Chapter Two.

As she entered the newsroom, ducking passed Doyle, who was having a rather heated discussion with one of the other journalists. Rory made her way to her desk and sat down, dropping her books onto the table. She usually loved to sit and watch the hustle and bustle of the newsroom as everyone rushed around, desperately trying to get their story finished in time for the deadline. However, her mind was elsewhere. She was still buzzing from her encounter with Logan, moments ago. Her skin still felt tingly from where he had touched her arm and she felt herself smile, unconsciously as she remembered the wink he gave her.

She had always found Logan good-looking, but he was way too aware of the fact that he was good-looking . The arrogance and cocky charm mixed with the carefree attitude, didn't do it for her. He was too much of a risk taker. He was too much of a slacker for the likes of her. He traded off of his family name and that just didn't appeal to someone like Rory, who had had to work so hard for everything she had.

Colin, on the other hand, could be just as arrogant and frivolous as Logan. But, once you got passed the snobbish façade, he was just as driven as she was. He could rival her when it came to the book learning and could actually be quite sweet. However, there was no chemistry between them. No spark. When he kissed her, she didn't feel the butterflies or feel excited just being in his presence. She never spent her day's daydreaming about him or ever wonder what he was doing at that exact moment in time. Their relationship didn't have the passion required to be sustainable. They were more like friends than anything , and both of them knew it.

So, he wasn't the great love of Rory Gilmore's life after all, but she wasn't even going to entertain the possibility of letting herself fall for Logan Huntzberger.

She wasn't going to be one of those girls who ditch their morals just to be seen on the arm of the Huntzberger heir. On many a night out with Colin, she had bore witness to Logan and the type of girl he surrounded himself with. Let's just say that they wouldn't be winning any Nobel Peace Prize's anytime soon. Not that she thought herself to be better than them, she just wasn't the type of girl to sleep around or chase after a guy because of his bank balance. She wasn't that girl. She wouldn't let herself be. But she couldn't quite shake the feeling he left her with. Somehow, with one wink of the eye, one touch on the arm and one sexy as hell, smile, Rory Gilmore was reduced to a puddle of mush, and it killed her.

"Gilmore! I don't pay you to sit around daydreaming." Doyle barked, as he glared at her from his desk. Rory snapped out of her haze and rolled her eyes, switching on her computer.

"You don't pay me at all, Doyle. It's a College paper." He couldn't argue with that.

"Well, get some work done. I don't need one of my best reporter's getting all teary-eyed because they got dumped."

"I'm touched by your concern, Doyle. Truly." She told him, sarcasm evident in her tone. Rory could see quite perfectly how well suited both he and Paris were. Neither had a compassionate bone in their body. "And I am not all 'teary-eyed' as you so eloquently put it. I was just planning how to start my new article." She lied.

"Hmm, well just…make it interesting. Nobody wants to be put to sleep while they read their morning paper." Rory sighed.

"Aye, Aye, Captain!" She said, giving him a mock salute. Doyle just glared at her , before turning away and yelling at someone else.

She had been staring at her blank, computer screen for almost forty-five minutes. No matter which angle she thought of, she couldn't find the right words to commit to her article. She was stumped and that did not happen to a Gilmore very often. She had a very serious case of Writer's block.

"I'm going to Doyle's, okay." Paris said as she popped her head round the door to Rory's bedroom. Rory glanced up briefly, before typing something and then deleting it again. "I'm staying over, which mean's that we'll probably have sex."

Rory scrunched her face up as her mind was flooded with disturbing images of Paris and her Editor, getting it on.

"Paris, I don't really want to know the details."

"I'm just communicating. Terrence said that its important that I am open and that I express myself clearly to those around me." She explained, referring to her life coach. Rory rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Well, you don't have to be so open and expressive with me."

At that, Paris mumbled something under her breath and stormed out, banging the door shut behind her. Settling back down to focus on her work, she was disturbed again by her cell phone ringing. Sighing, Rory picked it up, while shutting down her laptop and moved from the bed to her desk.

"Hey Mom!" She answered, in a defeated sounding voice.

