I was sitting in front of my computer checking my e-mails. Finn, Colin, Stephanie and Rosemary wrote me.

I was a little jealous of them because they were currently sailing around the world on a yacht, while I was sitting here at Yale, totally occupied with studying, the paper and unfortunately Paris, but of course I was really happy for my friends.

They didn't grown up as happy as I was. They stood under the pressure of being the heir of one of the biggest family companies since they were in diapers.

Actually I know the feeling of being an heiress, after all wasn't just the Gilmore heiress but the heiress of the Hayden fortune, too. But in contrary to my friends, I grew up in a loving home in Stars Hollow, far away from Hartford society.

I'm very grateful towards my parents for never forcing me to attend boring society galas, dinners and for not having to live through the same thing they experienced in their youth.

Probably I would have escaped out of this world, just like my parents did.

My parents moved to Stars Hollow right after I was born, hoping to raise me here like they think it is right and far away from all the obligations.

I think this is part of the reason why I have such a good relationship to my parents, because they never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do.

Since I attend Yale I'm really missing my parents, even more since my best friends are busy with sailing around the world. Actually I have more friends at Yale, but you can't compare them to Logan, Colin, Finn, Rosemary and Stephanie. I knew these five since I was sixteen.

My grandma talked my parents into attending her annual Christmas party, which she always gives for her best friends (in the world of my grandparents this means the business partners of my grandfather and the whole Hartford society).

Back then I prepared myself for a boring night, which would end with me sitting alone in the study of my grandfather reading a good book. Back then I was reading Anna Karenina and actually looked forward to have some time for the next chapters.

But the minute my parents and me entered the Gilmore house my grandma took me away and into the room full of kids from her friends to introduce me to them.

Apparently my grandmother was really interested in me getting to know those kids. Back then I just thought that they all were total snobs, which didn't interest me a bit. They seemed to me like all the kids from Chilton, which I had to handle everyday and I wasn't interested in getting to know them at all.

So I excused myself after a couple of minutes and went on my way to the my grandfathers study, because I really wanted to start reading. On my way to there the doorbell rang again in the minute I passed the front door and the maid of the week opened the door.

I realized his voice the minute I heard him and of course I recognized the identity of the speaking person because of the nickname he used.
"Hello Mary"

"Hey Tristan" I answered bored.

I really wasn't interested in dealing with Tristan tonight. His parents were gone into the living room immediately and so I stood all by myself in the corridor with Tristan.

"Where is your lover tonight, Mary? Doesn't he know that you have to escort your girlfriend to a party like this?" he said and leaned into me disgustingly close. He didn't know that Dean and I split up just a few days ago and I really wasn't interested in sharing this information with him.

"Goodbye Tristan" said I and wanted to leave as he slung his arm around my shoulders.

"What Mary? You can't leave me alone! If your lover isn't here tonight we should use the opportunity." He said with a cocky smile.

I was so shocked from his statement that I didn't know how to respond to it. At this moment one of the guys that my grandmother introduced me before passed us. He saw my disgusted face and changed his direction towards us.

"Tristan, how nice of you that you took care of my girlfriend but I think I can take over from here on!" said he and I tried desperate to remember his name.

"Mary? Your lover is Logan Huntzberger?"

Right! Logan was his name! Logan looked at me and I started playing along.

"Sure Tristan, what did you think?" Logan put his arm around my waist and pulled me away from Tristan.

"Come on Baby, the others are expecting us already" said he and we went back into the dining room where I left the society kids before.

On our way there Logan turned around a last time and said to Tristan "Don't look so surprised Dugrey! Did you really think you would have a chance?"

Logan smirked at Tristan before turning towards me with the same smirk on his face.

"You saved me. Thank you!" I said and smirked back.

"You looked desperate and we 'society kids' have to hold together," he said a little bit sarcastically.

Apparently he knew exactly what I thought about him and his friends. I blushed deeply and his smirk just grew wider.

"It's ok, I know how we seem to be, but give us a chance. Maybe we aren't as bad as you think!"

Since that night the five 'society kids' were my best friends. And until now I still think that this was the best party of my grandma I've ever been to.

While I was thinking about it I became sad because the person who became my friend first notified so rarely lately, since he was on his sailing tour. Even Finn had moments where he was sober enough to write me an email on a regular basis. But from Logan I didn't hear a word in a long time. I put this thought aside and started to read the emails of the other four. They were full of excessive parties and dangerous adventures; exactly what I would expect from my friends. After reading the four emails the big smile on my face didn't want to go away. It was awesome to have such wonderful friends and I really looked forward to the day they would be back and we all would be living together in Yale again, fighting the daily life routine.

I looked at my desktop after closing the Internet account and there they were all beaming at me. The picture was taken last year on New Years Eve. Everybody dolled up in gowns and tuxes smiling brighter than the person beside them; happy in this shared moment.

My eyes fell on Logan who had put his arm around my shoulders. My heart hurt a little bit when I realized how much I missed my best friends right now.

I put the thoughts about him not notifying me often beside and got my cell phone. I pressed the number one for speed dial and waited.

I wasn't sure what I exactly wanted and was just before to hang up when I heard his voice:

"Logan Huntzberger"

"Hey Logan" said I after a short moment of hesitation.

I hadn't expected that he would answer right away, after all he was somewhere in Fiji. I had expected that I would receive a text message in the next days. Despite my shock in the first moment I was happy to hear his voice.

