For the love of Kin Jul 5, 2005 14:30:15 GMT -5
Post by SouthernBelle on Jul 5, 2005 14:30:15 GMT -5
Note: ... I definitely don't own GG or I would not be here- I'd be on a yacht in Paris get rubbed down with sunscreen by a hot cabana boy.
Summertime in the Gilmore household was peaceful, calm, the sweet aroma of coffee filling the air. With Lorelai dating Luke, there was never a lack of delicious food. Boredom however was a problem. Rory had fallen into a stupor.
TV was out of the question, reality television was not something she was about to get pulled into. Movies seemed redundant- boy meets girl, they fall in love, crazy obstacle like insane ex wive or unknown love child threatens to destroy their relationship, guy winds up dripping wet on her front door begging for forgiveness and envelops her in a passionate kiss. Even books had lost their luster. Wuthering Heights always thrilled her, but even Heathcliff and his broody violent ways and Joseph cockney repeatedly speaking the evils of sin couldn't bring her out of the faded, silent movie mode her life had become.
The highlights of Rory's days was Logan. He called every day checking up on her, asking her how her day was, inquiring as to whether she wanted to grab a bite to eat.
They'd faded into a kind of contentedness. He was now her best friend and she'd never want to lose that. She still had feelings for him and him, her, but Rory wasn't about to get hurt just because he'd gotten bored with her or met someone new and exciting. So they went out- as friends, occasionally kissed- as friends, and dated other people (at least Logan did.)
He'd called today and invited her to a welcome back party for a cousin of his who'd graduated with honors from West Point. Remembering the last time Rory had been with his family made her moan inwardly. She'd felt so small and pathetic.
He'd convinced her, though. Logan had said that it'd mean so much to him and he wanted her to meet a better half of his family. The pleading look in his eyes and the way he'd cupped her face in his hand as he'd asked rendered her powerless in refusing him.
"Rory, say you'll come?" he'd said rather breathlessly, like a knight from some ten cent romance.
She couldn't deny him and at least it gave her something to do other than sit at home or work at the inn, her summer job. The party was in an hour and she had to leave shortly to make it on time. Her dress hung on the door. A simple baby pink, sleeveless cocktail number that brought out a warmness in her pale skin. Not exactly thrilled at the matching strappy heels, she comforted herself that at least she would look the part of the wealthy, fashionable guests that would also be attending the party.
She quickly got dressed and combed through her straight chin length hair that framed her face. While she was no fan of makeup, she chose to brush on some mascara so she wouldn't look like she'd just thrown on a dress and rushed out the door. She smiled awkwardly at her reflection in the mirror. Nervous and afraid of what the night might hold she made her way to the car.