A/N: wow! thanks for the response to this one! it made my day, really. i didnt expect this up so soon, seeing as im trying to take my time with this and fully develop a plot. so far, all i have is a summer down in the bahamas and a sort of love-hate relationship between rory and logan. thats all ill say for now. anyways, this one sort of jumps around a few times...but hopefully its easy to follow? and sorry about having to repost it. i had it up but then noticed some mistakes that i overlooked, so i reposted it. but tell me what you think. enjoy and review.

Chapter 2

"Finn, I told you, I can't let you break into the bar. Other legal customers drink that stuff. If I let you have a free-for-all, what are we left with?"

Rory was arguing with Finn at the front desk, the second day of his and his friends' stay.

"Well, love, you will have not only my friendship, but the friendship of my good friends Logan and Colin."

Her eyes flickered past Finn's shoulder to the two guys standing behind him. She shrugged, unimpressed. "Nope."

"Hey!" One of them said, a dark haired, brown-eyed guy. "Who's that girl?" he asked, pointing to Steph, who was eating a stick of celery, laughing with Lorelai about something or other.

Finn clapped him on the shoulder, "Colin, good luck, mate."

"Look, I'd love to continue this, but you are holding up the other guests." She pointed to the slowly growing line behind them, and Finn shrugged.

"I'll be back," Colin said, not-so-stealthily walking in the general direction Steph had walked off in.

"Oh! A redhead!" Finn called. A young redhead turned around as he ran up to her, "Tell me, love, do you believe in fate?"

Rory was left with the blonde haired one, who was on his cell phone, arguing with someone. He looked at her briefly, holding up his finger in the "one minute" motion. She sighed and pulled up solitaire on the desk computer, already tired of waiting for this guy to get done.

After a few heated protests and harsh words that Rory chose to be deaf to, he finally snapped his flip phone shut.

He ran a hand over his face, "Can you tell me where the nearest bar is?"

"Just step outside. You'll find one."

"I really don't have time for this."

"And I do? I can honestly tell you that you just single-handedly, I might add, held up the line and forced Steph to open the other side of the desk to let people check in!"

"That's what its there for, isn't it?"

"Go find your bar. Take your Australian with you."

"Nothing like good customer service."

"Fill out a comment card if you have a problem." She smiled sweetly at the next guest as he walked away, "Hi, sorry about the wait. What can I do for you?"

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"Well, that girl was a bitch," Logan said tiredly, sliding into the booth which he, like Rory had said, easily found by simply walking out of the inn, out onto the busy street.

Follow people and you'll most likely find a bar.

"Which one?" Finn asked distractedly as he surveyed the bar for local redheads.

"The receptionist, who do you think?"

"Rory? Nah, she's an angel, mate. You caught her bad side apparently."

"Coming from the guy who was trying to convince her to unlock the bar storage area for him, which she refused to do, by the way."

"You need to lighten up, Logan," Colin said, not moving his eyes from the Luna's Bar and Grill table menu. "We just graduated from high school and are now here, on this beautiful island, for the next three months."

"Wow, about to start writing poetry there, Colin?" Logan snapped, rolling his eyes.

"Look, all I'm saying is that we should appreciate what little freedom we have left before Yale. That's all."

Logan stood up abruptly from his side of the booth, and he simply walked away, leaving Finn and Colin confused as to what had just taken place.

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Rory was working the front desk that night, open for late arrivals and tourists who wanted to experience the nightlife and couldn't quite remember which room was theirs. She was going through the computer files, trying to figure out just how many late-night stragglers she should be expecting.

This was when Logan Huntzberger entered, unbeknownst to her.

He slipped in quietly through the glass doors, looking around in case Colin or Finn was out looking for him. It was three AM, after all.

He was so busy looking around, in fact, that he tripped over a flower pot, flying face first to the floor. He looked up to see the girl working at the front desk, laughing at him, her hand not-so-ladylike cupped over her mouth.

She stood smiling brightly, completely unbiased from his behavior to her, "Graceful."

"I was, uh, just seeing who was out."

She nodded in mock understanding, "Uh uh, at three in the morning?"

"Welcome to the city that...never sleeps."

"Try New York," she said, her eyes flittering back to the computer screen. He came and stood in front of her, his elbows on the counter, hands folded in front.

"I don't think we have been introduced."

"No, but I know Finn."

"Ah, yes, Finn. He said you're an angel. I, on the other hand, beg to differ."

"You weren't exactly Mr. Sunshine either."

"Well, I'm Logan."

"Rory."

He looked around the lobby carefully, "And you work out here all by yourself?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Is that a problem?"

"Couldn't it be dangerous?"

"Only with rich frat boys like you running around. Believe me, I've been doing this since I was fifteen. It's not dangerous."

"Hey, you don't know me. I'm not even in college yet, give me three months, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be the frat boy."

"I didn't know that McDonald's offered fraternities. Hmm, maybe I should reevaluate my career choice. Do you think they offer sororities as well?" she asked sarcastically.

"You know, I could judge you as a stuck-up rich beach bimbo."

"Yeah, except for the fact that I can form sentences."

"One of your more attributing qualities."

Her cerulean eyes flared with annoyance, and Logan smirked. Of course, he had only said that to get her mad. She had many other nice qualities. He took the time where she had gone back to being stubborn, staring at her computer screen, to actually see who he had just been arguing with.

The first thing he noticed was her face. She was naturally beautiful, but not superficially. She was a classic beauty with defined cheekbones and porcelain skin. She had bright blue eyes that often shone, whether it be with amusement or annoyance, both of which he saw that night.

She had on a white halter sundress, giving her both comfort and class by the looks of it, and her hair was down, curling slightly to her shoulders. She was not like the regular girls he picked up back home in Hartford. For one, she was brunette, not blonde. She could actually talk, making not only sentences, but clever ones. It was weird having to be on his toes around a girl because she may have been wittier than he.

"Do you need something, or are you just going to stare at me all night?" Her voice made him jump and he noticed that he had been openly staring at her.

He smirked, "Would that bother you?"

She sighed, "Go away, Logan. I'm tired and I have to work for the next three hours. Your company isn't really helping, and that's sad because I just met you."

As a recently married, honeymooning, by the looks of it, couple filtered into the lobby, he moved to the side of the desk so he could still talk to her.

She smiled at the pair as they walked up to her, asking them their name and how many rooms, all routine. She handed them their keys and they ambled off, eager to find the honeymoon suite they had booked.

"I hate couples like that," she mumbled.

"Like what?" She jumped and looked beside her, her nose scrunched in annoyance.

"Couples like…that!" she said, pointing to the elevator they had just stepped onto.

"Married ones?"

"Recently married ones. They act al lovey-dovey, and when they walk in here twisted in each other's arms, it's not like people don't know what they're going to be doing. It just makes it all uncomfortable."

"Did you not have the sex-ed talk, Rory?"

She threw a pencil at him. "I did, thank you very much."

"Then you should know that relations between a man and his wife are completely normal."

She simply glared. "Like I said before, go away. I don't like you. You bother me."

"Well, I bet that by the end of my stay here, in the middle of August, you'll be whistling a different tune."

"You'll be sorely disappointed."

He simply smirked, his hands in his pockets as he walked off towards the elevator, in a much better mood than when he arrived.