Rory woke Sunday morning, and after surveying the dismal, drizzling, overcast world outside her window, decided to stay in for breakfast ( Read more... )

Rory was slouched on the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her with the ankles crossed.

She flipped through the channels on the TV, finally settling on Wendy the Werewolf Stalker.

She looked over towards the kitchen, into which Logan had disappeared a few minutes prior.

"Logan? Do you need any help?" she called.

Rory blinks drowsily at the harsh morning light spilling through her window.

Must get better curtains, she thinks before snuggling closer to Logan and burying her head in the crook of his neck.

After dealing with the fun and awkward situations at Luke's, Rory came into her room and flopped onto her bed with her iPod.

Holy. Crap. That woman is...frustrating. No wonder Mom knows all sixteen ways to get out of Emily and Richard's house.

After they had snuck into Logan's house, ensured that Trina was, in fact, squared away safely for the night, and did things that no reader of this update really needs to know about (dirty!), Rory and Logan lay in bed, sleeping.

Well. Logan slept. Rory stared at the ceiling.

She glanced over at him. Aw. He's so damn cute when he's sleeping. ( Read more... )

Rory leads the way into the room, still holding Logan by one hand and cradling Vladdie in her opposite arm.

She sets the puppy down in his corner, and goes to get a snack for him.

"Want anything?" she asks Logan, pulling a baby bottle of cow's blood out of the mini-fridge.

Rory curls up on her bed with her laptop and her journal, glancing through emails before writing longhand.

She reads through the senders of the messages.

Dean Forrester...Paris Geller...Lorelai Gilmore-Danes...Christopher HaydenWithout a second thought, she deletes the last one, and picks up her journal...and immediately sets it down. She just ( Read more... )

When Rory opens her eyes again, she's still in the clinic. She blinks once in confusion, and then remembers the previous night...the pain in her head (which had subsided significantly) and those beautiful, beautiful pills the nice skeleton had given her ( Read more... )