"'HEY MOM'!" Lorelai practically bellowed down the phone. "That's all you have to say to me? I haven't seen you in seven day's, eighteen hours, twenty-six minutes and…thirty-two seconds, and that's all you have to say to me? Your mother. The woman who gave birth to you. The woman who carried you in her womb for nine months, thus having to give up coffee. I gave up coffee for you for all that time. I introduced you to the many wondrous things this world has to offer…"

Rory rolled her eyes as her mother rambled on an on.

"…U2 and The Clash, Willy Wonka, Luke's coffee…"

"Mom." She tried to interrupt her yammering without much success.

"If it wasn't for me, you would be destined to a world of tea parties and function's. Plastering a fake smile on your face as Emily tries to sell you off to the highest bidder."

"Mom!"

"You really should be more grateful."

"Are you finished?"

"I could go on."

"Please don't" Rory did feel a slight twinge of guilt. She hadn't really spoken much to her mother in over a week. Truthfully, she didn't really want to hear her tell her how bad Colin was for her and how right she was about him. Lorelai had never really liked Colin much, or his friends. He belonged to the world she had fought so hard to break free of.

"How are you doing, hun?" Lorelais' voice softened, laced with concern for her only daughter.

"I'm fine." Rory replied, a little unconvincingly. This was her mother she was talking to. The woman who knew her better than she knew herself.

"You wanna try again there, kid?"

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm just stressed out with this article I'm trying to write, that's all."

"When is it due?"

"Next week."

"Why don't you come home this weekend. You need to have a proper wallow fest. We can gorge ourselves on candy and takeout, watch really bad movies, make a voodoo doll of Colin and stick pins in it." Rory felt herself laughing at her mothers idea. It did sound appealing. She hadn't been home for a while but she couldn't. She had to get started on her article. She couldn't put it off any longer.

"I cant Mom. Maybe next weekend." There was a long pause on the other end of the phone.

"Rory-"

"Mom, I'm okay. Really. I'm not hiding away pining over Colin. We broke up. It's over and I am completely okay with that."

"Really?" Lorelai asked sceptically.

"Yes. Now I have to go. I promise I will call you tomorrow. I love you."

"Okay. Love you too, hun."

"Bye." Rory hung up the phone and booted her laptop back up, determined to start her article or at least die trying.

She wasn't trying to push her mom away, she just didn't feel a great loss. She had had time to come to terms with her break up and she felt okay about it. Colin was not the one for her. Deep down, Rory knew that all along.

As she cleared some of her books laying, picking them up, she noticed one which looked unfamiliar. It was an old, battered and torn copy of 'Moby Dick'. It definitely wasn't hers. She browsed through it, reading the margin notes, whomever it belonged to, had written. She didn't recognise the handwriting. Turning to the back of the book, she came across an inscription. It read:

'To my little brother. I hope this book inspires you and gives you hope.

From your ever loving sister, Honor.'

'Honor'. The only 'Honor' Rory knew was Logan's sister, Honor. Then it dawned on her. This was Logan's copy of 'Moby Dick'. He must have dropped it when they bumped into each other, the day before.

She had to admit, she was slightly surprise that Logan actually read anything, let alone 'Moby Dick'. Reading the inscription again, she smiled. If Logan carried this old book around with him, it obviously meant something to him. She would have to return it.

"Um, Colin! To whom does this belong, mate?" Colin looked up from the television screen to see his friend twirling a black, lacy bra in his hand. It had been a long, boring day of class after class and test after test for Colin. He wanted to just sit back and relax in front of the box. That's why it took him a few seconds longer to register that Finn was talking to him. As it dawned on him, whose bra it was, he snatched it from the Australian's clutches as he held it up against his own chest. Rolling it up, he stuffed it into a box, which was sitting next to the door to his bathroom.

"That's Rory's. She must have left it here." He mumbled, returning to his spot on the sofa. He vaguely remembered the night he had pried it from her. She had taken some convincing, which was understandable considering the fact that Finn would very likely walk in at any moment. He frowned. Somehow, Finn had managed to procure himself a spare set of keys for his apartment without his knowledge or consent.

