AU STORY! Rory grew up with Lorelai and Christopher as her parents in Hartford. Lorelai you will realize is still just as crazy and quirky. There is no LUKE though there is a Sookie and of course a Dean. Rory is basically a Chiltonite. She and Logan have a very intimate past that will come out slowly. Dean and Rory for like five minutes then it's ROGAN all the way. Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think. This is my first ROGAN fic.

Sun poured in through the east window of her large bedroom and caused her to stir slightly. She groaned from beneath the covers in response. It was too early for Rory Hayden to face the world. She was not what one would call a quote unquote morning person. The sun had finally seemed to given up on it's goal of waking her up when suddenly herself began to ring incessantly. She moaned and then felt around on her night stand for the noisy object. "Hello?" she greeted in a groggy voice. She didn't bother trying to hide the fact that she was sleeping. Whoever was calling her had to have known that she would be sleeping in especially on her birthday of all days.

"Happy birthday sleepyhead," Dean said in an overly cheery voice.

Rory struggled to get up and looked at her digital clock. 7:45. Who called people at 7:45 in the morning? "Thanks Dean…" She made a point to hide the anger in her tone. He knew that she wasn't a morning person and that she been out late last night with the girls.

Dean played dumb to the fact that he had pissed her off. "So what are we doing tonight?"

Rory grabbed her day runner off of her dresser and flipped it to today's date. She smiled when she saw the note that her mother had written. DINNER WITH FAMILY! DON'T BE LATE! OKAY WELL ONLY IF IT'S FASHIONABLE! It was written in metallic purple. No matter where her parents lived they were never really a Hartford couple they were both too quirky. "I have dinner with my family tonight…You could come too." She suggested. She knew though that he wouldn't want to come. They'd tried that once.

"Oh…"

She could sense his hesitation at the offer. Actually she was kind of happy. The last thing she needed was another speech from her grandmother about how she was a Gilmore and that they didn't talk with such…hooligans. She'd tried to explain that he was a regular guy not a hooligan. No degree meant no acceptance though for her family. "Or you could pick me up at 8:45. That way you we can leave unnoticed."

"That sounds great." He answered as he took a left hand turn.

Rory knew that he was going to accept that offer. "Okay 8:45 then?"

"8:45." Dean assured her.

When she finally hung up the phone Rory sighed and tossed both her phone and day runner onto her dresser. It was only 8 she still had a while before anyone would expect anything out of her. Her eyes were heavy and closed and she felt that euphoria that overcomes you just before you fall asleep. Suddenly though someone began to knock on her door. She cursed loudly and continued to lay still. Maybe they would think that she was gone and leave her be. This person though seemed to know her too well and stood there knocking. Finally she heaved herself out of bed. "What kind of jackass wakes a person up at this time of the morning?" she asked loudly as she opened the door. Her attitude changed though when she realized who her visitor was. "Logan!" she exclaimed as she jumped at him. She hugged him tightly.

"Rory still not a morning person I see?" he remarked in that same cocky tone she'd hated in high school.

Gently she punched him on the arm and then pulled him into her room. He started to speak when she stopped him. "Go back to bed Paris!" she yelled. Suddenly a door was slammed shut. She turned his attention back to him. Her face was glowing.

She was pretty as he had remembered her. They'd known each other since they were young. They'd been neighbors since the day they were born. "It's been a long time Ace." A nickname she hated but had been given because of her journalist skills. She was an ace at finding the scoop.

"Well I wasn't the one who went off to Stanford." She countered.

He smiled. She was right. He'd left to escape the social status his last name held. He was unsuccessful though. They knew of his father. They knew of his fortune. Girls there were no different than the ones here. "No you weren't. You did the smart thing. You followed the plan. How's Yale?"

"Followed the plan?" she scoffed. He must be jesting. Unless of course word of her move to Stars Hollow had never reached him. That was possible. Sometimes things did remain a secret of sorts. It was a rare occasion when one did but that was not to say that it didn't happen.

He laughed. "What haven't I heard?"

"I moved away about a year ago to a small town called Stars Hollow. It was dinky and completely boring and I loved it. Mothers called me crazy and doubted themselves for trying to sell me their son's soul. Fathers thought questioned whether or not I was really a socialite at all. Mother called me. Begged me to come back home. Finally I gave in. I did miss our group. I hadn't been to an event in ages though I must say they lost a bit of charm when you left."

"Ace you've done it. You've shocked me. I can't believe you had the nerve to leave." He admitted. Rory had always been that girl who planned everything out. Who made a list and not only stuck to it but checked it twice. "So you weren't cut out to be a townie?"

She laughed at the preposterous word. "Afraid not, but I found that I am cut out to date a townie. It appears even people outside of Hartford know how to read and write. Who'd have thought?" she replied sarcastically. She frowned though when she noticed that something in his eyes changed. It was a brief change but still it was a change.

"What's his name?" he asked trying to mask the hurt. He hadn't wanted Rory to move on. Sure he figured she'd date, but not outside the circle. If she had stayed in the circle then he'd never have to worry. They were all his friends. They would have all moved on when he came back. Everyone knew that they were meant to be.

"Dean Forrester."

Rory Forrester? The name didn't even flow. Not that Rory Huntzberger sounded much better. Still at least his name was a strong and prominent one that demanded respect. "How quaint"

Her brow wrinkled a bit because of the hostility that filled his voice. He sounded almost angry. She thought it best to change the subject. "So what brings you to the east coast on this fine day?"

"I'm appalled Rory. How could you think that I would miss celebrating the big 21 with you?"

She laughed and then hugged him again. "It's good to have you home."

He took in the mango scent of her hair as he hugged her back. It had always been so intoxicating and driven him mad. "Coffee." He said rather randomly.

"That sounds great. Give me ten minutes. I'll make myself somewhat presentable and then we can do breakfast." She agreed.

Upon exiting Rory's room Logan bumped into Paris who had not changed a bit since high school. "If it isn't my dear friend Paris…" he replied as he walked over to where she was standing.

"Hello Logan." She greeted her old friend. "Still chasing her I see."

He was taken a back by the forwardness of her comment. "Chasing who?"

She scoffed at his fake innocence. He knew who she was talking about. Everyone in Hartford knew who she was talking about. "Don't play dumb Logan it doesn't suit you. I guess you're here for this evening's festivities."

He nodded. "Of course I'm here to celebrate her big day. It'll also be fun to see the old gang. They'll all be in attendance won't they?"

"Of course everyone is going to be there. Every lush we went to school with. Rory's quite popular." Paris replied as she briskly moved around

Logan laughed at Paris. Only she would call her best friends lushes. He turned around to see that Rory was already dressed. She'd more than likely just thrown something on but God was she still beautiful. He grinned at her.

"What?" she asked suddenly feeling self concious because of the way he was staring.

"I don't know how you do it..." he admitted as he moved towards her. He linked arms with her and smiled. It was good to be here...with her.

After the two had left the room and the door had shut Paris couldn't help but scoff. At least now Plumber boy wouldn't be showing up and calling all the time. He just wasn't a suitable match for someone as sophisticated as Rory. Logan would be good for her. She'd be good for Logan. And Paris wouldn't have to worry about Rory moping about her lack of interest in Dean. Everyone won out.

A/N: There will be much more discussion of their past together in the next chapter. It gives you a better sense of how they got to where they are in this chapter. Thanks for reading.

The best kind of love is...complicated.