What If I Said Yes!

7

I lay in my bed for the fifth day in a role. Maybe karma was killing me for what I had done to Logan. Or maybe pneumonia. I had gone through seven boxes of tissues, seventeen horribly cheesy rom-coms, and several glances at the scarf I kept on my doorknob. Logan my man, the man who wanted me only for Lorelai Gilmore to rear her ugly head and steer the thousandth man away who wanted just one thing; to be close. Just then the phone rang.

R= Jarod what do I have to tell you I have the absolute worst sickness of the century, the scarlet fever, cholera, THE BUBONIC PLAGUE?

F= Calm down love, I'm just letting ya know I'm getting the whole crew and some others together for a party at mine next week. Thought we might as well have some fun after the reunion.

God I forgot that stupid reunion. Who wants to see their old Yale mates anyways!

F= Hello?

R= Yeah Ill be there send me the address.

F= Black Maple and gotta say, the bossiness suits you babe.

I hung up the phone and indulged myself in yet another hundred or so of Jack and Jane...so close....yet so far.