"Do you have any beef burgers, Col? I'm famished." Finn asked, patting his stomach while getting up from the sofa.

"Aah, no way Finn. You are not cooking anything in my kitchen. Last time, you almost burned the place down." He told him, craning his neck in Finns direction.

"Oh come on. That was one time." Finn whined, heading back to the sitting area, crossing his arms and pouting like a five year old. Colin smiled at his friend before shaking his head. "Well, Logan better get here quickly. If I cant eat then I need something to drink. We are running out of precious drinking time."

As if on cue, Logan entered Colin's apartment and he was not in a good mood. The two dark-haired friends watched as he stormed in, walked to the bar to pour himself a drink and then planted himself onto the closest chair available. He downed the contents of his glass in one go, before throwing his head back and groaning in frustration.

"Rough day mate?" Finn had an awful knack of stating the obvious, particularly when it didn't need to be stated. Logan opened his eyes and glared at him. He then placed the cold glass to his forehead and let out a huge sigh.

"Mitchum wants me to go visit a paper in Omaha with him. I don't even know where 'Omaha' is!"

"Nebraska." Colin stated matter-of factly. Logan just groaned again.

"Isn't that where Dorothy was from in 'The Wizard of Oz.'?" Finn asked, curiously, furrowing his brows as though it was really confusing him.

"That was Kansas, Finn." Colin replied, his annoyance starting to get the better of him. Finn just shrugged his shoulders and pulled himself up from the sofa, heading for the bathroom.

"How long is he making you go this time?" Colin was genuinely sorry for his friend. He knew how hard Mitchum was on Logan and now that he was in his senior year, the harassment was even more severe as he groomed him to take over the family company.

"Three day's. But that's not even the point. He just tells me, the day I'm supposed to leave. No warning. Nothing. I'm just supposed to drop everything and bow to his every command."

"Your leaving tonight?"

"Yeah. I've to meet him at eleven. Which gives me exactly two hours to go home, pack, finish my paper for my ethics class and take a shower." He listed, looking at his watch.

"That sucks man." Colin turned off the television and sat back on the sofa. He looked closely at his oldest friend. He looked tired and stressed out. He didn't look like the normal happy, go lucky guy that everyone knew him to be. His impending doom as the Huntzberger heir was weighing down on him. Slowly sucking all the life he had left in him. Logan sighed a deep, heavy sigh.

"That's my life." At that, he got up and went back over to the bar to get a refill. On his way, he noticed the cardboard box full of books and clothes, sitting by Colin's bathroom.

"Someone moving in?" He poured himself another drink as well as one for Colin and headed back to his seat. Colin took the glass and looked at the box he was referring to.

"Um, no. That's just some of Rory's stuff she left behind." He told him, taking a sip before placing his glass on the coffee table. He could feel Logan's eyes on him but he didn't look up.

"Are you going to take it to her?" Logan asked. Colin just shrugged his shoulders and picked up his glass. Logan didn't like to pry into other peoples affairs, that was Finn's job, but he was curious as to how things were between Colin and Rory. Whether or not they were still on good terms. He had seen Rory around a couple of times since the break up and could tell that she felt a little uncomfortable around him. He figured it was because he was Colin's best friend. But, he still classed Rory as his friend and hoped that just because they weren't together anymore, that he and she could still talk. He enjoyed their little banter sessions. He always loved to wind her up and piss her off, just to get a reaction. Anger definitely was a good look on her.

"Whose toothbrush is this?" Finn, demanded as he bounded back into the room. He was holding a rather wet toothbrush. Colin closed his eyes, silently seething as he knew what was coming.

"Seeing as you are in my apartment. That would make it my toothbrush, Finn."

"Oh, well sorry mate. I kind of dropped it into the toilet bowl by accident." Finn held the toothbrush out to him. Logan laughed at his friend. He could see Colin's usually cool demeanour slipping as he got more and more angry with Finn.

