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By: Rory Larson
Rory stared nonchalantly out of her grandfathers study window. Watching as a number limos protruded into the massive parking area.
Numbers and numbers of 'Yale Males' strutted through the Gilmore residence, searching in vain for the hidden Heiress, Loralei Gilmore the third. Formally known as Rory, or to one inpaticular, Ace.
She smiled in memory of her adventure with the Huntzberger Heir, Logan Huntzberger, and his friends, Stephanie, Collin, and the 'exotic' Finn. The Life and Death Brigade was a turning point in her life. She started to see the world with a new perspective, life was to be lived, not suffacated till actual Death.
"Rory," The elegant voice of her grandmother, Emily Gilmore, called out to her through the beautifully pollished door, "There are guests waiting to see the Gilmore Princess."
Rory sighed, but rose from the comfortable leather office chair she was lounging on, and made her way towards the door, "I'm coming, Grandma."
Before Rory had reached the door, Emily slid gracefully throught the small opening, "Here, I brought you down some jewelry, those earings that I lent you won't simply be enough."
"Oh but Grandma, I could lose something of importance-" Rory started in an already defeated tone.
"None sense. You will look absolutely stunning for our guests." Emily slid out a beautiful tiara, with a very simple design of diamonds, that just happened to match with the earings and the necklace she was adorned with, "There you are."
Emily smiled beautifully, her eyes shining with pride as she told Rory, "You look like a princess."
"Thanks Grandma."
Emily only nodded, "Well, now that you have the proper jewelry on. Let's go greet some of the Yale Alumni."
Rory smiled as happily as she could, considering she was no where near Dean Forester, her boyfriend, at the time.
As Emily and Rory walked out of the door, Richard was walking by, "Ah! Rory! You look positively royal."
"Oh well, that might be because of the crown-" Richard smiled knowingly at Rory as Emily once again interupted Rory.
"Everyone! This is our grand daughter Rory! Isn't she lovely?" Rory blushed as it seemed everyone in the room that was forty and over, 'aaawed' at her.
"It's nice to meet you all." Rory nodded as she then was ushered through the ajoining rooms, gettting introduced to a massive amount of snobby rich kids that attended Yale with Rory.
She smiled at nodded if someone spoke to her, but when no one was paying even the slightest attention to her, she spaced out, staring at the wall, or a very expensive knick knack that her grandma had picked up while on one of her famous shopping escapades.
As she stood in a group of boys who were more interested in how fast their cars could go, she decided to sneak out of the room and call her mother, and inform her of what was happening.
8
A half an hour dragged on as Rory socialized with all the men at 'her' party, as she was standing alone for the first time since she was in the study, a man walked up to her.
Rory looked at him questionally, "Your grandparents sent me over to keep you company," She gave him a look as if to tell him, 'ooooooh,' but he added on, "Apparently we're meant for each other."
"Oh, well how conveinant." She smiled and tried to look around for help, but no one seemed to be coming to her rescue.
"Wait, how old are you?" He asked cautiously.
"Me?" She asked, "Well, I'm almost twenty."
He smiled, "Okay, Just Checking. Making sure everythings legal and all. Umm . . Hey, would you like something to drink?"
"Oh um . . No thanks?"
"Why? You get a little wild when you have a little too much?"
Rory smiled her acting smile, "Well you've figgured me out."
"Well I'd like to see that-"
"Rory!" A familiar voice called out to her, she inwardly sighed, "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you! I'm sorry I'm late. I hope your not mad! Your not mad, are you? Who's this?" He looked to the guy, "Hi! Logan Huntzberger! Nice to meet you!"
Logan shook the hand of the strange man in front of them, "Thanks for keeping my girl busy, cause if you hadn't, then she would've noticed that I was late and that would be bad, very very bad."
The guy looked confused, "Wait, she's your girlfriend?"
"Just going on a year and a Half," Logan told him as Rory put her head on his shoulder and, grabbed his hand that was hanging loosely on her shoulder.
She smiled sweetly at the guy as she walked away mumbling, "Thank you so much, Logan! I owe you big time!"
"No problem, Ace. It looked like you were cornered."
"I was. So what are you doing here?"
"Well . . . You grandparents invited me, and your grandma has excelent taste in food, exquisite really. That, and my parents forced me. Though they woudn't have had to. If I knew you were here"
Rory blushed a little, but sarcastically told him, "That's so sweet, Logan."
"Rory?" Rory turned around to see her grandfather, "Oh, Hi Grandpa, This is-"
"Logan! It's so nice to see you. How are your parents?"
"They're doing great! They're around here somewhere, Mom's obsessed with Emily's new drapes."
"Yes, Emily has wonderful taste when it comes to shopping," Richard to turned to Rory, "Since I see your in safe hands, I'll leave you two to chat." Richard told her, then winked at Logan and left.
