| (no subject) |
[Aug. 29th, 2005|04:14 pm] |
|
This is your life are you who you want to be? This your life is it everything you dremed it would be when the world was younger and you had everything to lose... don't close your eyes...Don't close your eyes... don't close your eyes... don't close your eyes. This is your life are you who you want to be? |
|
|
| Beautiful People |
[Aug. 9th, 2005|05:37 pm] |
|
I watched that new show Beautiful People last night. Loved it. |
|
|
| Gilmore Girls Fic: R/L Say Hello Chapter Three |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|06:19 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Trapped in the Closet Pt 2." -R. Kelly (Greatest Song Ever) | ] |
Title: Say Hello
Author: Danielle
Pairing/Character: Rory/Logan
Rating: PG-13 - R-ish (Starts out mild might get steamier though)
Summary: What if Rory wasn’t the only reporter at the Life and Death Brigade’s meeting?
Spoilers/Warnings: All of season 5.
A/N- How big is New England? I’m from California (this would be a lot easier to write if GG was based in California) and to get anywhere in California takes no more then 8 hours (Sacramento to L.A or San Diego to San Francisco) Is it like that there? Like if I was to drive from New York up to Maine how many hours would that take?
Chapter Three. All we have to Fear.
“Can you smell the panic son?” Tweak Marshall asked his young protégé reporter, “Those smug Yale bastards are finally getting what’s coming to them.”
“Swell.” the young man said in a heavily sarcastic tone.
“Mitchum Huntzbeger thought he could get over on me all those years ago but who’s getting the last laugh now!” Tweak exclaimed slamming his hand on his desk.
“So about my payment,” the young man started to ask.
“Look at these,” Tweak cut his protégé off, “Peach Carlton just dropped these off a few minutes ago.” he finished handing the young man a manila envelope.
Inside the envelope were pictures of two young girls getting into a limo outside a swanky townhouse. There were about ten more pictures of these two girls, walking inside of Barney’s, trying on dresses, sampling lip gloss, and drinking champagne. Behind those pictures were some of a blond hair guy sitting in a bar with a red head man, they looked like they were having an argument.
“Already got some high bidders for those.” Tweak said pointing.
“Isn’t this going a little far?” the young man asked.
“Nonsense!” Tweak laughed, “This story is going to put my kids through college.”
The young man started to regret his decision to help Tweak Marshall when Tweak’s maniacal laughter began to creep him out.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
“You’re being such a brat!” Stephanie yelled to Logan.
“You’re being the brat Stephanie!” Logan yelled back to her.
“We were gone for two hours Logan!” she yelled to him.
“We were told not to leave!” he yelled back at her.
“You left yesterday!” she yelled walking out of the room.
“So you had to copy me?” he said fallowing her.
“Truffle?” Finn offered Rory as they sat in the Library watching the scene unfold. She happily accepted.
Rory and Stephanie had gotten back from shopping a few hours ago where Logan was waiting for them. He seemed to be really mad at Stephanie and they had been arguing ever since.
“I’m going to jump.” Colin said getting up off the floor where he had been lying ever since Rory had gotten back. Finn explained that he had gotten a phone call from his father that morning and his father wasn’t to pleased with him.
“I’m losing the family money?” Colin mumbled to himself, “Let’s see how much money I lose for them when they have to pay for my funeral!” he walked over to the window and tried to open it. It seemed to be stuck or child proofed because it wouldn’t budge. After several minutes of trying to open it unsuccessfully Colin finally gave up and slunk back to his spot on the floor where he covered his head with a throw pillow.
“Drama, Drama, Drama.” Finn said shoving another truffle in his mouth. Rory silently agreed and took another for herself.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
“Which one of you is responsible for the defiled goat?” a grey old man by the name of Reese Crane asked the thirty or so people sitting in front of him.
It was early afternoon on Friday when Logan got the call from his father that they had to drive up to Maine. They ended up at a huge estate on a cliff with a lighthouse and several boats near by.
“Finn.” a bunch of people said with a snicker.
“What were you… no… I don’t want to know.” Reese said shaking his head in disgust.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.” Finn told the room.
“Are you kidding?” Logan spoke up, “I still have nightmares of that night.”
“Really?” a cute blond girl asked in a motherly tone, as if that was the saddest thing she ever heard.
“Ask Rory she the one who sleeps with him.” Stephanie said out loud causing several other people to laugh and causing Rory to turn bright red.
“Quite please!” Reese said annoyed causing the room to stop laughing immediately. He went back to his list “Who is responsible for Joseph Locks missing purebred Mustangs and what on earth did you do with them?”
“Sammy.” about twenty people said laughing. This went on for about another hour as Mr. Crane read from a list of the things the Life and Death Brigade members had done in the past. Apparently after they had done whatever naughty thing they were sent to do they would leave behind a calling card of sorts clearly stating the Life and Death Brigade was responsible. Now that the members where ousted these naughty things were coming back to bite them in the ass.
“This is serious!” Reese told them all, “If we can not get these people to drop the charges against you, warrants will be issued for your arrest.”
“It’s not like we went after strangers.” Logan told Reese, “We went after who we did because we knew if we were ever caught we would get away with a slap on the wrist.” he told him getting a murmur of agreement from his audience.
“How’s that slap on the wrist working out for you and Miss. Gilmore?” Reese asked Logan. Logan said nothing and sat back down next to Rory. “Today’s society is sick and tired of watching the children of the rich and powerful get away with murder, they are going to want to see you pay.” he finished getting up and walking out of the room.
The room was quite for a few minutes after he left until Logan once again spoke up, “Happy now Robert!” Logan spat through gritted teeth.
“What are you talking about now Huntzbeger?” Robert asked annoyed.
“You going to a reporter and snitching.” Colin said.
“I would never!” Robert said outraged.
“You couldn’t take that once again I got the girl so you went to a reporter and spilled your guts.” Logan said standing up.
“Have you lost your mind!” Robert said standing up to him, “Give me a little bit more credit then that.”
“I don’t give you any credit Rob. How else would there be pictures of me and Rory on the cover of TIME?” Logan asked him, “There were four camera’s, one was Rory’s, one was mine, one was Catalina’s, and one was yours!”
“So what you think I spent my weekend fallowing around you and the girl who’s pants you were trying to get into?” Robert spat. Logan charged at him but was thrown back by a couple of guys.