"What the hell, Finn?" Colin shouted, standing up and moving aggressively towards the Australian. "Why would you even be touching MY toothbrush in the first place?" Finn's smile faded as Colin lost his temper. Logan just sat back and smirked. He had had a stressful day with his father and all and was determined to sit back and enjoy the show.

He had known Colin McCrae since he was around two years old. He was certain that there was a sandpit involved and a lot of sand being dumped over Colin's head. Growing up, they both had sucky parents which allowed them to form a now unbreakable bond. Colin was a tight ass. He was stuck up and incredibly snobbish but, he definitely knew how to have fun. It was the craziness and love of adventure which kept them both sane and eventually brought Finn into their lives. They met him at a boarding school which Logan couldn't remember the name of. Finn was sitting waiting outside the Headmaster's office for his punishment, after being caught hiding in the girl's locker room. Logan and Colin were returning after suspension and the three of them just seemed to hit it off. They found a common love of pissing people off within each other, which still to this day, had not deserted them.

"I had bad breath. I didn't want to go meet the lovely red-heads with dog breath, so-"

"So, you thought you would just help yourself to my toothbrush." Logan was sure he could see steam coming from Colin's ears. Using his things was a big 'no no'.

"What's the problem? We're all friends here." Finn honestly could not understand why Colin was getting so worked up.

"Finn, Its gross. Not to mention unhygienic. And its MINE!" Colin was yelling now, his temper frayed. Logan was sure he was going to hit Finn and soon.

"See, that is the problem with the world these day's. No-one is willing to share. That, my friends, is why there are so many wars." That was the last straw for Colin. He moved towards Finn. Logan noticed his hand clenched tightly as he was about to hit him. That was his cue to get in between them, separating them before Finn's teeth were on the floor.

"Guy's enough. Look Colin go sit down and cool off. Have a drink." He pushed them apart, holding Colin at bay. Finn just continued to smile innocently. Logan could tell he had been winding Colin up on purpose. "Finn, next time you have bad breath, have a mint and leave Colin's toothbrush alone."

"Yeah, and you're buying me a knew one, by the way!" Colin demanded. He had calmed down a little and was now sitting back down on the sofa, nursing the drink he had poured himself. Finn shrugged his shoulders before rolling his eyes.

"Your daddy is a multi-millionaire, I'm sure he can afford to buy you a new toothbrush." At that, Colin's eyes flared, getting up he flew towards both Finn and Logan and aimed a punch at the Australian. However, Finn had already moved out of the way, dodging passed Logan, causing Colin's fist to collide with Logan's face.

"Aagh! What the hell, Colin!" Logan shouted, clutching his face with his hand. He had got him good, right on the eye.

"I'm sorry, man. I was aiming for that jack-off." Colin said, throwing a dirty look Finns way. Finn just sat on the sofa with a great big smile on his face. Logan moved passed Colin and into the bathroom to look in the mirror, surveying the damage. He removed his hand and noticing there was a bruise just under his eye. It was starting to swell.

"Great!" His father would kill him when he showed up with a black eye. Not very professional looking. Colin entered the bathroom, he was holding an ice pack in his hand.

"Here, put this on it." He gave Logan the pack and then noticing the look in his blonde friend's eyes, he backed off and left him to it, tripping over the box of Rory's stuff as he went. "I'm really sorry, Logan."

Logan let out a big sigh. 'Could this night get any worse?'

Placing the last bowl of chips on the coffee table, Rory settled down onto the sofa to begin the first movie of the night. She had decided to take her mother's advice and indulge herself in a Gilmore movie night bonanza. Her story could wait.

She had rented a bunch of movies, including, 'Ghost,' 'The Breakfast Club' and 'Friday The 13th.' With Paris spending the night at Doyle's, she had the place to herself and so, had ordered Indian food and a pizza as well as the other essential junk food requirements. She was wearing her favourite fuzzy pyjamas and her fluffy bunny slippers.

Reaching for the television remote, Rory was about to start the first movie, when there was a knock on the door.

