Chapter 1: That's Hott!

Rory Gilmore walked down one of the many Yale corridors, balancing two large cup's of coffee, her new's article and purse. Her eye's fixed on the pages of her latest reading material. Many years of practice, and being the daughter of Lorelei Gilmore, made this possible. She made a quick left, entering the Yale Daily News, newsroom, without even once looking up from her book. As she tried to turn the page, she lost control over one of the cups of coffee, which tipped over, falling from her hand. Reflexively remembering her mothers rule about 'Never giving up your coffee without a fight', she tried to catch it, which caused her to drop her book, and stumble over her own feet.
Rory closed her eye's, waiting for the inevitable pain of hitting the ground, after a couple of seconds she opened one eye and looked around. She wasn't falling, she was standing, or to be more specific ... she was leaning. Opening both eye's she turned her head to see who her captor was, she looked up to find two chocolate brown eye's starring back at her. She tried to pull away, but something about this guy caught her attention. She looked up at his messy blonde hair, and then back down at his eye's. There was something familiar about him, that wouldn't let her look away.
She looked down, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. After about a minute she realized that she was still leaning against this guy that she didn't know, his arm's resting lightly around her waist. Her head snapped up and she saw the boy starring down at her, a smirk playing across his face.

He laughed lightly, and looked down at her hands which were placed defensively against his chest. "You know ... as nice as it is to watch you check me out ... That's really Hot." He threw another smirk at her, and laughed again.

Rory looked back down at his chest and noticed the smashed coffee cup, that still sat in her hand. Her eye's grew and she immediately jumped back, taking in the mess she made. His sweater was soaked in the hot brown liquid. Her hand automatically flew to her mouth, dropping the broken cup in the process. "O-OH MY GOD! I AM SO SORRY!" She rushed over to the nearest desk and grabbed a closed box of Kleenex. While she tried to rip open the box, she began to babble. "I am SO SO sorry. I'm not usually so clumsy! ... Well actually, yea I am ... BUT NOT WHEN I HAVE COFFEE! And it wasn't my fault it's just I was reading - and then I was done - so I tried to turn the page - and then the coffee started to fall - and then my mom and her coffee rule - and then your eye's and your hair - and - and - Agh stupid box!" She threw the box of Kleenex at the wall across from her. "This is all Doyle's fault! Because if it wasn't for him I wouldn't even be awake this early! I'd be at home in my bed! And I wouldn't of had to get coffee, and I wouldn't have ruined your shirt! - Oh god your shirt, I'm so sorry." She stopped and took in a long breath.

He just stood there wide-eyed, thinking of something to say. Quickly gaining his composure, the smirk returned to his face. "Wow." Was all he said.

Rory just watched him for a second, before opening her mouth again. "You look -"

"GILMORE!" Instinctively Rory's eye's closed tightly. She turned slowly, and plastered a smile on her face.

"Doyle, Hi." Doyle stood on the other side of the room, hands on hips.

He looked beyond mad, but then again Doyle always looked mad. "Gilmore! Get your ass in my office NOW!"
Rory looked at him wide-eyed and shook her head. She herd the guy behind her laugh loudly. Doyle apperantly hearing also looked beyond Rory. "Logan!" Rory watched as Doyle's entire posture changed. He stood up straight, and plastered a smile on his face, much like the one her mother wore at Friday night dinners.

She gave him a confused look. "Logan? ... What's a Logan?" Doyle walked quickly over to her, the fake smile never leaving his face.
He placed both of his hands on her shoulder's and turned her in the direction of the blonde guy. She smiled innocently, and raised one eyebrow questioningly.
He smirked at her and took her hand into his. "Logan Huntzberger, it's very ..." He glanced down at his sweater. "Eventful to meet you."
Rory's eye's grew and her smile faded. "Huntzberger? ... As in-"
Logan cut her off with a smirk. "One in the same."
She just stared at him for a second before simply saying, "Wow." He laughed lightly, and she smiled.

Doyle becoming increasingly irritated, intrrupted their little exchange. "Logan, what are you doing here so early?" He tried to say it as nicely as possible, but it still came out as irritated.

Logan smirked, and took Doyle's hand and shook it. "It's nice to see you to Doyle."
Doyle immidetly tried to fix what he had said. "Oh you know it's always nice to see you Logan! That just goes without saying. I was just wondering how you got here so early, I was under the impression, you weren't getting in till later this after noon."

"Yes, I was. But I decided to leave a little earlier then planed, and well here I am." He smirked yet again. And Everytime he did it, Rory kept thinking how familiar it looked. She herd Doyle laugh, a very fake laugh, and she looked over at him, he looked extremly stressed.'And here you are.' She herd him say through gritted teeth.

She fought back the urge to laugh, but a small giggle escaped her lips. Doyle turned to her. "Ah yes Gilmore! I forgot I needed to talk to you."

She smiled hopefully. "By any chance, is this little chat you want to have about how great my last article was?"
This time it was Doyle who laughed. "Hardly Gilmore. It was about Logan here. He's new to Yale, just transfered from Harvard. And I was going to ask you if you could maybe show him around this afternoon."
Rory's eye's narrowed and she looked at Logan. "So it's your fault!" He gave her an innocent look.
Doyle shook his head at Rory. "Do I even want to know?" She smiled and shook her head. "Great. So anyway, as I was saying, seeing as your both already here, maybe you could do it now. ... That is unless your busy Logan?" Rory gave Doyle a funny look.
Logan shook his head. "Nope I'm free all day."
Doyle smiled triputhently. "Great well I'll see you two later. Logan, always nice to see you hope -"
"Hello!" Both guys looked in her direction. "Nobody asked if I had anything to do!"
Doyle rolled his eye's. "Gilmore what would you be doing at 8:30 in the morning? Your dead to the world until at least 10 everyday."
Logan laughed, and Rory shot them both the meanest glare she could, before sighing and throwing her hands in the air. "Fine whatever!"
Doyle simply nodded and walked away, leaving Rory and Logan behind in silence.

Rory was the first to speak. "So ... I'm really sorry about your sweater."
Logan simply nodded, and smiled. "It's cool Ace don't worry about it ... I'll just buy a new one."
She cocked an eyebrow confused. "Ace?"
He laughed, and threw his arm around her shoulder's. They started to walk towards the door. "Tell you what ... I'll explain the whole Ace thing, if YOU explain the whole ... 'Your eye's and your hair!' thing."
She felt her cheeks heat up, and smiled. "I think I'll survive not knowing." Logan simply laughed. "But seeing as it was your fault I spilled my coffee, you have to replace it."

"How exactally was it my fault?"
Rory exhaled a long dramatized sigh. "Do you honestly want to go there again?"
Logan smiled at her and laughed. "Alright Ace you win. Lead the way!"
With that said, Rory squilled loudly, grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind her.