Disclaimer: I don't know own Gilmore Girls or any of the characters in this fic. All belongs to Amy Sherman Palladino and anyone who works on the show.

This story centers around Rory and Logan, they're the main couple.

Chapter 1: The Way I Feel

(Rory's POV)

It was monday and finally she finished her article on the Life and Death Brigade and she was ready to give it to Doyle. She was proud of her article, she got the inside scoop, she felt the thrill of being a part of a secret society and it felt great. She loved being challenged and that was something that Logan made her do. It was hard to ignore him or to refuse something when he was looking at her, just that smirk. She just wished she could brush it right off his face because for some reason it made her feel weird like nobody had ever done to her before.

Also being with people from high society wasn't as bad as her mother always said. Even though some where acting arrogant, most of them were friendly or drunk. They treated her like she was one of them. She felt at home and she wouldn't mind being apart of it.

Then it suddenly hit her, what was she thinking? Logan made her feel uncomfortable? He challenged her like nobody else could? Being a part of the high society which Dean hated and never would approve of? Why was she thinking like this? She was with Dean, she didn't go through all the trouble with Dean and his marriage, just leave him after a few months of dating just to be in the high society or with Logan. No, she couldn't, she had her first love back and she didn't want to let him go. Or at least that's what she tried to convince herself of at that moment.

Rory then noticed the digital camera on her desk and she flipped through some photo's on the camera which showed how she, together with Logan jumped off the scaffolds. It felt amazing! She smiled at the pictures as she remembered her article and she walked out of her room to the Yale News room.

After a few minutes of walking she entered the Yale News room, completely empty. Not even a fly was buzzing through the room. As she looked around the room, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped by the sudden touch. She turned around and saw it was just Doyle standing behind her.

"Oh it's just you!" Rory exclaimed as she realised who it was.

"Well it's good to see you too Gilmore!" Doyle snapped at her and walked over to his desk. "So what do you want?"

"I'm sorry Doyle, but I'm here to give you my article on the Life and Death Brigade," Rory informed him. "I finished it a few minutes ago and decided to give it to you."

"Good," Doyle told her as he took the floppy out of her hand and put it in his computer and checked the story. A silence filled the room for a few minutes as Doyle read her article. Rory in the meantime impatiently waited for him to finish reading.

After a few minutes, Doyle had read the article and leaned back in his chair, still looking at the screen. Confused, Rory wondered if something was wrong, he wasn't saying anything and kept looking at the story on the computer screen.

"Do you like it?" Rory asked him to break the awkward silence.

"No," he stated firmly which shocked Rory. How come he didn't like it? She had spent hours on it just to have it the way she liked it and she jumped off a scaffold just to write this story and all of this was put in the story. How can he not like it?

"What? What's wrong with it?" Rory asked him defensively. "I worked my ass off for this article!"

"Calm down Gilmore, you have to let me finish," Doyle told Rory. "I think it's fantastic! One of your best stories so far! One hell of a scoop!"

"Wow, thanks Doyle!" Rory replied. "I'm sorry for the earlier outburst but I did use the word ass. Do you see how much I learned from you?"

"Wow subtle sucking up, Gilmore! You're starting to learn it!" Doyle grinned as he left the room with Rory's floppy and left a satisfied Rory behind at his desk.

Proudly she walks back to her dorm when suddenly her phone starts to ring. Without checking the ID-caller, she picks up the phone.

"Hello?" she says happily.

"Hello Rory, it's your grandmother," Emily said over the phone.

"Hi grandma!" Rory said a bit shocked. Her grandmother never called her and when she did it was always to confirm the fact if she did come to diner or not. "So what's the reason you're calling, grandma?"

"Well your grandfather and I wanted to ask you something, oh yes he is also here in the room. Wait a minute, I'll put you on the speaker," Emily told her granddaughter.

"Hello Rory," her grandfather then told her.

"Hi grandpa. So what's this thing you wanted to ask me?" Rory said intrigued by the real reason why her grandparents called her.

"Well this friday we are having our annual Yale Alumni event at our house. We forgot to tell you this at diner last friday but we are here to say that you don't have to come for diner this week," Emily explained.

"Okay, I'll tell mom," Rory told her grandmother.

"Well we were considering if you might want to join us. Since you are going to Yale and you could meet new people and some of our close friends!" Richard exclaimed.

"Yes I would love that," Emily added. "And this way we don't have to miss you this week."

"Sounds like fun," Rory replied. "What should I wear? Do I need some fancy dress?"

"Just pick out a cute dress and it will be fine," Emily told her.

"And bring that pretty face of yours with you!" Richard added. "Until Friday. We'll see you here at six!"

"Well the face comes with the package! See you then!" Rory said as she hung up and walked back to her dorm.

Ready for anything!