"What the hell?" she mumbled out loud. Getting up from her comfy position on the sofa, she cursed whoever was standing on the other side of her door. Dragging herself over to answer it, she figured it was probably Paris, back after having an argument with Doyle.

"Paris! I thought you were staying over at…Logan!" Rory squealed slightly, as she threw open the door to reveal none other than Logan Huntzberger leaning against her door frame. He was standing there, holding a box full of stuff and wearing a smirk on his face, looking her up and down. She shivered a little under his gaze .

"Hey Ace! Nice bunnies." Rory could feel herself blush as his eyes travelled her body before remembering what she was wearing. Logan was so not the guy you wanted to see you while dressed in your non-sexy, kiddie pyjamas and slippers, while having your hair scraped back in a messy pony-tail and little to no make-up on. 'Thank God, I didn't put that face mask on.'

"Logan, what are you doing here?" She asked, trying to change the subject while looking at him closer, she noticed a huge bruise under his eye. "What the hell happened to your face?" Her voice full of concern, she reached out her hand to cup his face instinctively, taking a closer look. Logan just shrugged his shoulders, a little thrown by how worried she seemed, although the feel of her small hand on his face, warmed him.

"Its no big deal. I just got in the way of someone's fist. I'll be okay." Rory narrowed her eyes at him, removing her hand from his face.

"Please tell me that this is not from some angry guy whose girlfriend you slept with!"

Logan smiled for a second although it hurt slightly to do so. "No, this is a gift from Colin. He was aiming for Finn, and I kind of got in the way."

Rory shook her head. Those three were always messing around.

"I should have known those two would have something to do with it."

She looked at his eye again. It was pretty bad. There was quite a bad cut just underneath. To her it looked very painful but Logan was hiding it well.

"Come in, I should have something to clean that cut." Rory told him, gesturing for him to enter. Logan smirked, again wincing at the pain.

"No need Ace. I'm fine." He protested.

"You're not fine, Logan. If you leave that unattended, you'll get an infection and then your eye will pop right out of its socket. You don't want that now, do you?" She told him, in a bubbly yet serious tone. He laughed at her suggestion before following her inside, closing the door behind him. He was still clutching the box.

Rory walked directly into her bedroom to get the first aid box she kept in there. Leaving Logan to take in the scene in the common room. The table was covered with plates and bowls and takeout cartons. He frowned.

"Am I interrupting something?" He was worried that maybe she was expecting company and that he was in the way. Rory re-entered the room and sat down on the sofa, tapping the spot next to her for him to come join her. She placed a damp cloth and a couple of band aids on the table, clearing a space amongst all the food. He walked over to where she had indicated and sat down beside her. "Am I interrupting something, Ace?"

Rory looked up at him, her eyes narrowed. "What?"

"You have enough food here to end world hunger." He smiled at her as she looked at the food on the table.

"What this? This is only half of what we usually have for a normal Gilmore movie night." She told him, while dabbing his cheek gently with the cloth. Logan flinched as it made contact.

"Ouch, Ace that hurts you know." Rory smiled softly at his reaction, while continuing to clean his cut.

"Don't be such a baby!"

She cradled his face in her hand, holding him in position. He watched her as she focused on her task at hand. She had incredibly long eyelashes and a cute little dimple in her chin. Her skin was very pale and soft, he just itched to touch her. His eyes travelled to her mouth. She was biting her lip, whether through nervousness or concentration, he wasn't sure. Her lips looked full and soft. He wondered for a moment what it would be like to kiss her.

'Whoa!! Where did that come from?" he asked himself.

Rory finished cleaning his cut and turned away to get a band aid, as she turned back, she noticed him frown. She peeled the strips of the band aid and moved closer to him to cover his cut. He seemed to hold his breath as she did so and then slowly exhale.

"There you go." She smiled at him. Before placing a soft kiss over the band aid, not knowing where she suddenly got the nerve to do such a thing. "All better!"

As she pulled away, their eyes locked and she felt slightly self-conscious under his intense gaze. They sat like that for a few seconds, before he closed his eyes and turned away.

