Room 213 - [late evening]
Rory realized how long it had been since she had talked to Paris.
So there she was on her phone.
"What?" snapped Paris.
"Nice to hear your voice, too," Rory replied.
"Oh. Hi. I was doing homework."
"It's summer," Rory pointed out.
"I know," Paris said, "but it's summer and I'm working with Habitat for Humanity and the school for the blind and fifteen other charitable organizations and I don't have time to make with the chitting and chatting so what is up, Gilmore?"
"...I ran communications for a bunch of my friends."
"That's nice."
"Yeah, most people were okay. Everyone'll live. And I finally got some sleep."
"You've become an insomniac now?"
"Um. Not really. Just been having trouble sleeping. And I was really sick earlier this week, too," Rory told her.
"Glad you made a recovery," Paris said distractedly. Rory could hear a pen scratching across paper and was suddenly overwhelmed with how much she missed her friend.
"I miss you, Paris," she said very suddenly, blinking. And then wondered where the hell that had come from.
"...are you high?"
Rory should have expected that. "No. I just...I made up with a friend earlier and I'm trying to let people know how I feel about them," she said honestly, though...surprisingly. "It's been a scary week."
"Okay." The pen stopped scratching, and Paris sounded vaguely concerned. Which, for Paris? Spoke worlds. "Well. We both know that our friendship, as it were, is what it is, right? We're rivals, we compete, and sometimes I get fashion advice."
"Yeah. So, I think I'm going to go." Better get off the phone before something else came out - "I love you, you know."
WTF.
Static on the other end.
Rory fumbled. "As a friend, I mean. Not like in a romantic way. I'm not a lesbian. I just realized I've never told you that I love you and I'm hanging up now."
Paris' voice was heard going, "Did you mistake my phone number for Farm Bo - " before the phone beeped off and Rory stared at it.
[Open for the boyfriend if he wants to assure Rory she's not insane or scary :) ; otherwise no interaction please omg
ETA: Heading a wee bit NWS]
So there she was on her phone.
"What?" snapped Paris.
"Nice to hear your voice, too," Rory replied.
"Oh. Hi. I was doing homework."
"It's summer," Rory pointed out.
"I know," Paris said, "but it's summer and I'm working with Habitat for Humanity and the school for the blind and fifteen other charitable organizations and I don't have time to make with the chitting and chatting so what is up, Gilmore?"
"...I ran communications for a bunch of my friends."
"That's nice."
"Yeah, most people were okay. Everyone'll live. And I finally got some sleep."
"You've become an insomniac now?"
"Um. Not really. Just been having trouble sleeping. And I was really sick earlier this week, too," Rory told her.
"Glad you made a recovery," Paris said distractedly. Rory could hear a pen scratching across paper and was suddenly overwhelmed with how much she missed her friend.
"I miss you, Paris," she said very suddenly, blinking. And then wondered where the hell that had come from.
"...are you high?"
Rory should have expected that. "No. I just...I made up with a friend earlier and I'm trying to let people know how I feel about them," she said honestly, though...surprisingly. "It's been a scary week."
"Okay." The pen stopped scratching, and Paris sounded vaguely concerned. Which, for Paris? Spoke worlds. "Well. We both know that our friendship, as it were, is what it is, right? We're rivals, we compete, and sometimes I get fashion advice."
"Yeah. So, I think I'm going to go." Better get off the phone before something else came out - "I love you, you know."
WTF.
Static on the other end.
Rory fumbled. "As a friend, I mean. Not like in a romantic way. I'm not a lesbian. I just realized I've never told you that I love you and I'm hanging up now."
Paris' voice was heard going, "Did you mistake my phone number for Farm Bo - " before the phone beeped off and Rory stared at it.
[Open for the boyfriend if he wants to assure Rory she's not insane or scary :) ; otherwise no interaction please omg
ETA: Heading a wee bit NWS]