A/N: Okayyy so here is chapter two! i think thursday's are a good update day for me because it gives me enough time to do an okay job with the chapter and im not quite so busy on thurday! haha. okay well enjoy!

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girlsnot mine. so sadd.

Rory dropped her now empty paper cup in the trash can outside room 202 before stepping in and taking a seat. Thankfully, she noticed that puddle of chocolate that was present just yesterday under the doorway, was now missing. She took a seat and pulled out her proper books just as the bell rang.

Mrs. Johnson walked briskly into the classroom, shutting the door behind her and placing her stack of papers on her desk. She began to lecture and Rory was fervently taking notes when she felt a sudden presence behind her. Sure enough, when she turned around, it was to find Logan sliding into his seat twenty minutes late. Rory rolled her eyes and turned back around, wondering how on earth Logan could have been late.

"Mr. Huntzberger, do the school bells not apply to you?" Mrs. Johnson asked, taking notice of Logan's tardiness.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson, it won't happen again." Logan apologized, leaning back in his seat and sticking his pen behind his right ear.

"Yes, I'm sure it won't." Mrs. Johnson turned back around to face the board and resumed teaching.

"Hey Ace," Logan poked Rory in the small of her back with his pen tip.

"What do you want Logan?" She hissed back, trying desperately to pay attention to the lesson.

"Go out with me this weekend?"

"Pshh," she scoffed, "Yeah right."

"Come on Ace, it'll be a bunch of us, we'll have a good time, grab drinks somewhere, find a good party—,"

"Logan," she cut him off, finally turning to face him, "in case you haven't noticed, I'm not interested! Now if you don't mind I'm going to pay attention and get a good grade in this class." She twirled back around and returned her focus to her detailed notes.

"Miss Gilmore, Mr. Huntzberger? Is there a problem?" Mrs. Johnson turned around, her annoyance increasing.

"Not at all Mrs. Johnson, I'm sorry." Rory apologized, uncapping her highlighter and underlining an important sentence in her book.

After another thirty minutes or so of Rory taking notes and Logan becoming increasingly drowsy the bell finally rang and Rory rushed out of class, eager to get to her next one. By the time Logan had woken up and slid out into the hallway, she was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey mate!" An Aussie accented voice called, clapping his hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Hey Finn." Logan replied distractedly, looking out over the heads of Chilton students looking for the particular brunette head of Rory Gilmore.

"Who you looking for?"

"No one."

"Named…" Finn persisted. Luckily for Logan Colin came in at this point.

"Ready Gentlemen? Shall we walk to our next class?" Colin asked, pushing both boys firmly in the back so they would begin to move forward.

Finn spent the rest of the day in semi-drunken stupor while Logan participated half-heartedly as he constantly looked for Rory. Colin seemed to be the only one who focused on his school work the entire day, or the entire year for that matter.

When Logan returned home late that afternoon there was only one thing on his mind, Rory. She had always been the good girl, but this year she had really caught his attention. His friends would kill him if they actually knew that he was contemplating her. All three of them, though finding her attractive, knew that they should never pursue her for many reasons. Not only was she bred to dislike the high society, but she didn't like the idea of casual dating.

Logan remembered her relationships. There were only two that he knew of, and he was pretty sure that they were the only ones ever. First there was bag boy, who tended to be a little possessive, and then there was Jess, who was like James Dean as a rebel without a cause. The two extremities confused Logan slightly but he remembered the slight pang of jealousy he used to feel whenever he would see her at a school dance with one of them.

Casual dating, casual drinking, casual sex. If it had the word 'casual' before it, you could bet that the limo boys were into it. Commitment was their worst fear, and nothing would change that. Except for in Logan's case, Rory Gilmore.

Logan picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?" they picked up on the first ring.

"Finn?"

"Logan! Thank goodness you called! It's Friday night and this exotic alcoholic is actually bored."

"Well then I guess we'll have to fix that, won't we? Call Colin and tell him I'll be there in ten minutes to pick you guys up." Logan hung up and grabbed his car keys off his night table. Nothing like getting wasted out of your mind to make you forget a girl you just might be interested in.

"Yummy yummy yummy!" Lorelai squealed in child-like delight as she took in the spread before her.

Marshmallows, gummi bears, ice cream, licorice; red and black, skittles, m&ms, sprinkles, froot loops, brownies, pop-rocks, if it had sugar in one of it's top three ingredients, it was on the Gilmore coffee table.

"Pizza!" Rory called, carrying three large pizza boxes into the living room from the front door.

"Yay!" Lorelai exclaimed, grabbing at the nearest box and opening it in her lap before inhaling it's delicious aroma.

Rory popped in a movie and sat down next to her mom and helping herself to a slice of cheese pizza.