"So all this food is for you?" He enquired, furrowing his brows, a light smile creeping over his features. The moment had passed.

"Well, me and the bunnies." He laughed. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, its just that most girls that I know would hesitate to finish a salad, let alone all of this."

"Well, I guess I'm not 'most girls'." Logan looked at her as she stole a chip from the bowl, offering him one, to which he declined. His smirk reappeared.

"Nope, you are definitely one of a kind, Ace." Rory could feel herself blush yet again but she was determined not to give in and let him have the final word.

"There is nothing wrong with having a healthy appetite." She told him stubbornly, clutching the bowl of chips to her chest and taking a handful before shoving them in her mouth. Not the most graceful or lady-like way to behave but she didn't care. She wasn't having someone criticising her eating habits. Logan watched in awe, before collapsing in a fit of laughter.

"Absolutely not. But I'm not sure how healthy all of that junk food is Ace." He said, having managed to compose himself. "I'd hate for you to lose that cute, little figure of yours."

She almost choked on a chip when she heard that. He was flirting with her. He had that trademark smirk of his, plastered over his face. She felt herself blush, uncontrollably again. But she wasn't going to melt like she knew he wanted her to. She sat up, putting the half-eaten bowl of chips back onto the coffee table and then glared at him.

"Why are you here again?" Logan noticed her change in demeanour. He had to hand it to her. She certainly was one of a kind. Most other girls whom he openly flirted with, would be putty in his hands by now. But not her. She didn't seem to find the infamous Huntzberger charm irresistible like most others. Not that he was really trying to flirt with her. He wasn't interested in her like that, of course.

"I came for the slumber party. I figured we could braid each others hair and have a pillow fight in our underwear." He told her in a mocking tone. Rory rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, no pillow fights here."

"Damn!"

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Rory folded her arms across her chest as she felt his eyes on her. She looked at him. He was smiling back at her. As she gave him her best withering stare, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the box sitting beside him. Her curiosity got the better of her and she sat up straight, facing him.

"So…what's in the box?" She queried, stretching her neck, trying to see passed him. Logan stiffened slightly, remembering why he had come over in the first place.

"Um…" He hesitated, not quite sure what her reaction would be to his answer. "…it's just some of the stuff you left at Colin's place."

She furrowed her brows as he handed her the box over. She looked up at him, slightly confused before peering inside to see what the contents of the box were. There was her favourite blue sweater, which she had been certain her mother had taken, a couple of magazines, two text books, and a black lacy bra among other things. Her face reddened at the thought of Logan having seen the bra. Swallowing her embarrassment, she looked at Logan, searchingly.

"Did Colin ask you to bring this over because I could've come and gotten it." She didn't want to get Logan or anyone involved in the messy side of her break-up. It wasn't fair putting him in the middle like that.

Logan shifted awkwardly in his seat. He looked away, avoiding contact with those big blue eyes of hers.

"Actually, I just saw it sitting there in his apartment and I noticed there was a couple of textbooks in there and I figured, you being you, that you'd need them at some point." He finished, this time fixing his eyes on hers. He was full of sincerity and it touched her to see how considerate he was of her.

"Thank you." She was genuinely moved by his thoughtfulness.

"No problem, Ace."

There was a silent pause between them, when she suddenly remembered something.

"'Moby Dick'!" Rory jumped up from her spot on the sofa, surprising Logan and headed, quickly into her bedroom. Logan watched after her, slightly confused by her outburst and sudden exit. As she returned, she held an old book in her hands which looked vaguely familiar to him. She stood in front of him and excitedly handed him the book. "It's yours right?"

He looked up at her, before accepting the thing she was rather eager for him to have. He furrowed his brows as he realised that it was in fact his copy of 'Moby Dick'. The copy that he never even noticed was missing, until he reached up to feel his inside jacket pocket. That was where he usually kept it. Close to his heart. It was the only gift he had ever received which really meant something to him. His sister had given it to him, not for Christmas or a birthday, but purely as something to inspire him and lift his spirits when his father would frequently dampen them. He was incredibly close to his sister and had always appreciated how much she was there for him.