“So you didn’t take those pictures of Stephanie?” Colin asked walking over to Robert, “Of me? Of Finn? Of Sam? Of Seth? Of Kate?”
“I can’t believe I’m being accused of this!” Robert yelled in frustration. He grabbed the magazine and opened up the pages, “These are not my photo’s!”
“Prove it!” a dark hair guy who’s name Rory couldn’t remember asked.
“How could I have taken these pictures when I’m standing right there!” he smiled in triumph showing the dark hair guy what he was talking about, “There I am in the background and what’s that you ask?” he said pointing to something, “Why, is that my camera hanging around my neck?” this seemed to be enough proof for the dark hair guy because he nodded. He grabbed the magazine from Robert and showed Logan and Colin.
“This still doesn’t explained how they knew you went out with Rory.” Logan said looking over the magazine, “Once.” he added.
“How am I suppose to know?” Robert asked sitting back down. Robert had a pretty good idea how those's things got put in about Logan and Rory’s relationship but he wasn’t willing to admit it right then, especially to Logan.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
A/N Like I said before Robert is kind of the spy… accidentally if you will… his hurt pride and a few beers can make Rob pretty chatty about Rory and Logan’s relationship. Not like he cares or anything….
Review! |
|
|
| Gilmore Girls Fic: R/L Say Hello Chapter Three. |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|02:37 pm] |
Title: Say Hello Author: Danielle Pairing/Character: Rory/Logan Rating: PG-13 - R-ish (Starts out mild might get steamier though)
Summary: What if Rory wasn’t the only reporter at the Life and Death Brigade’s meeting?
Spoilers/Warnings: All of season 5. AND FIRST EPISODE OF SEASON SIX! SPOILER’S AHEAD! Sort of. Actually you really have to know what to look for. But there still spoilers.
Thanks for all the awesome Reviews!
XxXxXxXxXxXxX
Chapter Two. All we have to Gain.
“There are rules in a civilized society that should never be broken even with the animosity between are two collectives.” Logan told the man seated next to him. He was sitting in a bar with a guy he has known since they were at Andover together. They both ended up at Yale but were each destined for different secret societies.
“You think one of my members ousted you?” the man said as if he were shocked.
“Come on Abel don’t pretend you had nothing to do with this.” Logan said to him not buying his act, “Pick on me fine, but you don’t go after The Life and Death Brigade and you definitely don’t go after my girlfriend.”
“Think about it Logan how the hell would I know how much you paid for a dress or who was hitting on who in Bali?” Abel said to Logan trying to reason.
“Like you don’t have your spy’s?” Logan asked taking a sip of his whiskey on the rocks.
“Look man, fun and games aside I‘m hitting the campaign trail with my dad in a week, I have a lot to get done before then and screwing with you is not on my list of things.” Able said sincerely, “The real world is calling Logan.”
“So if you didn’t have anything to do with this then who do you think did?”
“You really want to know what I think?” he asked gesturing for the check.
“I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.” Logan told him.
“It screams inside job, man.” Able paid the check and stood up, “Read the article again. Pay particular attention to the people who were mention.”
“Wouldn’t it be the people who weren’t mentioned?” Logan asked him.
“Sophomore English with Professor Dolton.” Abel said to him.
“Look for the Red Herring”
“Exactly.” Abel turned around before he got to the end of the bar, “Your girlfriends hot.”
Logan laughed, “Yeah, thanks man.” he watched him leave with more questions then he got answered.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
“I can’t believe she hasn’t called by now.” Rory said to Logan who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, “She’s seen it and she hasn’t called me.”
“Maybe she hasn’t seen it.” Logan offered. He knew how close Rory used to be with her mother and he knew how upset it made Rory to know that there was a rift between them and she couldn’t fix it.
“My town is like the center of gossip,” she told him splashing some bubbles, “Not only do they know about it they’re already auctioning off pictures of me on eBay.”
“You know you could always call her.” Logan told her.
“Yeah I know,” she didn’t really feel like getting into it right now, “So how did it go with your friend?’
“He thinks there’s a mole.”
“Like in general?” she asked confused.
“In the Life and Death Brigade.” he corrected her.
“Who?” she asked standing up from the tub.
“No clue.” Logan said holding up a towel for Rory to get into.
“I can’t believe Stephanie grew up here.” Rory said cuddling up to Logan who wrapped his arms tightly around her warming her up.
“She didn’t.” Logan told her, “Not really I mean, she was sent to a boarding school in Scotland when she was six when she came home for the summers her family were already in Nantucket. So she didn’t really spend much time here.”
“I can’t imagine being away from my mother when I was six.” Rory said to him.
“Different childhoods you and me.” he said kissing her on her forehead, “I’m guessing yours was better.”
“My mom grew up like the rest of you that’s why she had to get me out.” Rory told him, “Sometimes I wonder what my mom’s life would have been like if she never had me.”
“She would have went to Yale and joined the Life and Death Brigade.” Logan predicted.
“You think?” she asked him.
“Your mother was a rule breaker in her time, still is I’m guessing. She would have been perfect, probably would have run though whole group.”
Rory was quite as she got ready for bed in this strange new room. As soon as they left New Haven Logan’s father Mitchum Huntzbeger had told Logan to go straight to the Vanderbilt’s in Manhattan. When they arrived they were greeted by a frantic Colin, an annoyed Stephanie, and Finn. Apparently the Life and Death Brigade had been told to abandon Yale and separate until the older members could talk to their lawyers and find out how much trouble the younger members were in. They were told not to leave but Logan said he had to meet with someone for a few minutes. Apparently Colin wasn’t to happy about it and hadn’t come out of his room since Logan left.
Rory got into bed next to Logan and he rolled to his side to look at her.
“So where were-” Logan started but was cut off by Rory’s ringing cell phone.
“Hello?” she asked giving Logan an apologetic look.
“Hey.” Lorelai Gilmore said to her daughter.
“Hey.” Rory said back, sitting straight up.
“So I was on my way to Luke’s today for my annual midmorning cup of coffee and I walk by the newsstand and something catches my eye.” Lorelai rambled, “If you’re thinking it was Nick and Jessica on US Weekly announcing their separation you would be wrong although if I did see that it would most likely cause the same reaction that seeing my daughter on the cover of TIME did.”
