1 - Brain Cramp Kind Of Day
It had been a long day for Rory, who let out a long yawn while stretching the knots in her shoulders from being hunched over her laptop for the last couple of hours. She glanced out her apartment window to find that it was already dark outside, which in turn caused her to quickly check the time on her watch.
"Damn, it's almost eight thirty and I'm only half done," she muttered to herself. Rory had spent nearly four hours of writing this article and it was proving to be a particularly stubborn piece to flesh out.
Deciding that maybe a coffee break would help regain her focus, Rory hit the save button then rose up from her chair to head into the kitchen. A brief moment of panic gripped Rory when her hand grasped the coffee canister from the countertop, its lightness immediately telling the journalist that it was empty. She'd have to head out to grab some from the convenience store down the street, or Rory would never be able to look her mother in the eye ever again. A Gilmore girl forgetting to buy herself coffee? Such a travesty!
With this thought in mind, Rory rushed out the door then down the stairwell and into the street towards the neighbourhood convenience store. It didn't take her much time to reach Park's Family Convenience since it was barely two blocks from her apartment building.
"Hey, Myung," she greeted upon entering the store, a warm smile directed at the teenage cashier behind the counter.
"Hey, Rory," the high schooler returned with a knowing expression. "Ran out of coffee again, didn't you?"
"Yeah, you know how it is when I'm writing," shrugged the sheepish journalist on her way down the necessary aisle.
"For someone who claims to be addicted to the stuff, you sure forget to restock it a lot," commented an obviously amused Myung from her station.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Rory retorted with a chuckle. After grabbing her prize from its shelf, she decided that some ice cream was in order as well and made a detour to the freezers where it was located. As the youngest Gilmore passed by one of the aisles on the way to purchase her items, Rory caught sight of a vaguely familiar figure in the corner of her eye. When she turned her head for a better look though, they had already turned the corner out of sight. The reporter shrugged it off as her mind playing tricks on her before continuing towards the cash register.
"That'll be $12.98, Rory," the cashier stated after ringing them through.
"Is debit, okay?" Rory inquired, her card held up for Myung to see.
"Machine's down 'til tomorrow morning," the teen apologized. "Cash only. Sorry."
"Just add that to my stuff, I'll pay for it," stated a voice that the journalist hadn't heard since her senior year at Yale.
"Are you sure, sir?" Myung frowned up at the man in line behind Rory.
"If it's alright with Rory, then, yeah, I'm sure," he confirmed.
The teen glanced at the now shell shocked journalist with concern. "Uh, Rory?"
"Um, w...what?" Rory stammered, caught completely off guard by this development.
"Are you okay with this?"
"Um, yeah, sure," she nodded to the teen before turning to face her unexpected rescuer. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Right back at you," the tall, dark haired man returned, now somewhat shy and awkward in his demeanor. He placed his own purchases on the counter, a rueful smile on his lips. "I've got this. No worries."
"Thanks," Rory glanced up to meet his brown eyed gaze. Huh, there are flecks of green in his eyes. How did I never notice that before?
"I hate to break up this touching reunion, but we close in ten minutes and I still have homework to do tonight," interrupted the teenager, which made both customers to break their staring contest.
"Yeah, sorry about that," the journalist heard her former college friend say, wondering if he was blushing as hard as Rory was now. "How much?"
"That'll be $19.49, please," the cashier answered.
"Keep the change," he said to the teenager, holding out one of two bags towards Rory. "Here, these are yours, I believe."
"Thanks," she answered again, the numbly repeated words making the award winning journalist feel like anything but that.
"Well, I'll see you around, Rory," the tall, once awkwardly lanky man stated before all but rushing out the door.
"So, he was cute," the teen behind the counter commented with a smirk. "Sort of has a John Mayer kind of look to him, don't you think?"
"That he does," agreed Rory, still rooted in her place.
"Shouldn't you go after him?" Myung urged. "You know, if only to find out how you're going to pay him back for his generosity."
"I probably should," she agreed again while heading towards the exit.
"Happy hunting," the high schooler called out, clearly enjoying the show.
Once she got out onto the street, Rory briefly lost sight of her target before a knock on the glass behind her caught the reporter's attention. There in the window was a wildly gesturing Myung, a gleeful expression on her cherubic face as the young Korean girl pointed to the left. With a roll of her azure eyes, Rory rushed in the indicated direction as fast as her feet could carry her. Without actually outright breaking into a run, of course.
It didn't take her long to catch up to her quarry, his casual stride telling Rory that he believed that he'd already made his escape.
After calling out his name two or three times to no avail, Rory shouted the only thing she knew would definitely get her fellow Yale alumni's attention.
"Hey, Naked Guy!"
Seeing that what she'd shouted had its desired affect, Rory easily caught up to her now still standing target.
"Please tell me that you did not just shout that at me on a crowded street," Marty complained when she'd finally reached him.
"Well, you shouldn't have been ignoring me when I was calling your name, you big jerk," retorted Rory with an admittedly weak punch to his arm.
"I wasn't ignoring you," he denied, only to wilt under her scrutiny. "Fine, I was ignoring you," Marty sighed in defeat. "But given how our last meeting went, can you really blame me?"
"No, I guess not," she conceded, the memory of that awful dinner four years earlier causing her to cringe. "But, hey, that's all in the past now, right?"
"I guess so," he shrugged, though his expression told her that this wasn't quite true. Seeming to sense that Rory was onto him, Marty let out another defeated sigh then elaborated. "That was a real crappy night for me, so I really don't like talking about it."
"Duly noted," an understanding Rory nodded. It wasn't exactly one of her favourite memories either, to be perfectly honest. "So, where you headed?"
"Just home," answered her old college friend. "About four blocks that way."
She quirked an eyebrow at that. "Quite a ways for two chocolate bars and a bottle of Gatorade, isn't it?"
"Still inquisitive as ever, I see," Marty joked in his trademark deadpan fashion.
"Well, I always said I wanted to become a journalist after all," Rory reminded him.
"And I bet whichever paper hired you is lucky to have you," he complimented with sincerity. "But I really do need to go. Andy's probably wondering what's taking me so long."
"Is that your roommate?" she asked, curious.
"In a manner of speaking," the taller of the two answered, somewhat evasive. Before Rory could delve any deeper though, Marty changed the subject. "Are you going to be alright walking home by yourself?"
"I'll grab a taxi," Rory casually waved off his concern, despite being touched by the display. When he frowned at her with an unconvinced expression, she couldn't help but roll her eyes in mock frustration. "I'll be fine, Marty. Go home to your roommate!"
"If you say so," he agreed while walking away. "Good night."
"Good night," she parroted.
It wasn't only until she lost sight of him that Rory remembered that she had no actual cash her. Not to mention the fact she'd completely forgotten to get Marty's contact information, too.
"Ah, damn it," Rory lamented heavenward. It is a really good thing I live in a decent neighbourhood.
Okay, so I'm back writing fanfics. Who'd have thought that would happen? Certainly not me, to be honest. Anyway, if this story seems familiar, that's because I wrote it before but erased it when I decided to stop doing the whole fanfic thing. And when I say erased, I mean that I eradicated its entire existence. I kind of regret that now, especially after watching the debacle that Rory's life has become thanks to the revival. So I'm rewriting Kismet from memory here, thus I need you, gentle readers, to be patient with me.
Thanks for reading and please feel free to leave a review! See you next update, my friends.