New fanfic because I'm crazy

Ok, so it goes like this. At the moment I’m writing 3 fanfics. Two of them are multi-chapter, no end in sight, kind of stories. The third one is just something I write when I need to relax or have a cute idea, so updates are rare. This takes up a lot of my time because I’m an obsessive editor and everything needs to be written and rewritten until I’m satisfied which takes quite a while. But last night I was bored and felt like writing but not the ones I should be writing new chapters for so I started a little one-shot, which I finished in about half an hour(but didn’t post because I basically sucks but I just wanted to write it). As I was writing this a few scenes popped in my head and decided to write them down as well(maybe not quite scenes but mostly bits and pieces of dialogue), thinking I could find some place to get them in at some point in one of the previous fics. But they have their own mind and with them came a new story, which is basically different then the others, a bit darker and definitely more NG-17 at times. Oh, wait, did I mention that this story is at the moment mostly in my head? I wrote the first two chapters and I’m in the middle of the third because it keeps bugging me(really, I need a life) and again, there’s no end in sight and furthermore I have no freaking clue on how I could ever end it but the first 10, maybe 15 chapters are pretty much lined up in my head and waiting to be written. Great. Just what I needed. Seriously, my ADD will drive me crazy someday. But I’ll see how the writing goes and decide if I’ll post it or not. ‘Till then I have to get new chapters out before someone comes after me with a baseball bat. And because I’m in the mood for a little shameless plugging go check my fics there -> http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1302984

Oh, and here’s the one-shot ‘cause I don’t want to post it on fanfiction yet but if I let in my computer I’ll forget all about it’s existence and I might want to post it someday so why not share it here as well. It’s Gilmore Girls(duh), short, sweet and Literati(because I am incapable of writing anything else).

It is

I never could have found the words to describe it. What we were…it was different. It was nothing like the movies say it should be, or like the books proclaim it is. It wasn’t butterflies in my stomach or hearts doing cartwheels. It wasn’t romantic candlelight dinners or long walks on the beach. It wasn’t ordinary and it wasn’t anywhere near pure. It was fire, longing, burning, madness, lust, breaking but more then anything else it was love. It was dancing on the inside and Frank at the Sands and maybe even the three stooges masks. It was never much. It was love.

“Wat’cha thinking about, Ace?”

This wasn’t it. This should have never been. I just wish I had figured it out sooner.

“I’m tired, Logan…”

“Then go to bed.”

“I’m tired of us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I can’t do this anymore…I’m sorry.”

I get out of bed and start throwing clothes into a bag, while he watches me, surprised and annoyed. It is me leaving.

“You’re serious?”

“We were never meant to be. I’m sorry if I’m hurting you but I can’t waste anymore time.”

“But…I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

It is me standing in the door and waving sadly goodbye to the cozy life I had next to the blond man still looking at me in disbelief. It is opened doors and breathing freely for the first time in forever. It is me driving as fast as the speed limit allows me to get to him. It is me, standing with a bag in my hand in front of his door. It is hope that it’s not too late. It is me, knocking and praying that there’s still a chance. It is his face and crooked smile and tired expression. It is the lack of surprise on his features, it is the fact that he always knew what I had just figured out, that we were it for each other.

“What are you doing here, Ror?” It is that syllable that I hated in any other voice then his.

“I miss you.”

“Come in…”

It is a door shutting behind us and hope and unsaid promises.

It is right. It is love.