“Mom.” Rory began.
“Rory how did this happen?” Lorelai asked her, “My daughter thrown in with the likes of these spoiled rich brats who have no idea what trouble their causing.”
“Mom.” Rory started again.
“I raised you better then this!” Lorelai told her, “Where are you?”
“Huh?” Rory asked.
“After waking up a confused Paris who said she hasn’t seen you in two days I went to Logan’s dorm and his roommate said that the two of you left this morning and haven’t been back since.”
“I’m at Stephanie Vanderbilt’s house in New York.” Rory told her mother.
“Well that’s just great.” Lorelai exclaimed, “Come home now.”
“What?”
“Come home, we’ll deal with this together.” Lorelai told her.
“I can’t.” Rory said standing up and starting to pace.
“Rory take a cab to the train station and come home.” Lorelai said clearly.
“Mom I was told not to leave.” Rory sighed.
“By who?” Lorelai asked.
“Logan’s Dad.”
“Oh so you’re listening to him over me now?” she asked her.
“Mom it’s not like that, I could be in serious trouble and I’m already on probation.”
“Fine stay there.” Lorelai said defeated, “I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” she told her daughter sadly before hanging up the phone.
“Rory?” Logan asked standing up, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her while she started to cry.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Rory woke up to the sun shiny in her eyes. She nudged Logan’s arm off her and walked to the window to look out. It was a beautiful sunny morning but Rory could tell it was going to be a cold one.
“Hey.” said a whisper from the door, Stephanie was waving her over to fallow her.
“Let’s go shopping!” she said excitedly when Rory got to the hall.
“Should we?” Rory asked not thinking it sounded like a good idea.
“I called Barney’s and there going to open early for us.” Stephanie explained, “Go get dress, are car’s going to be in here in a few minutes.”
“Okay.” Rory said heading back into her room she shared with Logan.
“Oh!” Stephanie said, “Don’t tell Logan!”
“Why?” Rory asked her.
“Because he’s Logan.” she said turning around and walking down the long hall.
Twenty minutes later she was standing out side clutching on to Stephanie’s arm as they clung close trying to warm up in the morning’s chilly air. Stephanie had let Rory barrow whatever she wanted in her closet which was practically the size of Bloomingdale’s. She had managed to sneak out without waking Logan, she felt a little guilty.
“There’s our car.” Stephanie said as a black limo pulled up. The driver got out and opened the door for them and Stephanie and herself got in quickly. Rory looked over to see Stephanie popping open a bottle of champagne and pouring two glasses.
“To us!” she said handing Rory a glass and then clinking together the flutes.
Rory drank it not really caring that it was eight thirty in the morning and she hadn’t even had her usual cup of coffee.
“So you cut in line.” Stephanie said to Rory.
“What?” Rory asked finally noticing that this was the first time that herself and Stephanie had been alone together in a year.
“There was a line to Logan and you cut.” Stephanie told her.
“Oh. Do you like-” Rory started finally understanding.
“Oh no. Not me. Logan’s like an annoying little brother who shows me the food in his mouth.” Stephanie began, “But there are a lot of disappointed debutants who are cursing the girl who made them miss their chance with Logan Huntzbeger.”
“Sorry?” Rory didn’t really know what to say.
“Don’t be!” Stephanie exclaimed. “I like who Logan is when he’s with you and I like that your not blond. There really should only be one blond in every group.
“Where here!” Stephanie said excitedly. Rory guessed that was the talk she had just received. The one that said if you ever do something to make him cry all make you cry, talk. Rory thought it went well.
“Don’t you just love Barney’s?” Stephanie asked as a woman unlocked the door to let them into the deserted store.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
“Where’s Rory?” Logan asked coming down the stairs into the kitchen where Colin and Finn were seated at a table eating.
“Problably shopping with Steph.” Colin said his mouth full of Fruity Pebbles.
Logan’s breathing slowed down as realized that Rory hadn’t gotten on a train back to Connecticut like her mother had told her to do the night before.
“Hey I read over the article again this morning and I caught something.” Colin told both Finn and Logan, “Listen to this, ‘Robert Smith who also briefly dated Lorelai Gilmore was caught stealing some fifty year old whisky from the Dean of Admissions during his initial interview for admittance to Yale…’ if I’m not mistaking didn’t Rory and Robert go out like once?” Colin asked.
“Once where she ended up making out with me in the corner.” Logan said.
“How would anyone even know that Robert and Rory went out…” Finn asked not understanding.
“Robert.” Logan said getting it, “Robert is the spy!”
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
A/N- I must end this chapter here because I’m evil. Mwahhhaaa! Robert is the spy! Sort of… Kind of…. One half of anyway. What’s Robert’s last name anyway?
Review! |
|
|
| Gilmore Girls Fic: R/L Say Hello Chapter Two. |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|02:36 pm] |
Title: Say Hello Author: Danielle Pairing/Character: Rory/Logan Rating: PG-13 - R-ish (Starts out mild might get steamier though)
Summary: What if Rory wasn’t the only reporter at the Life and Death Brigade’s meeting?
Spoilers/Warnings: All of season 5.
A/N- Just to set something straight (because I don’t think I articulated it very well) There is a spy. And there is a reporter. Two different people with two different agendas. don’t worry it’ll be explained thoroughly…
xXxXxXxXxXx
Chapter One. All we have to lose.
There wasn’t much that could be said about Stephanie Vanderbilt’s family’s townhouse in Manhattan. Of course the words magnificent, lush, and beautiful were a few words that came to Rory’s mind. Her head was still reeling with how she came to be staying at this hardly humble home. The last six hours had been the strangest of Rory’s life and that was saying something considering the town she grew up in. As soon as Rory and Logan had gotten out of New Haven Logan got a phone call from his father explaining everything. Rory had gotten the jest of it though from the article she snatched from the blond wanting Logan’s autograph.
It’s seems she wasn’t the only reporter at the Life and Death Brigade’s meeting last autumn. But unlike herself the other reporter hadn’t been invited and hadn’t been given the rules.
First, no Pictures. There were so many pictures in this exposé of everyone, Logan, Herself, Colin, Finn, Stephanie, Robert and countless other Life and Death Brigade members. At least the other people in the article didn’t have the misfortune of landing on the cover Rory mused.