"Whoever invented pizza is absolutely brilliant." She exclaimed as she bit into the cheesy goodness.

"And I agree. We should write him a thank you note!" Lorelai replied, reveling at the expression on her daughter's face.

"Dear Mister Pizza-inventing guy," Rory began.

"Thank you for the delicious creation we Americans like to call pizza."

"And we apologize for whoever called it 'junk'"

"Oh yes we do!" Lorelai exclaimed, finishing her first slice and grabbing a marshmallow to 'cleanse her palate' before reaching for a second slice.

"Bless you mom." Rory said, grinning.

"For what?"

"Our amazingly fast metabolism." She finished, dropping a handful of m&m's into her open mouth..

"Amen to that." Lorelai smiled at Rory, and leaned her head on her daughter's shoulder while watching the movie and eating her way into a sugar-induced coma.

Saturday morning Rory woke up to her mom shaking her awake.

"Mom?" Rory asked, half asleep.

"Yes Rory, it's mom, who else would be shaking you awake and dragging you out of your bed?" Replied sarcastically.

"What are you doing? It's Saturday! No school. Need sleep." Rory put her head back down on her pillow and pulled the covers up over her head.

"Oh no you don't missy," Lorelai ripped the covers back down to the foot of the bed and pulled on Rory's arm, "do you hear that?"

There was a sudden bang and Rory lifted her head slightly.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I don't know, it sounds big and scary and I'm not going out there alone. You're coming with me." Lorelai declared.

"A real sign of character mom, jeopardize your only daughter's life to save your own."

"It's Stars Hallow, nothing bad ever happens here."

"Then why do you need me?"

"Just in case." Lorelai said, causing Rory to roll her eyes.

Both girls stumbled out of Rory's room and into the kitchen, Rory straightening her pajama shirt as she stood. She began to go for the coffee pot to pour herself a cup when her mother pulled her back.

"No, scary thing first, coffee later."

"Are you kidding me?" Rory didn't believe what she was hearing.

Lorelai gave her a pointed look and crossed her arms over her chest, looking impatient.

"Fine." Rory gave in, following Lorelai to the front door.

"You go first." Lorelai prodded Rory in the small of her back, pushing her forward.

"No way, you're supposed to be the protector here."

"Well I pass my protectorial duties down to you now go!"

Rory cautiously opened the door and poked her head outside. When she heard another bang, coming from the side of the house, she walked slowly along the porch in its general direction. When she poked her head around the corner the thing screamed and tripped backwards into the bush.

"Ah!" Rory screamed.

"Ah!" the bush-dweller screamed back.

"Kirk?" Rory stepped forward, peering into the bushes.

"Kirk? Wha—," Lorelai asked coming around the corner, "Kirk! What are you doing here again? You already disabled the alarm!"

"Well, I noticed last time I was here that your lawn was looking slightly parched, so I decided to come and install a sprinkler system, complimentary of Stars Hallow's Lawn and Garden Care Center." He reasoned, using his screwdriver to install the controls on the side of the house.

"Stars Hallow has a landscaping company?" Rory asked.

"At six thirty in the morning?" Lorelai asked, "Kirk. Take this thing off my wall and go home. Normal people like to sleep on Saturday mornings."

With that she grabbed Rory's arm and dragged her back into the house, slamming the door behind her. They walked through the kitchen and back into Rory's room, climbing back into bed and under the covers.

"Kirk did what?" Lane Kim asked Rory, walking down the street towards Luke's.

"He showed up at six thirty this morning to install a sprinkler system 'complimentary of Stars Hallow's Lawn and Garden Care Center'." Rory explained the early morning's situation to her best friend.

"Stars Hallow has a landscaping company?"

"That's what I said." Rory laughed, opening doors to Luke's and approaching the busy counter.

"Coffee?" He called from the kitchen.

"Yes please," Rory grinned, eagerly accepting the large mug from Luke and taking a long sip, "You're the best Luke!"

Lane took a sip of her coffee and turned to Rory. "So any news about Logan? Ya know, since the chocolate incident?" Lane smiled, she seemed to have some strange fascination with Logan Huntzberger.

"He asked me out yesterday in first period." Rory stated, taking another sip of her coffee.

"What? Did you say yes?"

"No! Are you kidding me? You know what kind of guy Logan is, and he doesn't want me, he just wants to sleep with me."

"But he's so gorgeous!" Lane exclaimed, setting her mug down on the counter and whining to Rory, "Could you by any chance tell him you have a lovely Korean friend who is more than willing to go out with a handsome rich blonde boy?"

Rory looked at Lane, then turned away and finished her cup of coffee.

"Okay, I'll drop it." Lane smiled guiltily, finishing off her coffee as well.

"What can I get you two?" Luke asked, pulling out his pad of paper and a pen to take the girl's orders.