"Ace?" Logan asked.

Gosh, how much I hated this nickname and loved it so much at the same time was incredible. He started calling me Ace since he read my first article for the Franklin back then in Chilton. He has been sure that this would be the perfect name for me and I tried to ask him uncountable times to call me different despite the fact that I can never stop smiling when he calls me with my special nickname.

"Sure, who else? You sound surprised?!" I said back, because he sounded so surprised when I spoke.

"Aren't you happy that I call you?" I asked further on.

"Of course I do. Which guy doesn't like to be called by a beautiful women?" said he and I could see his famous smirk right in front of me.

"But I expected a call from my sister, that's why I was so surprised that it was you who called."

"So that's how it works. You're expecting calls from your sister but the idea of calling and talking to your best friend doesn't cross your mind?" I said in a mocking manner but I was sure that Logan knew that the truth was hidden behind my words.

"Ace, don't be mad at me. You know that I'm a sucker at things like that."

Yes I knew it. Logan was that kind of friends that kidnaps his friend on the birthday to Havana just to go to a Cuban restaurant but he wasn't somebody who would call and just asks how everything is going. I never thought of Logan as a bad friend because of this, because he was and is my best friend, no matter what. And in moments I needed him the most he was always there for me. If I had a miserable date I knew that I could call Logan and he would be there in a minute to help me getting out of it. But he wasn't somebody who would talk on the phone or in emails about god and the world. I started excepting it a long time ago and I still had my mum to talk to. While I was caught up in my thoughts I totally forgot that Logan was still on the phone.

"Ace? Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm sorry." I answered confused.

"Where are you right now?" I asked, because none of my friends had written one word about their location in their emails. I just knew that they were somewhere in Fiji.

"I'm at the American embassy." Said he.

"What? What do you want there?" I asked confused.

Why the hell should Logan visit the embassy if his friends and a yacht were in the harbour?

"Well" he started slowly "Somehow we managed to sink the yacht and now we have some trouble with the authorities."

"You did what?" I asked angrily. I couldn't believe this, none of the emails had told me something about this. How do they always manage to get into such big trouble?

"Hey Ace I have to go, my sister is calling on the other line. Bye" before I could say one word he kicked me out of line.

"Logan?" I asked one last time even if I knew that he had hung up.

I couldn't believe it; my best friends were in a foreign country having big trouble and I didn't really know any details about what happened. I was totally confused. I shook my head and grabbed my bag. It wouldn't lead to anything if I would stay alone in my dorm, so I left my dorm and bought a coffee on the next kiosk to clear my thoughts a little bit.

I wasn't sure at all what to do. I thought about calling Finn, Colin, Rosemary or Stephanie but I put the thought aside because they were apparently together with Logan at the embassy.

Logan had said that he expected a call from Honor, so hopefully this means that she is working on bailing him out. You could always count on Honor so she would help Logan. I decided to call her, because we knew each other a long time now and we went shopping together alot.

I dialled her number and waited.

"Honor Huntzberger"

"Hey Honor, it's Rory."

"Hi Rory. Am I right if I presume that you aren't calling to chat a little bit but that you want to know what happened to Logan andthe others? He just told me that he had to hung up before he could explain anything to you." She said.

"Yes! I'm really concerned about them. He just said that they sunk the yacht and is at the embassy and have some trouble. What happened?" I said quickly and was concerned if Honor would understand one word because of the tempo of my rant.

"Whoa, calm down." She said. "First of all: don't worry. The worst part is already over. They all feel well and don't have to go to jail or something like that. There are just a lot of blanks that need to be filled."

"Oh thank god" I said relieved. "But what happened?" I wanted to know.

"Well you know the boys…" Honor said a little bit annoyed.

"They were drunk and wanton and they thought that they could make a risky turn and then they lost control. And then daddy's yacht was sunk."

"Is Logan in big trouble with your father now?" I asked and was concerned about Logan again. I knew that he hasn't the best relationship to his father and the thought of making it worse with an action like this made me feel horrible.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. He will scream and yell and tell Logan that he is disappointed and that Logan isn't living up to his potential and then he will have a meeting or a phone call and forget the whole thing. At least now he has a reason to buy a new boat, that is too big and too expensive." Honor said with a soft laugh.

"Hey Rory, I have to hang up now. Don't worry, ok? It will all be like it used to be very soon. Bye!"

"Uhm, yeah ok. Bye Honor" I said back confused about the abrupt ending of the conversation.

Like it used to be? What does that mean? What are Logan, Colin, Finn, Stephanie and Rosemary doing now? Were they going to shorten their holidays and return to Yale? Actually they planned on coming back in two months.

Confused about Honors statement I returned to my dorm. When I opened the door Paris was sitting in the living room.

"There was something delivered for you" she said without a hello.

"Okay" I answered and went into my room. I wasn't interested in dealing with Paris, who was in a bad mood apparently. As I entered my room I saw a wonderful bouquet of sunflowers lying on my bed. I picked it up and smelled the scent in. I took the tiny card out and opened it:

Hey Ace,
Don't forget to have fun without us. See ya soon!
Love, Logan

A big smile grew on my face. I knew what he wanted to say with those few words. Yes that was exactly how Logan was. Calling and chatting was difficult for him but making me smile was something he could always do.