Second, no names. Everyone was named. But again Rory registered that at least no one was hit as hard as herself and Logan who seemed to be targeted for god knows what reason.
Third, no physical descriptions of any of us. The pictures and the name naming pretty much abolished any sense of anonym that anyone might have had concerning the naughty things they might have done in the past. Rory could almost here the angry parents in there sitting room picking up the phones to call their lawyers.
Fourth, no identification of our location. Apparently they had left Connecticut and traveled into Southern Vermont.
Fifth. The most important condition of all you must agree not to interfere with the integrity of the event. Rory guessed that by reveling all of the Life and Death Brigades secrets that would count as interfering with the integrity of the event. Rory was interrupted from her train of thought when a loud moan across the room erupted.
“This isn’t happening!” Colin cried, “I’m going to jump!” he said running to the window and trying to unlock the hinge.
“Colin get down.” Logan snapped walking over to him and pulling him off the ledge.
“I never tried to seduce a Kennedy!” Stephanie said outraged still reading over the article.
“Yeah you did.” Finn said pouring himself a drink, “Scotch?” he said asking around the room. Rory and Logan shook there heads but Colin walked over and grabbed Finn’s newly poured drink and drank it in one gulp.
“When?” Stephanie asked.
“Two summers ago in Bali I think he was like Maria Shriver’s second cousin or something.” Finn told her pouring himself another drink.
“He was all over me!” Stephanie fumed.
“Why are they picking on me?” Rory asked, “I’m not even a member of the Life and Death Brigade! I’m a reporter!”
“You didn’t tell her?” Colin asked Logan from the other side of the room looking out the window.
“Tell her what?” Rory asked confused.
“I’m sure I’ve mentioned it…” Logan trailed off.
“Mentioned what?” Rory asked again.
“That little jump you took from a hundred feet up was your initiation.” Stephanie told her now pouring herself a drink.
“What?” Rory asked looking at Logan.
“You’d have to of known.” Logan told her.
“That I was joining a group that I neither wanted or asked to join?”
“You had it.” Colin said through a muffled pillow that he was holding over his head.
“Had what?” she asked him.
“The spark, the breeding, that quality that separates the losers from the winners and we had to jump on you before that elitist ’Order of Regius’ society got to you first.” Colin said putting down the pillow.
“Order of what?” Rory asked him.
“Order of Regius.” Colin said annoyed, “Why aren’t they on the cover of TIME?”
“Because someone doesn’t like me and Rory very much.” Logan said speaking up.
“What?” Rory asked again not really seeing what he meant.
“They throw in there little digs about the rest of the members but their character’s aren’t attacked like yours and mine,” he told her, “Listen to this, ‘Lorelai Leigh Gilmore was presented with a custom made ten-thousand-dollar gown from boyfriend and playboy Logan Huntzberger six months later, they in a not surprising move steal a yacht and are picked up by Connecticut’s finest, coincidence? Doubtful.’ what a load of crap.” Logan said throwing the magazine on one of the many coffee tables in the room.
“That was brilliant by the way.” Finn said speaking up, “Really.” he toasted Rory.
“So what now?” Stephanie asked.
“We wait for the older members to take care of it.” Logan said.
“Which will take how long?” Rory asked.
“A week maybe.” Logan told them.
“What are we suppose to do until then?” Finn asked, “Because I vote for strip anything.” he said looking at Rory and Stephanie not noticing their looks of disgust.
“My dad will call in the next hour and tell us what to do next.” Logan told all of them choosing to ignore Finn’s suggestive comment at his girlfriend.
They were all quite for the time being until Rory had to ask, “Did my dress really cost ten-thousand-dollars?”
xXxXxXxXxXx
A/N I hate the first few chapters of any story because there is so much to cover and you have to set up the rest of the story and it’s a pain in the neck. The story (finally!) picks up in the next chapter (which should be longer) and we’ll find out where the reporter (who is working under an Alias) got all of his dirt (well… part of his dirt because technically there are two spy’s/snitches/scorn lovers) The intrigue!
Review and I’ll post the next chapter sooner! |
|
|
| Gilmore Girls Fic: R/L Say Hello. |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|02:35 pm] |
Title: Say Hello
Author: Danielle
Pairing/Character: Rory/Logan
Rating: PG-13 - R-ish (Starts out mild might get steamier though)
Summary: What if Rory wasn’t the only reporter at the Life and Death Brigade’s meeting?
Spoilers/Warnings: All of season 5 and I’ve read the sides for the first episode of season 6 so yeah… major spoiler ahead (concerning L/L). You’ve been warned. This fiction takes place during the fall (or the beginning of the 6 season)
Prologue.
“I’m not going to lie to you Mitchum it’s bad.” a grey old man with a wheezy voice told the man sitting opposite of him.
“How bad Reese?” than man known as Mitchum asked.
“The cover of TIME.” Reese said showing Mitchum a magazine cover. It had two good looking kids who were about twenty years old on the cover. They were in formal wear, a ball gown and a tuxedo. The girl was clutching the boys hand to her chest as they both smiled to each other. Above the picture it was captioned ’The Rich, the Young , and the Beautiful an Inside Look’
“How did they get this?” Mitchum asked through gritted teeth.
“It’s not exactly North Korea they were spying on Mitch, the girl got in.” Reese said pointing towards the girl in the picture.
“She was invited.” he said quietly, “In all of the years of the Life and Death Brigade no one has ever been outed so publicly”
“This exposé covers Logan’s entire college career. Whoever the mole is they‘re in deep” Reese told Mitchum.
“Why now?” Mitchum asked.
“With the boat incident a few months back and who knows what else it seems like the perfect time to jump.”
“This is going to ruin my son’s life!” Mitchum yelled in frustration, “After this how will he ever be taken seriously?”
“Like I told you Mitch, it’s bad.” Reese said shaking his head.
xxxxx
The next morning all over the country the new newspapers and magazines were being sent out to all of the stores and stands. On her way to her fiancé’s diner for her midday cup of coffee, Lorelai Gilmore walked by the same newsstand that she walked by everyday. But this particular Thursday something caught her eye.
“Oh My God!” Lorelai exclaimed causing the people around her to stare.
xxxxx
“Hey, I can’t talk right now.” Rory Gilmore whispered into her mobile.
