This is a new Rogan Story. It is also my very, very first fan-fiction so it will probably suck. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter. It's not very eventful but I think it explains things a little.

Full Story Summary : Logan and Rory met when they were young, they were great friends but seperated at a young age due to Lorlei not wanting to be apart of the social scene. In this story they go through challenges and through times where everything is perfect. Eventually they will be together, a Rogan.

Disclaimer : Unfortunatley I own nothing.

Chapter One

To Yale With You.

"I'm really gonna miss you Gilmore." Paris hugged Rory once she put her last box into the back of her car.

"I'm gonna miss you to Paris, even though we had our ups and downs, you're a great friend and I'm definitely going to miss all those crazy things you do!" Tears started in the brunette's eyes as she watched tears fall down the cheeks of her friend.

"But one thing I'm not going to miss is your crazy coffee addiction; it's going to kill you one day!"

"How dare you insult coffee, it's my life source. And besides, if it was going to kill me it would have already, I've been drinking it since I was five!" Rory pretended to be horrified.

"Rory, before you leave for Yale, tell me one thing. Why are you actually leaving Harvard? Don't say it's because you want to be closer to your mum and dad or that it's not what you expected because as true as that all is, something else is bothering you. This was your dream for so long, your's and Tristan's."

"That's just it." Rory didn't like this conversation and wanted out of it as quickly as possibly.

"What's just it? Rory, I'm not gonna let you leave until I know the answer." Paris was now concerned, Rory told her everything, right?

"Fine. Tristan. I'm leaving Harvard as well as for what Tristan did, well, we broke up. It's a dumb story and I don't really want to go into detail so I think I might get going now." She wanted to get in the car and drive off before Paris could do or say anything but as she went to open the car Paris stood in her way.

"Come on, Paris please let me get in." Tears started in her eyes again.

"No, we are going to talk about this. Rory I care about you, and I want to be able to help you, please. Let me help."

"Ok. Well as you said I'm leaving because I want to be closer to my mum and dad and because it's not what I expected. Well up until Thursday, they were my only reasons, but then on Tuesday, before Thursday, I rang Tristan at like 9 o'clock to say hi because we hadn't spoken for a while and when I rang a girl picked up the phone and was talking to someone before putting her attention on the phone when I heard someone saying, 'Come back to bed, don't worry about who is on the phone.'. And well, the voice, funnily enough was Tristan's. I can't believe I thought that after all this time he was over all that stuff." She broke into sobs, it hurt too much.

"My god Rory why didn't you tell me? I would have gone and kicked that bastard's ass. I am so sorry." She put her arm around her for comfort. "Hold on. You said that happened on Tuesday, what happened on Thursday?"

"Oh, well I hung up before he could even ask who was on the phone so then on Thursday I confronted him about it all, over the phone yeah I know lame but still, I didn't want to go all the way to New Jersey to most likely get my heart crushed so I asked him plain and simple. I said, 'Tristan are you sleeping with other people, because I called on Tuesday and all I got was some girl speaking suggestively to some guy and your voice calling her, or another girl back to bed. Please don't lie to me, I don't deserve it, just tell me the truth.' And all I got back was silence and then a small pathetic, 'Sorry Rory, I never meant to hurt you.' I couldn't take it that he lied to me so I hung up and cried. Harvard reminds me of Tristan way to much so that is the other reason as to why I am leaving." She had stopped crying now but tears still filled her eyes.

"So have you even really wallowed? I mean, I know your mum wallows and its like a thing you guys have to do after something like a break-up. So have you wallowed?" Paris tried to lighten the mood but it somehow didn't work for Rory started crying even more.

"Oh my Gosh, I haven't even told my mum. I mean I sort of wallowed, I went out last night to a party, got drunk made out with this really hot guy, nearly slept with him but we got interrupted, thank god. Hold on a minute, I sound like a whore. But hey the guy was hot. I don't even know his name. I think he was kinda new too cause I had never seen him here before. Then again I was drunk." She kept rambling on like she does until Paris snapped her out of it.

"Rory, over here. Yeah, ok. So you have sort of wallowed but you haven't told your mum. You nearly slept with a hot guy last night. Man you don't even have much of a hangover, lucky you." Rory looked at Paris while she started rambling. "Ok so now I'm rambling, better stop that. Um Rory," She looked down at he friend.

"I think you better get going to Yale, and once you get settled I think you should ring your mum and talk to her and well wallow! Will you do that for me?"

"Sure Paris, I will. Oh and if you want me to get going already, you might want to move." Rory motioned for her to move away from the car door so she could get in.

"Oh yeah, well see you Rory. Call me when you get there." Paris gave Rory one last hug before allowing her into her car.

"Most definitely, though I hope my room mate's are ok, I mean I don't want another freak." She laughed at the look on Paris's face. "Only joking!" and with that she got into her car said goodbye and drove off.

"To Yale with you!" Paris called after her as she turned back to her dorm.

"Dude, Logan get up, you've been sleeping for ages and you didn't even get that drunk last night."

Wow. Where the hell am I? Ok, my sheets so I must be in my bed. Argh, major headache, what went on last night? As pictures came back into his head from the previous night he realised what went on. Ahh, the lady friend, she was hot. Not my usual, though gorgeous, but I don't think we even did anything, I don't remember getting laid anyway. Man my head hurts.

"Ok that's it Huntzberger, get up." Next thing he knew his room mate Brad burst into the room yelling at the top of his voice.

"Get lost." He rolled over trying to block away the light coming through the door.

"No can do, you told me that if you got drunk and slept past 11 o'clock, that I was to get you up so you could head over to Yale for the weekend and see your friends." He pulled back the covers so the blonde slowly started getting cold.

"Why do you care if I don't get there on time? It's not like you know me all that well anyways." Slowly he got up and headed for the kitchen for some coffee and an aspirin, or two.

"Well mate, I got a call at 7:30 this morning from a bloke called Finn wanting you to hurry up and get over there so they could go to the pub, I decided that you'd get up sooner or later so I went back to bed. I woke at 11, you weren't up so thought I'd come and wake you up instead. Now hurry up so I can call Paris and get her over here." And with that he stomped into his bedroom leaving Logan to go have a shower and make his way to Yale.

Since when was Finn up at 7:30 in the morning and who the hell was the girl last night? She seemed familiar but I don't know, I don't think I had ever seen her before.

So yeah, i know what your thinking, that sucked. But please give me your feedback, and I'll write a few more chapters and see if I should even bother continuing! Thanks for reading! Please Review!

-Claire .