AN: Ok, Ok, I know I have a ton of fics. But, I had this idea and couldn't not write it. I'm actually ina big writing mood right now, so I'm writing up several chapters of this tonight. I have a few chapters written for a couple of my other fics, andI'll also have updates for all my fics later this week, so it's not like this is taking time out of writing my other ones.

This fic takes place this year's Spring Break. Rory and Logan broke up at Honor's wedding, and Doyle and Paris are also still broken up. Basically, what you've seen on the show up to this point has all happened. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

"Come on, it's a great idea! It's just what we need!" Paris Gellar told Rory, trying to convince her best friend.

"No. No, no, no. It's not going to happen!" Rory exclaimed, shaking her head adamantly.

"Why not? This is just what we need. It will be a break from Connecticut; we'll get away from school, and the guys giving us problems. Come on!" The blonde urged, following Rory around the cramped, shabby apartment as she continued to pressure her to say yes.

Since their break ups with their boyfriends both girls had become homebodies even more than they previously were. When Madeline and Louise called to invite the girls to Spring Break with them, Paris happily accepted without consulting Rory. Now, she just needed to convince her that a week in Cancun was just what the doctor ordered. So far, it wasn't working, but she knew Rory was quickly running out of excuses.

"I'm broke!" Rory told Paris as she searched for a reasonable excuse.

"You are not!" Paris replied, rolling her eyes. "Besides, your dad already paid for everything."

"What?" Rory questioned, spinning around to glare at Paris.

Paris shrugged. "You weren't going to go if it wasn't paid for. So I called your mom. She talked to your dad. All expenses are paid, plus you have a hefty sum of spending money. Oh, by the way, your mom will be here in an hour to take you swim suit shopping. I'm going too."

"Excuse me!" Rory demanded, her arms flailing about. "Do I get any say in this?"

"Nope!" Paris told her, going into her room to get ready to hit the stores.

-GG-

Lorelai and Paris marched into Rory's room an hour later, pulling her by the arms and dragging her out to the living room.

"I don't want to go!" Rory insisted, fending them off.

Lorelai looked at her daughter and shook her head. "Sweets, you have become a home body since you and Logan broke up. Now, I understand the need to wallow, but you've made it an art form. Go to Mexico. Meet hot guys. Flirt, dance, drink. Get over Logan! Move on!"

Rory hesitated. She really just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. Or at least sleep for a very, very long time. Until she no longer missed Logan. Until everything didn't remind her of him. Until she didn't cry watching American Express commercials because that was his credit card of choice.

Paris sighed. She really, really didn't want to be the tough guy here, but she felt it was needed. Rory needed this. What she was about to say would cause her pain, but in the long run, it would all be worth it.

"Rory…"

"Paris…" Rory replied, rolling her eyes mockingly.

"Do you really think Logan's wallowing?"

Rory froze. "What?"

"How long did it take him to find comfort in the arms of a blonde bimbo last time? A few hours? Why should he be the only one getting laid while he gets over you?" Paris questioned, folding her arms across her chest.

Lorelai shuddered. "Ok, I really don't want to think about my daughter 'getting laid' as you oh-so lovingly put it. But, you do prove a point."

Rory was silent. She had harbored hope that Logan would come begging her forgiveness again. She wanted to know he at least made an attempt. There had been a few calls and flowers, but nothing that took a lot of effort. 'For all I know, he could be out doing half the girls at Yale. Hell, he will probably be out enjoying Spring Break himself.'

"At least this way you'll be out of the house. You won't be wallowing anymore." Paris added, knowing her friend was very, very close to folding.

"Let's go get a bikini." Rory agreed nodding. 'At least this way I won't be wallowing while he's out having fun. If he can get over me using girls, why can't I do the same with other guys?'

With those final thoughts, the three girls headed out the door and to the mall. It was settled. Rory and Paris were going on Spring Break with Louise and Madeline. And while on Spring Break, they would get over the guys who broke their hearts. Yes, that is what they would be doing.

-GG-

Three days later the girls were going over their lists again for the fourth time.

"SPF 30?" Paris called out.

"Check!" Rory replied as Paris placed a check next to the item on the list.

"Sunglasses?"

"Check!"

"Condoms?"

"What?" Rory sputtered, turning around. "I didn't put that on the list!"

"Why not? You need to be safe!" Paris chastised her, shaking her head.

"I don't plan on having sex with anyone while I'm there! Flirting, yes. Fucking, no." Rory rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Well, it's on the list." Paris told her, holding the list up for her to see.

Rory groaned as she noticed her mother's handwriting. She opened her suitcase to see a large box of condoms.

"Are you girls ready?" Lorelai asked as she walked in, ready to drive the girls to the airport for a week of fun in the sun.

"Yep, I now have a large box of ribbed for my pleasure condoms. I guess I'm all packed. Hmm… do you think it's too late to get a thong bikini instead of the one I bought?" Rory asked sarcastically, zipping up her suitcase.

Lorelai made a face. "Yuk! I just ate! Besides, you may not need the condoms, but it's better to have them and not need them, than to need them and not have them."

"I didn't need them last time I went on Spring Break." Rory told her mother as she carried her bags to the living room.

"You also were a virgin." Lorelai pointed out, opening the front door. "You never know what could happen. Maybe you'll meet someone in Mexico."

"As touching as this safe sex talk is, we need to go before we're late! Come on, move it people." Paris demanded, picking her bags up and moving out the door.