“Slaughter any goats recently?” Paris Gellar asked.
“Taken your medication lately?” Rory snapped back.
“I can’t believe you’re famous.” Paris grimaced, “And for something about as stupid as an Hilton sex tape.”
“What?” Rory asked confused.
“Don’t play dumb Gilmore. You only missed like a day from Yale.” She said to her.
“Look I’m in the middle of something can I call you back when you’re not crazy?” Rory asked.
“One cover and you’re already Tom Cruise.” Paris said hanging up.
“Who was that?” Logan asked.
“Paris off her meds.” Rory told him, “Now where were-” she was interrupted by Logan’s ringing mobile.
“Colin.” Logan said answering his phone. Rory laid back down on Logan’s bed.
“Calm down, what are you talking about?” Rory heard Logan ask his voice full of concern. “Colin I don’t understand?” Logan said more forcefully, “What?” Rory watched his face change from concern to shock as he turned his mobile off.
“We have to get out of here.” Logan said standing up and looking for a pair of pants. “Logan,” Rory said,
“What’s going on”
“We just have to get off of campus!” Logan told her, “Get dress”
“Logan?” Rory asked standing up.
“Rory just put your clothes on so we can get out of here.” Rory didn’t say anything as she got dressed but kept shooting concern glances at her boyfriend.
“Ready?” he asked her.
“Yeah.” she said fallowing him out of his room.
They made it about half way to his car when a short girl with blond pigtails walked up to them.
“Autograph?” she asked holding out a magazine to Logan ignoring Rory’s presence.
Logan grabbed the magazine out of the girls hand and stood in shock looking over the cover. Rory looked over his shoulder and caught the headline with her picture plastered on the front.
“Oh My God!” Rory yelled.
xxxxx |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 17th, 2005|04:58 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  bitchy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Holiday" -Greenday | ] |
To Quote a famous teenager: "I asked for a car and I got a computer."
My Life sucks! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 15th, 2005|10:14 am] |
For,
Name: Willow
E-mail: dldevault@rmwc.edu
Character(s) and/or ship(s) you want in your fic: Logan/Veronica or Weevil/Veronica. Possibly Lilly/Weevil or Lilly/Logan undertones. I'd prefer the first two though.
Three requirements: empty picture frames, the vague scent of a fruity body splash, writing on the wall.
Three no-ways: Slash, over the top incest, crazy abusive Logan.
Title: Say Hello, Wave Goodbye.
Author: Danielle
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG
Summary: Logan and Veronica say Goodbye.
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 1. I guess.
Standing at the door of the Pink Flamingo crying in the rain
Here was a kind of so-so love
And I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again
You and I had to be, the standing joke of the year
You were the owner of the lost and found
And not for me, I feel
He was so tired at the end of it all he wasn’t even sure if he was still in love with her anymore. For the past year she had been his life line, his constant, his rock. But after one to many smashed scotch glasses against the wall and a hundred to many I hate you’s it seemed like the end of the line for them. There star crossed and writing on the wall love was finally about to burn out.
Take your hands off me, hey I don't belong to you, you see
Take them in off my face, for the last time
I never knew you, you never knew me
Say hello goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
She wasn’t sure if she was still in love with him anymore. She had just been accepted to NYU and she should have been ecstatic. But once again he had to turn her good news into something about himself. She told them that maybe they should take a break. He told her to get the hell out of his house and proceeded to throw a scotch glass at the wall two feet from her. She told him she hated him.
We try to make it work, you in a cocktail skirt
And me in a suit, but it just wasn't me
You're just a wilderness, and now your life's a mess
So insecure you see I've put up with all the scenes,
This is one scene that started to replace my world
He wasn’t sure if he wanted her back. He decided that he did love her when he went to bed alone that night and could still smell her fruity body splash on the pillow next to his. She always tried to make him better. He always tried to be better when she was around. It was a fruitless effort though, just look at who his parents were.
Take your hands off me, hey I don't belong to you, you see
Take them off in my face, for the last time
I never knew you, you never knew me
Say hello goodbye Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
She wasn’t sure she should be going back to him this time. Since they started dating they had broken up more times then was necessary and had gotten back together more times then were logical. There had been this wall put up between them. Neither of them would talk about it so they just pretended it wasn’t there.
Under the deep red lights,
I can see the make-up sliding down
Well hey little girl you will always make up
So take off that unbecoming frown As for me well,
I'll find someone who's not gonna cheapen sale
Oh a nice little housewife, who'll give me the steady life
And not keep going off the rails
She wasn’t the type of girl he was going to marry, he knew that much for sure. He decided he would love her forever but if he stayed with her any longer he would end up poisoning her against life. He loved her to much to turn her into his mother.
Take your hands off me, hey I don't belong to you, you see
Take them off in my face,
for the last time I never knew you, you never knew me
Say hello goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
She never called him before she left. She tried to but could never work up the courage. Or she thought if she did see him once last time she didn’t honestly think she could leave him. So instead she left him an empty picture frame with the word Sugarpuss written atop the glass in the front seat of his car.
Oh oh oh... Say hello, wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello, wave goodbye Goodbye
They hated each other. They loved each other more. They loved each other so much they let each other go.
Oh oh oh... Say hello, wave goodbye
Say hello and wave goodbye
Say hello, wave goodbye Goodbye |
|
|
| I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings! |
[Jul. 7th, 2005|11:21 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Learning To Fly" -Tom Petty | ] |
Today is my 19th birthday. It sucked. I don't think I have ever had a birthday that didn't suck. I don't feel 19. I really don't. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 4th, 2005|12:44 pm] |
|
He knew she was close by, he could vaguely smell that fruity body splash that she’d wear and that would used to drive him crazy with. It had been four years since the last time he’d seen her. Shortly after his father’s murder trail he moved in with his grandmother in New York. They said they would keep in touch but what was daily e-mails and weekly phone calls turned into weekly emails and monthly calls. Pretty soon he would get an email every six months from her and the phone calls stopped all together. He didn’t blame her it’s not like they were together or anything and it wasn’t like he was staying faithful to whatever they were or had once upon a dysfunctional time. She had as much right as any to move on.