In that process, Rory tried to resist the laugh that was in the back of her throat, "Safe Hands? You sunk your father's yacht, from what I was told."
Logan smiled playfully and advanced toward her, "I know what you mean. Considering your not so safe from my hands," he stopped when she rolled her eyes, "Okay, lesson number one about these type of parties, form a sub party."
Rory nodded listening carefully for the next words to come out but all Logan grabbed some bottles of the Champagne and called out, "FINN! FINN!"
"Finn's here?"
Finn walked out, "The party getting started?"
"Yeah, go get everyone into the pool house, then we can Party."
"I'm on it."
Rory rolled her eyes and follow Logan out to her grandparents pool house, "So what exactly do we do in these sub parties?"
"Drink and be merry."
"That's it?"
"That's it, Ace."
She sighed and grabbed Logan's hand, "Come with me, we need to go and get a few neccesities, and I do not need to be roped into another long conversation about cars. So you are now my lovely boyfriend for the time being, got it?"
Logan laughed, "Got it. What are we going to go get anyways?"
"Some things in my room."
"You live with your grandparents?"
"Um, no. I just have a room. Why do you care anyways. Let's just go and get that stuff."
"Gotcha."
They were walking through the room when she decided on another plan, "How about you go the other way, and I go this way, that way if I get cornered, You can save me?"
"What ever shoot's your hoop." He walked the opposite direction, and her grandparents noticed that she was alone and sent a young man after her.
Logan noticed right away, but decided to wait until they had gotten into a conversation.
When that happened, Logan made his way over to Rory, "Rory! There you are! I've been looking every where for you!"
Rory turned and saw her 'boyfriend' and smiled, "Logan, Where have you been?"
The boy looked at two, but when Logan came and wrapped his arm around her waist he asked, "Are you guys . . . "
Rory and Logan acted like they couldn't hear the guy, they looked into each other's eyes 'lovingly,' and then Logan dipped his head down and kissed her.
Rory closed her eyes and kissed him back, just as fiery as he was kissing her, "I'll just leave then."
Logan pulled away, a twinkle in his eyes, "That was fun, wasn't it Ace?" Rory rolled her eyes and pulled him upstairs.
8
Once they were in Rory's room, Logan sat down on her bed as she searched around, "I stayed here the other day, and I left some CDs and movies here."
She looked back at Logan, who smiled, "Perfect."
"Aha!" She pulled out from the closet and it held an old backpack, "My Entertainment collection." She grinned and handed it over to Logan.
"Why do I have to carry this?" Logan asked, "It's your stuff."
Rory laughed, "Because, Honey, you're the man."
"That doesn't justify me carrying your duffle bag."
"Oh yes, It does." Rory smiled sweetly, patting his blonde head. She then grabbed his hand and drug him all the way into the pool house, "We have music and movies!"
All the young men cheered at Rory's information. Rory let go of Logan's hand and went over to the CD player and put a mix in. She turned around and laughed, "I never thought I would find this fun."
"You know, Ace, the least expected are the most fun things to deal with in life." Logan told her matter-of-factly.
Rory looked impressed, "Wise words for someone with with such a low level of maturity." All the men seemed to ring out the words burn at the same time.
Colin laughed, "She's got a point there, Huntz." Logan rolled his eyes as he turned just in time to see Finn making a fool of himself.
Rory sat down on the couch inbetween Logan and Finn. Finn looked to her with dazed and confused eyes, "Have I met you before?"
"Many times, Finn."
"Oh well, then nice to see you again." He paused stared at her for a moment and opened his mouth, "Spank me?"
"I think the hangover tomorrow morning will be enough punishment." Rory said while laughing.
"Love, You havn't had enough to drink." Rory rolled her eyes and leaned towards Logan.
"Is he always like this?"
"Usually worse." Rory seemed to find this even more funny.
"I'd like to see that."
"Oh, I bet you'd like to see a lot of things in this room." Logan said, "Including me."
"Arn't we the cocky one?"
"I just know any woman in their right mind couldn't possibly resist my blonde hair, puppy dog eyes, and playboy attitude."
"Well, I think you just met her."
Logan leaned in towards her, nearly two inches away from her face, "Are you sure about that."
"Not entirely." She whispered.
Logan closed the gap and kissed her so gently it felt like a feather upon her lips. When he pulled away Rory's eyes were still closed and she looked dazed, "That's what I thought."
Little did they know that Dean Forester was searching for Rory and looked into the pool house just as Logan shared the feathery kiss. Not looking very happy with what he saw.
A/N: Well obviously he's not going to be to happy. His girlfriend is locking lips with another man. gasp Oh the Drama! Anyways, Lots of Reviews would be nice. By the way, this is a ROGAN!