Logan Huntzburger was by no means an easy person to get along with; in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was his arrogance and insincerity that made most people, aside from his close group of friends, shudder and look away. He took more than he gave, whether it was with money, frivolous necessities or women, Logan Huntzburger had a plethora of items at his disposal that we wasn't afraid to use and abuse whenever he deemed it necessary.
He knew no limits, and took whatever he wanted, whenever he chose to. Women where like money to him, never ending objects of pleasure that were at his beck and call at all hours of the day and especially at night.
No matter how many women Logan had on call, none of them ever meant much to him and he never allowed them to get too close. No one woman ever got to close, no one except her.
Rory Gilmore was an unusual creature, and was the only woman to capture Logan's attention for more than a few moments. She caught his attention and made him work for her time. The first and only girl to ever put Logan in his place and to say that he was smitten from the beginning was an understatement. What started out as a casual thing blossomed into a deeper, more fulfilling commitment of love than either had expected or felt before. So Logan did something completely unexpected that surprised his friends, Rory and even himself; he allowed himself to fall without a second glance. He yielded his heart over to the blue-eyed reporter without a second glance and now all he had to show for it was a damn avocado tree, a diamond ring that he had spent hours looking for, and a broken heart.
Break
Rory stared at the empty beach house in San Francisco and wondered exactly how she ended up in this position. The Barrack Obama Campaign Trail had ended a few weeks back and Rory was currently in-between jobs. She happened to mention to Paris that she had a lot of free time on her hands when the overbearing med-student ever so graciously persuaded Rory to fly out too San Francisco to watch her and Doyle's house for a couple of weeks while they took a vacation.
'What's the worst that could happen,' Rory thought as she took out the house key and unlocked the door.
Break
Logan was having a God-awful day at the paper and it seemed like nothing was going right. His secretary, Audrina, or maybe it was Adrian, had screwed up his schedule and he had there for missed three meetings, one with a potential employee, one with the editor and then another with layout. If that wasn't enough, he had spite coffee on himself twice, three people had called in sick and he swore he was coming down with something. This day could not possibly get worse; then his phone rang. Looking at the caller ID he let out a groan before answering.
"Yes Doyle?" Logan said as he squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Actually it's Paris. I was just calling to see if you would house sit for Doyle and I for two weeks. We are going on an impromptu trip to Hartford and the person who was supposed to watch the house canceled at the last minute and I don't know who else to call and I swear it will just be,"
"Paris!" Logan shouted into the phone, a little louder then necessary, "I'll watch the house. It's no problem."
"Thanks a lot Logan. The key is under the mat," Paris said happily, as she hung up the phone.
'No problem," Logan mumbled as she closed his eyes and started to moan and pretended to cry. "I hate my life," Logan sighed as he ran a hand over his face and got into his car to drive to the beach house.
Break
Rory was quietly reading a book when she heard a key twisting in the lock at the front door. 'What the hell?' Rory thought as she set her book down and went to go investigate.
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Logan grumbled in frustration as he fiddled with the key in the lock. "Why won't this damn thing budge," Logan stated to himself through gritted teeth as he pushed the door open and turned around to begin the tedious task of un-jamming the key from the lock.
Logan was so preoccupied with getting the key out of the lock that he didn't hear approaching footsteps.
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As Rory approached the front door, soft sounds of cursing and violent jiggling of the door reached her ears. Then, the figure she thought she would never see again came into view. There standing in his all-infuriated glory was Logan Huntzburger, clad in his leather jack, back towards her.
"Logan?" Rory's mind only now registering what was happening. 'Paris set me up, that bitch. I'll kill her.' Rory thought to herself as she stood in front of Logan with a flabbergasted look on her face.
Break
As soon as Logan heard that all to familiar voice questioningly call out his name, he knew it was over. Abruptly stopping his movements, he left the key where it was, still jammed in the door handle, and tentatively turned around, hoping with all of his might that this wasn't who he thought it was, and that it was all just a bad dream.
However, fate would hear no such plea as his eyes connected with the one and only Rory Gilmore for the first time in five months.
"Hey Rory," Logan said as he tried to hid the nervousness in his voice and the pain in his eyes. 'That bitch set me up, I'll kill her.'