He didn’t know she was going to school in New York and he certainly didn’t know that she was going to his school. He wondered if they had been sharing the same university for 3 years and not even realized it. Although it would make him a lot less crazy and pathetic if it explained all of those time he thought he saw her but when he got close enough to look she’d disappear. Sneaky little blond that girl was. But today was different he didn’t see her first he heard her. He hadn’t even planed on going to the library but his moronic roommate had his bumbling airhead of a girlfriend over and is was more then he could take. He found a place in the stacks when he heard some people talking in the row over.
“Veronica Mars you rock!” A short blond hair guy told her looking ecstatic. As soon as Logan heard her name he jumped up and saw her through the rows of books.
“That I do. I also take cash!” Veronica said holding her hand out. Her hair was longer like it was before she cut it. She was wearing an over sized Columbia t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, her messanger bag from high school and cowboy boots. She looked like she just rolled out of bed and she looked absolutely adorable.
“You saved my life I thought I was going to have to leave New York all together. Thank you!” the guy said. Veronica Mars was up to her old tricks Logan thought with a smile.
“Next time you hire a prostitute make sure you have the money to pay her.” She said to him, “Or at least make sure you could take her pimp.”
“Noted!” He said before putting some crisp bills in her hand.
“Me you can pay.” Veronica said shaking her head.
“I was broke last week I lost all of my money playing strip poker.”
“Somewhere I’m sure your proud mother is just bragging about her son the college student.” Veronica said in mock awe.
“Yeah.” the guy said slightly ashamed, “Um see you around.”
“Bye.” Veronica said. Before heading off in the opposite direction.
He should have called after her right then but found he couldn't. She just kept getting further and further away before he realized he was missing his chance. He lost sight of her in the main enterance but could still sense her around. He caught up to her a half block away.
"Veronica! Hey Veronica." he said to her back.
"Logan?" she asked turning around to face him, she was smiling at him.
"Hey." He said.
"You go to school here?" she asked/.
|
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 21st, 2005|11:51 pm] |
Your Political Profile
|
Overall: 15% Conservative, 85% Liberal
|
Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
|
Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
|
Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
|
Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
|
Defense and Crime: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
|
|
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 20th, 2005|07:45 pm] |
You Are 45% Normal
(Somewhat Normal)
|
While some of your behavior is quite normal...
Other things you do are downright strange
You've got a little of your freak going on
But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself |
|
|
|
| This Is My Life. |
[Jun. 16th, 2005|08:26 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  determined | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Fighter", Christina | ] |
My life is been stuck in neutral for the past 5 years. It needs to change and I want it to.
-I'm going to get a job.
-I'm going to get my GED.
-I'm going to enroll at Las Postias College this fall
-I'm going to move out.
Those are my goals. I plan on keeping them. |
|
|
| My weird ADHD |
[May. 31st, 2005|04:44 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  restless | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Dido | ] |
I think I might have ADHD. I become obsessed with something for about 2 weeks (at most) and then it burns out just as fast as it started. I might need medication for this. It's not just little anymore it's bleeding into my real life. Like when I get a job I usually get bored with it and quit. Oh well. My new obsession is Star Wars RotS and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
I'm off to write some Anakin/Padme fiction! |
|
|
| R/L Future Fic |
[May. 28th, 2005|02:11 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  creative | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Howie Day, Collide | ] |
Collide
Summary- Rory has finally moved on from Logan after he chose his parents money over her. Now she lives in Washington D.C where she works at the White House. There she meets someone who turns her life upside down. But what happens when Logan wants her back?
A/N The only thing I know about working at the White House is what I’ve seen from ‘The West Wing’ :lol: So if I spelled things wrong or whatever tell me please! Oh and I picked Russia because I doubt the US will be going to war with them any time soon.
Chapter One.
Days like this could only ever get worse as far as Rory Gilmore was concern. She over slept, her hot water wasn’t working, she couldn’t find her press badge and her proper clearance for entering the White House and now her favorite coffee place was closed for remodeling. So she had to go to her second favorite coffee place which wasn’t even half as good as her favorite place. This is why she hated Mondays she thought to herself as she answered her cell.
“Hey what’s going on?” she asked her mother who sounded way to chipper for it only being seven in the morning.
“Guess where I’m going next week?” Lorelai said with her usual tease.
“I have no clue.” Rory said handing the Guard at the gate her ID and her bag to be checked.
“Paris!” she said excitedly, “and not Paris, Texas either. Luke is taking me to Paris, France next week for are fifth year anniversary!”
“That’s great. But who’s watching the twins?” Rory asked hoping her mother wasn’t thinking what Rory was thinking.
“Don’t worry Sookie and Jackson are going to watch them.” Lorelai said to her daughter.
“That’s great!” Rory said relieved. She loved her younger siblings to death but she didn’t have the time to watch them right now. “Thanks” she said to the security guard who gave her back her things.
“Mom I have to go can I call you later?” she asked.
“Yeah sure, Love ya.” Lorelai said.
“Love you.” Rory said back.
Rory loved that her mother was so happy. She the one person who really deserved it. Lorelai had Luke who Rory loved dearly, Lorelai also had her four year old twins; Luke and Leia (and you know who they were named after. Lorelai thought it was so funny when she found out she was going to have a boy and a girl and that she was going to name one of them Luke so she really had no other choice but to name the other one Leia) Rory couldn’t be any happier for her mother.
“Look alive Gilmore conference in ten minutes.” Lily Wilcox’s a Times reporter who sat next to her said.
“I thought it wasn’t until twelve.” Rory said putting her things at her desk.
“They moved it up which could only mean one thing.” Lily said looking excited.
“Headline news!” Rory said gabbing her notebook and lucky Monte Blank pen her Grandfather gave to her when she had graduated from Yale.
“I heard someone say we’re bombing Russia.” Katherine Moody said as they walked to the press room.
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Rory said out loud “It is election year.” and they all shared a laugh.
Rory adored working in the White House’s news room. She loved the fast-pace-anything-can-happen-at-anytime-and-you’re-going-to-be-right-in-the-middle-of-it atmosphere. She loved her position (she’s even been on Air Force One a of couple times) and she loved the newspaper she wrote for “The Post”. Her life was so busy she barely had time to sleep let alone a personal life. Although a personal life would be great if she met someone who could understand the hours she worked. But since she yet to meet someone like that she need not worry.