"Um, French toast, extra powdered sugar, and syrup." Lane ordered.

"Make that two." Rory smiled up at Luke and gently nudged her empty coffee cup at him.

"And more coffee." Luke completed her thought, grabbing the coffee pot and refilling the girls' coffees. "I'll be back in a couple minutes with your food."

"Well I feel rested." Lorelai said sarcastically, waltzing into Luke's and plopping down on the blue leather bar stool next to Rory.

"I already told Lane about Kirk."

"Ah, so you have shared our agony." Lorelai said, stealing Rory's coffee cup and drinking roughly half of it.

"Luuuke, she's stealing my coffee!" Rory called into the kitchen.

Luke poked his head out and, noticing Lorelai's immobile head resting on the counter, came out, refilling Rory's mug and giving Lorelai her own.

"Bless you burger boy." Lorelai chirped, picking up her cup and beginning to sip at it.

"Am I tripling your order?" Luke asked Rory, nodding in Lorelai's direction to indicate a plate for her.

"Please do."

The girls ate their breakfast while Luke watched, rolling his eyes at their antics. Later that afternoon as they were meandering about town, Rory's cell phone rang.

"Gilmore?" Paris Gellar's voice barked through the small phone receiver.

"Yes Paris." Rory said, pulling the phone slightly away from her ear.

"Madeline is having a party tonight, I need you to come."

"Oh, thanks for the sincere invite Paris." Rory stated monotonously back.

"I don't have time for your sarcasm Rory, I need you to be there."

"Fine I will, but I'm bringing Lane."

"Good, see you at seven." Paris hung up abruptly, allowing Rory to snap her phone shut and stick it back in her bag.

"You're coming to a Chilton party with me tonight." Rory informed Lane.

"So I've heard," She said back, laughing, "It'll be fun, can I borrow something to wear?"

"Did you just say that a Chilton party was going to be fun?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so."

"Chilton parties cannot be fun. Those kids live to make my life a living hell," Rory explained as they approached Lane's house, "Okay so I'll pick you up at 6ish? I'll drive us."

"Sounds good, I'll just tell mama I'm going to the art museum with you." Lane smiled and waved over her shoulder, turning the handle to her house's white door and stepping inside as she did so.

"Hey Logan, you going to Madeline's party tonight?" Colin asked Logan over the phone.

"I don't know man; I was just thinking we should all go out again or something." Logan responded, not in the mood to deal with a bunch of Chiltonites.

"Come on, there will be plenty of girls and I'm sure something to drink."

"Who does this girl hang out with?" Logan asked, searching for one name in particular.

"Um, Louise Grant, Paris Gellar, Rory Gilmore, I'm not really sure, but I've seen her with them though, and they're all on the Franklin together."

"Yeah, okay I'll go. Meet you there at seven thirty." Logan decided after hearing Rory's name and snapped his phone shut, grabbing a towel and walking into his bathroom.

As the hot water ran over his body he let his thoughts wander. Rory. This was not good. He did not need any issues right now. He was Logan Huntzberger. He had money, girls, and everything a guy could want. Why did he need to want the one thing he couldn't have?

Rory stood at the foot of her bead staring at the mountain of clothes before her. She had been standing there for over an hour, contemplating over what to wear to the party that night. Everything she had tried on seemed to not fit right or be a bad color for her.

"Having a little trouble there?" Lorelai walked in, eyeing the pile before her.

"Just a little."

"Can I help?"

"Please do." Rory sighed exasperatedly and flopped down on her bed next to the pile, "This is hopeless. I don't even like these people and I'm worrying about how I look? This is not fair." She pouted and turned on her side to face her mother.

"How about this?" Lorelai picked up a nice skirt and a sweater that separate, would have been out of the question for a party, but together looked oddly nice. Not too conservative, slightly classy, and the skirt showed off just enough leg to hinder any insults of being dressed like one of their rich, society grandmothers.

"How did you do that?" Rory asked, standing up and snatching the clothes out of her mom's hand, pulling off her pajama pants and buttoning the skirt around her waist.

"Grabbed the first thing I saw." Lorelai shrugged and walked into the kitchen, pouring herself another cup of coffee.

In her room, Rory grabbed a book off her shelf and stuffed it in her purse, which she swung over her shoulder, and stepped out of the room. Taking a quick sip of her mom's coffee she smiled slightly and hugged her mom, "Thanks, I'm off!" She grabbed her car keys off the entryway table and hopped in her car, eager to get the night over with.

After picking up Lane and driving the forty-five minutes it took to get to Hartford, Rory pulled into Madeline Lynn's driveway.

"Wow." Lane whispered, staring up at the house.

"Yup." Rory said, it was even bigger than her grandparents' home, and was bursting at the seams with loud music and rowdy kids.

