11.05.2008, 22:00
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Chapter 4
Roryâs and Joshâs eyes met.
Unlike Rory, Josh was pleased to see her again. He stood up and while the other campaign members took their seats, Rory waited for him.
,,Hey, what a coincident to see you again.ââ
,,Yeah Josh, great..ââ
,,So I happened to realize that I, ahm, never asked you about your name?!ââ
,,Oh, ahm, Iâm Rory, and Iâm thirsty and tired. Josh, I am pretty sure we will see each other again, I mean you and your fellas follow Barack as well, thereâs a great chance to meet once again, right?ââ
,,Yes, right, â¦.ââ
Josh, who wasnât sure what to do now, was standing motionless and speechless next to Rory.
,,Hmm good night Josh, Iâm going to my colleagues.ââ
Rory moved on and Josh yelled goodbye after her.
Jane who watched Rory and Josh smiled, after Rory sat down, and meant that it seemed to her as if Josh had a little crush on Rory.
,,What? No Jane, I donât think so, heâs just trying to be nice.ââ
,,Oh Rory, didnât you see it? Heâs running after you and ahm, at the moment heâs starring at you.ââ
Rory, who felt queasy by the idea of Josh gazing at her, tried to avoid looking at him.
,,Jane, I donât want to think about that right now, I just want to drink something and then Iâm going to sleep.ââ
Lying in their beds, Jane tried to pick up the conversation about Josh again.
But Rory already had fallen asleep, she was dreaming of Stars Hollow, about her mum, Taylor, who was trying to invent an alarm system for rushing cyclists and last but not least, about Logan. A Logan, who was taller and had darker hair, than the one, who wanted to marry Rory. The dream wasnât important for Rory, she wouldnât be able to remember it at morning.
The following day, at midday, the campaign bus started its ride to their next aim, Dallas, Texas.
Jane who felt sick, was sitting in the front row of the bus, following an advice of the chief, who had meant that sitting in the front row might help her to overcome the sickness.
Therefor Rory was sitting alone in the backrow, the other members, except Jane, seemed to prefer the front rows, but Rory didnât care much about it, she listened to some music and beholded the countryside, while the bus drove past it.
After a while the bus stopped at a roadhouse, and Rory left, like the other occupants, the bus to go to the toilette.
Fifteen minutes later the bus left the roadhouse and continued its ride.
Meanwhile Rory was trying to open the toilette door. It was impossible to open it. Rory, who was getting nervous, put her best foot forward to stay calmed.
After two minutes of trying she started screaming for help.
,,Hello? Is there somebody?ââ
But there was no answer.
,,Please, I need help! Iâm unable to unlock the toilette door, hello? HELLO?!ââ
She heard a snap and then a manâs voice answered her demand for help.
,,Hello? What happened? Are you in there?ââ
The person knocked on Roryâs door.
,,Thank God, yes, oh Iâm so happy that youâre here. I need help, I canât open the blasted door, it just doesnât work out.ââ
,,No need to worry, Iâll get you out there, just a minute.ââ
The man left and then he asked Rory to leave the door, which wasnât easy for her- the toilette wasnât very big.
Then something crashed against the door, and the bolt broke.
,,Are you ok?ââ
Rory, glad to be out there, said thanks and ran outside to see if the camapign members were waiting for her, but there was no one left.
She couldnât believe it, didnât someone realize that sheâs missing? Jane?
Upset and angry she went back into the roadhouse.
And then she cursed herself. She never asked for a mobile phone number of any of the campaign members, not even Janeâs, how could sheâve been so stupid?
The man who helped her with the toilette, saw Rory and asked her what has happened.
Rory told him her story and his advice was to ask some of the passing car drivers to take her with them. She was anything but not amused about that, but what other choice did she have?
She went outside and sat down at a bank inf ront of the roadhouse.
What a horrible feeling to be forgotten.
About half an hour later a black van stopped at the roadhouse.
The doors opened and Rory couldnât tell how happy she was to see the occupants.
