know how to thank you." She accepted his present and gave him a light peck on his cheek. "Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ace." She smiled at the nickname she hasn't heard in a long time. Hearing the door close, he stood staring at it and whispered, "Sweet dreams."
A week later, Rory had come home on the day before her birthday to surprise her mother. Opening the door that was never locked, she entered her childhood home and walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later she heard two familiar voices, her mom's and Sookie's. When the two women entered they were surprised when they saw Rory drinking coffee as if she never left.
"Mom!" Rory hugged her mom and noticed the growing tummy.
"Rory, you're back." Unfolding her arms from her daughter, she glanced at her daughter and was happy to not find one difference in her. Her eyes stopped at her neck, where a piece of jewelry laid. "Nice necklace."
Quietly tiptoeing into Rory's room, she shook her daughter lightly causing her to wake up. The time was 4:03 A.M.
"Hey birthday girl." She whispered.
"Hey." Rory yawned and scooted over to make room for her.
"And, it's so hard to believe that at exactly this time many moons ago I was lying in exactly this same position..."
"Oh, boy. Here we go..." Some things just never change, and both mother and daughter were grateful of that. Not only was she here with her daughter, but she was also carrying a new edition to the family…