"It is yours right?" Rory was confused by his silent reaction. She had been sure that the book was his. Logan looked up at her and smiled. He was genuinely grateful to her for returning this to him. He was almost speechless. Logan Huntzberger was never speechless.

"Yeah, Ace. Thank you. I didn't even know I lost it."

"You must have dropped it the other day when we ran into each other outside the newsroom." She told him, happy that he was so appreciative.

"Well, thanks for returning it. It means a lot." He cleared his throat as he spoke, grabbing her hand, gently and gazing up honestly into her eyes. Rory smiled back at him. She felt that tingly sensation again where he held her hand. Her stomach was doing somersaults as she lost herself staring into those big, chocolate, brown eyes of his.

"I should probably get going. Its getting kind of late." He stood up, dropping her hand and sliding the book into his jacket pocket. Rory snapped out of her daze and watched as he made his way to the door. "I'll leave you to your movie night and re-enactment of 'The Last Supper.'" His teasing tone was back.

She was a little disappointed. She didn't want him to leave just yet.

"You know, there is plenty of food here, if your hungry!" Rory offered, she wanted to try and repay him for his sweet gesture and if in doing so, it prolonged his stay, then so be it. She wasn't quite ready to say goodnight just yet. He looked at her, smile in place.

"Nah, Ace. Wish I could but-"

"Hot date?" She asked, trying to mask her disappointment. She found herself hoping the answer was no, which surprised her thoroughly. Logan sighed, not quite noticing the slight change in her demeanour and tone.

"I wish. I'm going to Omaha for a business thing with my dad."

"Sound's like fun." She said, sarcastically. She was aware of how much he and his father did not get along. Rory was suddenly overcome with guilt. While he was heading out for his equivalent of hell, she was silently grateful that he was not meeting up with some tramp.

"So, I'll see you when I get back I guess." Rory nodded, as he opened the door to the common room.

"I'll see you then." She gave him a warm smile, before turning her head back to the sight before her. Just as she did, she heard a faint clicking sound coming from the doorway. Spinning back around, she saw Logan standing, holding his cell phone towards her.

"What are you doing?" She eyed him suspiciously. Logan's smirk grew wider as he looked at the photo he had just taken of her standing in her pyjamas and bunny slippers.

"Just a little something to remember you by." Realisation dawned for Rory.

"You did not just take a picture of me!" She exclaimed, fearing his answer.

"This is one for my private collection." He told her, rather pleased with himself. Rory felt her anger rise as she walked towards him.

"Logan, That is not funny." Standing in front of him, she reached for his phone, but he kept it out of arms length. "You are not keeping a picture of me looking like this."

"What, Ace? I think you look cute. The pyjamas and bunny slippers, big turn on." Rory blushed, but she didn't deviate from her task of retrieving his phone so she could delete whatever image he had of her on it.

"Logan! Give me the phone!" He stood still, holding his cell just above his head. Rory stood on her tip-toes, trying to reach it but with no success. Logan was laughing at her efforts.

"Come on, Ace. You look hot. You gotta help a guy out here. I'm going to be spending the next three days on my own in that lonely hotel room with no company. You gotta give me something to keep me satisfied."

"Logan!" Rory felt her face turn even redder if at all possible. However, by this time she wasn't sure whether it was through embarrassment or anger.

"Don't worry. This is for my eyes only." He tried to stop himself from laughing, but he couldn't help it. The look on her face was priceless.

"You are such a jerk!"

"Yeah and you are incredibly sexy when your angry. I guess I'll just have to remember to piss you off more often." He arched his eyebrows suggestively, only accentuating his devastating smile. Rory rolled her eyes, trying to make out that he wasn't affecting her, while deep down, her body was screaming.

"I'll see you in my dreams, Ace." He told her, his beautiful, brown eyes sparkling. Just like that, he was gone. She frowned, sighing heavily. As she thought over his words, she couldn't help herself. A huge smile grew on her face.

No matter how hard she fought it, she knew deep down that she was falling for Logan Huntzberger. Playboy extraordinaire.