Chapter 4
Roryâs and Joshâs eyes met.
Unlike Rory, Josh was pleased to see her again. He stood up and while the other campaign members took their seats, Rory waited for him.
,,Hey, what a coincident to see you again.ââ
,,Yeah Josh, great..ââ
,,So I happened to realize that I, ahm, never asked you about your name?!ââ
,,Oh, ahm, Iâm Rory, and Iâm thirsty and tired. Josh, I am pretty sure we will see each other again, I mean you and your fellas follow Barack as well, thereâs a great chance to meet once again, right?ââ
,,Yes, right, â¦.ââ
Josh, who wasnât sure what to do now, was standing motionless and speechless next to Rory.
,,Hmm good night Josh, Iâm going to my colleagues.ââ
Rory moved on and Josh yelled goodbye after her.
Jane who watched Rory and Josh smiled, after Rory sat down, and meant that it seemed to her as if Josh had a little crush on Rory.
,,What? No Jane, I donât think so, heâs just trying to be nice.ââ
,,Oh Rory, didnât you see it? Heâs running after you and ahm, at the moment heâs starring at you.ââ
Rory, who felt queasy by the idea of Josh gazing at her, tried to avoid looking at him.
,,Jane, I donât want to think about that right now, I just want to drink something and then Iâm going to sleep.ââ
Lying in their beds, Jane tried to pick up the conversation about Josh again.
But Rory already had fallen asleep, she was dreaming of Stars Hollow, about her mum, Taylor, who was trying to invent an alarm system for rushing cyclists and last but not least, about Logan. A Logan, who was taller and had darker hair, than the one, who wanted to marry Rory. The dream wasnât important for Rory, she wouldnât be able to remember it at morning.
The following day, at midday, the campaign bus started its ride to their next aim, Dallas, Texas.
Jane who felt sick, was sitting in the front row of the bus, following an advice of the chief, who had meant that sitting in the front row might help her to overcome the sickness.
Therefor Rory was sitting alone in the backrow, the other members, except Jane, seemed to prefer the front rows, but Rory didnât care much about it, she listened to some music and beholded the countryside, while the bus drove past it.
After a while the bus stopped at a roadhouse, and Rory left, like the other occupants, the bus to go to the toilette.
Fifteen minutes later the bus left the roadhouse and continued its ride.
Meanwhile Rory was trying to open the toilette door. It was impossible to open it. Rory, who was getting nervous, put her best foot forward to stay calmed.
After two minutes of trying she started screaming for help.
,,Hello? Is there somebody?ââ
But there was no answer.
,,Please, I need help! Iâm unable to unlock the toilette door, hello? HELLO?!ââ
She heard a snap and then a manâs voice answered her demand for help.
,,Hello? What happened? Are you in there?ââ
The person knocked on Roryâs door.
,,Thank God, yes, oh Iâm so happy that youâre here. I need help, I canât open the blasted door, it just doesnât work out.ââ
,,No need to worry, Iâll get you out there, just a minute.ââ
The man left and then he asked Rory to leave the door, which wasnât easy for her- the toilette wasnât very big.
Then something crashed against the door, and the bolt broke.
,,Are you ok?ââ
Rory, glad to be out there, said thanks and ran outside to see if the camapign members were waiting for her, but there was no one left.
She couldnât believe it, didnât someone realize that sheâs missing? Jane?
Upset and angry she went back into the roadhouse.
And then she cursed herself. She never asked for a mobile phone number of any of the campaign members, not even Janeâs, how could sheâve been so stupid?
The man who helped her with the toilette, saw Rory and asked her what has happened.
Rory told him her story and his advice was to ask some of the passing car drivers to take her with them. She was anything but not amused about that, but what other choice did she have?
She went outside and sat down at a bank inf ront of the roadhouse.
What a horrible feeling to be forgotten.
About half an hour later a black van stopped at the roadhouse.
The doors opened and Rory couldnât tell how happy she was to see the occupants.
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