They climbed out of the car, closing and locking the doors behind them and approached the house. Tediously, Rory reached up and knocked on the door, when no one answered, she pushed and they entered the party.

"Not too quiet?" Lane guessed.

"Nope, not at all." Rory nodded in agreement.

"There you to are!" Paris approached them, firmly grabbing onto Rory's arm, who in return grabbed Lane's, and dragging them through the tangled web of people and out onto the edge of the dance floor.

"Paris?" Rory asked, not sure what she was doing there.

"That's him." Paris nodded to a tall, brown-haired boy that was dancing with a shorter, blonde girl.

"That's who?"

"Jaime. The guy I met over the summer."

"And you're telling me this why?"

"Because I really like him and I don't know what to do!" Paris cried, stomping her foot and crossing her arms, "and I don't know what to do about it."

Rory looked over at Lane and then back in Jaime's direction, cocking her head slightly and frowning. As the song ended, she short blonde girl muttered thanks and walked off to possibly grab a drink. Jaime was left standing alone.

"Ow!" Paris cried, rubbing her arm where Rory had poked it, "What was that for?"

"Go over there and dance with him!" She insisted, dragging Paris onto the dance floor, "Why don't you introduce us?"

"Hey! Paris!" Jaime called out, noticing her presence.

"Hi Jaime." Paris said dreamily, staring up at him.

"Want to dance?" he asked her, offering his hand.

"Sure." She walked away with him to dance, looking behind her and mouthing the word 'thanks' to Rory. Rory just waved back and began to walk off with Lane.

"Hey Ace, don't walk away yet, you haven't even danced with me." She was stopped by a voice behind her.

"Logan." She said, looking at him.

He made an effort to reach out and grab her hand to dance but she quickly pulled it out of his grip. "No thanks." She said walking away with Lane just behind her.

When she got over to the drinks she grabbed herself a water bottle and sat down on a chair in the corner. Just as Lane was about to sit down next to her a tall Korean boy came and asked her to dance. She allowed herself to be dragged off, looking back at Rory and making a silent apology.

Rory pulled out her book and started to read, lost in her own little world until it was interrupted but a large hand stealing her book.

"A book? At a party?" Logan asked incredulously, as he dangled the book between his two fingers and examined it as if it were vermin.

"Yes, now if you don't mind—," Rory made to snatch her book back but he didn't let her have it.

"Only if you go out with me" He stated, smiling at her amusedly.

"Forget it. It's not worth it, I have two more copies of that book anyway." She stated, grabbing her bag and going to find Lane.

The two girls finally managed to find their way out, twisting and turning through massive amounts of unbelievable drunk people. They had come to Madeline's party and had not even seen Madeline herself.

When they got to the car, Lane nearly exploded, "What happened?" she wanted to know, surprised that she had been suddenly torn away from the one guy that she liked and her parents would approve of.

"He asked me out again."

"Logan?"

"No, Jesse Ketstopolis, yes Logan."

"And you said…?" Lane inquired as Rory backed out of the crowded driveway and began to drive in the direction of Star's Hallow.

"No." Rory answered, keeping her eyes on the road.

"No." Lane's voice dropped noticeably slightly disappointed that her friend hadn't had much more luck than she did. "Maybe you can give him a chance? Try and be his friend? He really seems to like you."

"Sure he likes me, but he also likes Summer, and Megan, and Ashley, just to name a few." Rory ticked off the names of Logan's various girlfriends on her fingers.

"Well, I can tell, you see something in him. You don't know what it is yet and you don't know why you're even giving it a second thought but it is undeniably there." Lane pointed out the obvious, stating what Rory herself was too afraid to.

"No, I'm not going to let him treat me like another one of his bimbos. I'm smarter than that and I don't like the idea of me being with a guy, while he's off hooking up with some other girl."

"Okay, just a suggestion." Lane said, putting both palms up in the air to show her surrender.

The girls chatted until Rory pulled up in front of Lane's where she climbed out.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Rory asked her friend, looking out through the window.

"After church I'll come over." Lane smiled and walked into her house, leaving Rory to drive the rest of the way to her home.

When Rory got home her mom was on the couch, sleeping with a marshmallow in her fist and Hard Bodies playing on the television screen before her. She carefully disengaged the marshmallow from her mother's tight grip and covered her with a blanket. Pushing the 'off' button on the DVD player, she wandered into her room and put on her pajamas, climbing into bed and thinking. Thinking about Logan. When her thoughts started to get too intense she stopped, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

A/N: Okay! so thats it! i know it's not too exciting but i promise some of the excitement will occur in the next chapter. okay well leave a review and let me know how i am doing! and if anyone has any tips on expanding to make chapters longer please share! i really hate posting short chapters! okie dokie byee!