“At exactly 2:13 this morning U.S missiles were launched into the city of Moscow where a group of terrorist leaders who were thought to be responsible for the embassy explosion of last year were hiding. 12 civilians where killed.” Press Secretary Alison Reedley said to the press room, “At this time we will not be taking questions, Thank You.” The usual drone of reporters yelling out questions fallowed as Rory made her way out of the commotion. She never understood why people continue talking if no one was there to answer. Her mother would probably have a few reasons but that was besides the point. She had about two hours of research ahead of her on last years Embassy explosion and she wanted to make her deadline early today.
X
Coffee is what she needed and so coffee is what she got. She also got a donut and she could swear she heard Luke’s groans when she ordered it. She almost made it back to her desk balancing her large coffee, her donut and her very large bag she insisted on bringing with her everywhere in one piece but then there was a reason she hated Monday’s.
“Gilmore, Reedley is looking for you.” a man she had seen before but name she hadn’t ever caught yelled to her.
“Me?” Rory asked surprised.
“Yes. Her office 5 minutes.” he said before walking into a different direction.
Rory turned to do the same but was stopped by something hard in front of her.
“Ouch, Damn!” the hard thing, which was a person said as the hot coffee spilled all over him.
“Oh God I am so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going. I am so sorry.” Rory said as the man stepped back to survey the damage.
“It’s okay, really.” he said finally looking up at her. For a second he just stared at her until he outstretched his hand “Christian Turner,” he said introducing himself “guy you just scalded” Rory took his hand.
“Again I am so sorry,” She said shaking his hand, “Let me go to my desk and find my check book because I’m going to pay for your dry cleaning or Hospital Bills.”
“That won’t be necessary.” he said.
“No. You were just walking by and I’m so clumsy and that guy just told me Reedley wants to see me who I’ve been wanting to meet with for like ever and I hate Monday’s.” she said defeated.
“It’s okay. I’m not really scalded and I never really liked this shirt anyway… um”
“Sorry Gilmore, Rory.” she told him
“Well I never really liked this shirt anyway Gilmore, Rory.” he teased, “So no harm.”
“Okay.” Rory said remembering she had a meeting in two minutes, “Again sorry.”
She turned around feeling like the biggest moron in the world. But right now she had a meeting with the US Press Secretary and couldn’t worry about spilt coffee.
X
“Med School sucks.” Paris Gellar said over the phone to Rory.
“Well you graduate in a month so there you go.” Rory said only half paying attention. It had been a month since the bombing’s of Moscow and since she was given the chance from Reedley to interview the Chief of Staff.
“Hey don’t look at the ‘You know what Paper’ today.” Paris said randomly. The ‘You know what Paper’ was what everybody close to Rory called ‘The Ace World News’, the newspaper Logan Huntzbuger owned and named after her.
“Why?” Rory asked annoyed.
“Just promise me you won’t” Paris said.
“Fine. I never do anyways.” she said. Why did Paris have to bring this up?
“Look I should go that damn professor is staring at me.” Paris said.
“Are you in class?” Rory asked scandalized.
“I’m wearing my head phones!” Paris rationalized, “Talk to you later.”
“See ya.” Rory said clicking off her phone.
“You’ve met Turner’s son?” Lily asked coming up to her desk with wide eyes.
“President Turner son? No.” Rory said.
“Then why is he asking about you?” she accused.
“I have no idea, are you sure he’s talking about me?”
“No,” she said, “but I heard that guy who works for Reedley talking about Christian Turner asking someone about a pretty brunette with the most startling blue eyes he’s ever seen.”
“Wow. With proof like that it’s no wonder you’re a reporter.” Rory teased.
“So you didn’t spill coffee on President Turner’s son about a month ago?” Lily asked.
“No. I spilt coffee on some guy who was not President Turner’s son about a month ago.” Rory told her.
“This guy?” she asked going around her desk and pulling out an edition on ‘The New Yorker’. On the cover was in fact the face of the guy she almost scolded last month. She hadn’t noticed in all of the confusion and the embarrassment of spilling hot coffee on him but he was probably the most handsome guy she had ever seen. He had dark hair and deep brown eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous. Under his picture it captioned ‘American Royalty comes to New York’.
“That’s him” Rory said.
Before Lily had a chance to reply that guy who’s name Rory could never remember came in.
“Gilmore come with me.” he said.
“Okay.” she said shaking her head to Lily and fallowing the guy out. They went to a part of the White House Rory had never been in before.
“Sit here please.” he said leaving her in a waiting room with a assistant sitting at her desk. Her phone rang and she answered it.
“You can go in now.” she told her.
“Okay. Um do you happen to know what this is about?” Rory asked her.
“Sorry.” the woman said shortly before turning back to her work.
“Thanks anyway.” Rory said opening the door to an office.
She was shocked to see Christian Turner sitting behind the desk talking on the phone. He held his finger up and mouthed ‘One minute’ before going back to his conversation. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to think let alone do. Was he still mad about the coffee incident or why else would he want to meet with her.
“Sorry about that, the Law Firm I work for isn’t being to kind with me. But I can see where they’re coming from seeing as I’m taking 5 months off.” he said to her, “Sorry, take a seat please.”
Rory sat in the chair across from him “Sorry but I really don’t know what this is about.” she said to him.
“I’m thinking about taking legal action against you for the injuries I sustained when you burned me.” he said calmly.
Rory’s mouth dropped open and she honestly couldn’t think of anything to say.
“I’m joking.” he said laughing (he really was gorgeous).
“Funny.” Rory said standing up ready to leave.
“I’m sorry.” He said walking over to her, “Really I am.”
“Okay.” Rory said all of a sudden feeling very confused.
“The reason I asked for you to meet me here is because I was wondering if you would like to attend this fund raiser with me on Friday?” he asked her.
“You asked me here to see if I would go out with you?” Rory asked feeling annoyed but a little pleased none the less.
“Yes.” he said putting his hands in his pockets.
“I’m not a Republican.” Rory told him causing him to laugh. She didn’t see the humor in her statement.
“So you’re not going to go out with me because I’m a Republican?” Christian asked her.
“No, I’m not going to go out with you because you’re President Turner’s son.” she said honestly.
“Usually most women want to go out with me because I’m President Turner’s son.” he said back to her honestly.
“Well I’m not like most women.” Rory told him.
“Well I’m not a Republican.” he told her.
“Your father, President Christian Turner is of the Republican Party.” Rory said.
“So I have to do everything my father does?” Christian asked her.
“No but most sons if their Father was the President of the United States of America would take his party.”
“Well I’m not like most sons or most men for that matter.” he told her, “You went to Yale right?”
“Yeah, how did you know.” she asked him.
“I know a lot of things about you Miss Gilmore, like you once stole a yacht.” he said amused.
“Those charges were dropped.” Rory said getting really annoyed.
“In Omnia Paratus right?” he said with a chuckle.
“You were in The Life and Brigade?” Rory asked shocked.
“All of the Turner men were.” he said brightly.
“You know I was never a member I just wrote articles about it.” Rory said.
“And dated the leader.” he said to her.
“I thought The Life and Death Brigade was an anarchist collective?” Rory asked, “No leaders.”
“Right. I forgot.” he said smirking. Rory wondered if every male who graduated from Yale had perfected that cocky smirk. “Well I should be getting back.” Rory told him.
“So I’ll pick you up at Seven?” Christian asked her.
“What?” Rory asked confused.
“Friday. I’ll pick you up at Seven.” he repeated.
“No.” Rory said shaking her head.
“Seven,” he said again, “I bet you look stunning in blue.”
“What?” Rory asked again truly exasperated.
“I can’t wait!” he called out to her as she left.
Rory left his office not knowing what had just happened and didn’t have much time to mule it over because she saw something on his assistant’s desk that made her feel like was going to black out. It was a headline on the ‘You know what Paper’ that read; Logan Huntzbuger Engaged to Ann Chase! No wonder Paris didn’t want her to read it today.
A/N Should I continue? Review! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[May. 26th, 2005|01:26 pm] |
|
Did you make my icon? I admit it I saved this a while ago and forgot who made so if it was you comment here or email me at ElleTell00@aol.com and I'll credit you or take it down or whatever! ;) |
|
|
| Fic: Fall to Pieces (Logan/Veronica) Rated R |
[May. 16th, 2005|08:34 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  weird | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Collide by Howie Day | ] |
Title: Fall to Pieces
Author: Danielle
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 1033
Rating: R
Summary: Veronica and Logan from who's at the door to graduating college.
Spoilers/Warnings: All of Season 1.
I looked away
Then I look back at you
You try to say
The things that you can't undo
If I had my way
I'd never get over you
Today's the day
I pray that we make it through
She was hoping it was him and that more then anything was the only thing that kept him sane. He didn’t know how he got to her apartment and he didn’t remember knocking on her door but he would always remember the look on her face when she answered it. It wasn’t the look he kept playing over and over in his head when he was standing up on that bridge. It was kinder, softer, filled with relief and something else if only he could let him self hope. Before he knew it her arms were wrapped around him and he was holding on to her for dear life.
Make it through the fall
Make it through it all
Laying in her bed her head resting softly on his chest he traced the bruise on her face from her temple to her cheek. He had gotten a similar one when he was nine and spilled ice-cream in his fa-… that man’s… new Benz. It would fade by next week and all physical evidence of what happened to her the night before would be gone. But the trauma and the pain would still be there. He should know. He was the expert in dealing with Aaron Echolls post traumatic inflection.
And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
Cuz I'm in Love With you
It’s going to be just like this she told him. Their summer was bleeding into July and they where laying out by the pool at Veronica’s apartment building. The last two months had been filled with nosy paparazzi and the constant stares of strangers so today was a rarity. Just them alone where they could be quite together. Logan had come to relish in their quite time. There was a little bit of irony in the notion that they had probably talked to everyone about what had happened, but to the two people it mattered the most to they have barley said a word. There was no need.
You're the only one,
I'd be with till the end
When I come undone
You bring me back again
Back under the stars
Back into your arms
Did he really want to stay here she asked him. Of course not. But it was still a shock when she told him that she was applying to school in New York. The truth was he hadn’t been planning on applying anywhere. Oh yeah but that was a fact he forgot to clue her in on. So instead of having unbelievable sex right now he was eating cold pizza by himself in his to big to empty house. He guessed he shouldn’t have called her an ‘uncaring selfish bitch’ but his pride was keeping him from telling her that.
Wanna know who you are
Wanna know where to start
I wanna know what this means
So he was really horny he told himself and also he couldn’t stand for her to be mad at him for more then two days. So of coarse he apologized to her and was now being rewarded for his efforts. He loved that she always let him take the lead when they were in bed. To the outside world it would appear that Veronica Mars wore the pants in their relationship. Which was true. But as soon as their clothes came off she would hand over those symbolic pants to him. They could go like this for hours always resulting in one of them (usually her) falling asleep. When that did happen he would stop, pull her close to him and finally be able to close his eyes without having nightmares of his crazy father dancing around his head. Veronica would joke that she ‘fucked the Aaron Echolls right out of him’ it was his least favorite joke.
Wanna know how you feel
Wanna know what is real
I wanna know everything, everything
He used to love New York when he was kid, but that was probably due to the fact that his mother had made it fun. Now sitting in the apartment he shared with Veronica he was finding the city less fun. Some people would say that Logan Echolls and Veronica Mars had trust issues. Well that was the understatement of the century. He was sure she was screwing that moronic school newspaper editor of theirs and she was most positively certain she saw someone who looked kind of like him coming out of the “Bangers Club”. He was overly possessive of her. He liked to know where she was at all times and who she was with. She was blasé when it came to his schedule leaving him to believe that she didn’t care. She was a Private Detective she’d tell him. She knows where he is at. These sudden fits of jealousy would usually end with them in bed branding each other so badly that if either of them did end up in bed with someone else the bruises would cause the other person to run away screaming.
I'm in love with you
Cuz I’m in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
Marry me. Wasn’t it usually the guy who asked that? They would be graduating from college tomorrow and neither of there families were coming. Veronica’s dad couldn’t make it out because his new wife was about to pop out their first child together and Veronica said she didn’t even know where her mother was. Logan’s father was busy serving out fifty to life and his mother was still dead. So yeah neither of there families were going to see them graduate. Causing Veronica to ask him why they couldn’t be each others family. Marry Me. He said yes.
I'm in love with you
Cuz I’m in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
elletell007's journal
