Hey everybody, Lindsay here. I'm such a horrible person for not updating this story, but now, I am back. takes a bow So, here we go again...

Disclaimer – once again, i own nothing but the random ramblings in my random mind.

Offering your Services? Dirty!

Four jaws dropped to the floor simultaneously. The Australian was the first to recover.

"I'm sorry, darlings, but from the thirty seconds i've known you, you can forgive me for being a tad bit surprised at the sisters revelation," he said. Rory and Paris burst out laughing.

"Sorry, I guess I worded that wrong. Paris and I are practically sisters," Rory explained. This somewhat helped the expressions of the four stunned members of the group, but not very much. "Paris's parents have been on a permanent vacation in the Caribbean for six years so far. Paris and I were already best friends when they began to plan their move. Pear didn't want to leave, her parents didn't want her to go, and Mom wanted her to stay. The obvious solution was for Paris to move in with us permanently, so she did. That was six years ago, and we were ten." At this point, Paris decided to take over.

"It only took me about two weeks to settle in to their house, since I had been sleeping over every weekend since we were in second grade. My parents tried the best they could, but they were more cut out for the Caribbean than for a kid. They visit every Christmas, and stay at the local inn for two weeks, expenses paid, since Mom owns the place." Paris said.

"That explains almost everything. But why do you call her mom?" Logan asked.

"Because she legally is my mom. My parents transferred parental rights over to her a year after they left. Said they liked the Caribbean too much to come back, and asked Lorelai to take me permanently. She said yes, and they transferred rights and custody over to her," Paris answered. Logan nodded, the confusion having been cleared up at least in his own head. As everyone knows, that's all that matters. The others looked rather like they had just woken up from a very deep sleep. Sleeping Beauty, would be the analogy, except Colin could no more be called a beauty than an old stump on the side of the road, scarred by the lighting and by the cigarettes of many a passerby. The blonde girl suddenly realized that the two girls only knew the names of Logan and Colin, and decided that it was very rude to have kept them in the dark as to the rest of the group's wonderful personality and utter drunkenness.

"Well, so far you only know Logan 'Heir' Huntzburger and Colin 'Stick-up-his-Ass' McCray, so allow the rest of us to introduce ourselves before you run away screaming from their atrocious manners and hair gel." Rory and Paris burst out laughing as Logan and Colin both simultaneously pulled one of Stephanie's pigtails. She squealed and skipped a foot away, before running behind the Australian for protection. He chuckled and picked her up. She continued talking.

"As I was saying before I was attacked, We still need to make some introductions. My name is Stephanie Vanderbilt, and this handsome Australian holding me is..."

"Finnigan Morgan, at your service, would either of you be happy dyeing your hair red?" he questioned. Logan, Colin and Stephanie groaned, but Paris giggled and whispered something in Rory's ear. She began to laugh as well, and Finn began to wonder what was so hilarious about his introduction. His confusion was cleared up by the next words out of Rory's mouth.

"Our service? That sounds rather dirty, I don't believe that this institution we call school is in favor of those types of things. But if you insist, take me now!" she yelled, loud enough for the entire hall to hear, although no one was paying attention. Finn blushed, and everyone laughed.

"Sorry," Rory said, "We have our mothers genes. And our mothers Jeans, but we can't wear them because of this atrocious uniform." This gave Logan an opportunity to bring something up he had been wondering about.

"Well, you weren't exactly in uniform when you arrived. Care to explain to us why you arrived in Juicy Couture shorts?" Logan asked, smirking. Rory and Paris looked at each other and Paris started to explain.

"Our friend Jess had a Fast and the Furious marathon last night, and this morning was driving much too fast around a curve, causing us to spill our coffees on our skirts. We had shorts in our bags, so we changed into them in the car, and when we got here we put our extra skirts on over them. I still can't believe we didn't realize that he was watching it, our town is tiny." Paris said. Rory nodded her head in agreement. Logan opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the bell ringing. Rory and Paris grabbed their books off the bench and rushed into the classroom, Stephanie, Finn, and Colin following quickly. Logan picked up his books and walked into the classroom calmly, grabbing the seat between Rory and Stephanie.

As the teacher began to call roll, Logan calmly opened his notebook. He tore out a piece of paper and scribbled a quick note on it. He then slid it onto Rory's desk. She looked down at it and glanced over, unfolding the piece of paper.

"Is anything going on with this Jess guy?" Rory blushed, and scribbled a reply on the paper. She discreetly passed it over to him, and he opened it.

"No. Now pay attention, the teacher is passing out the syllabus." He looked up, and sure enough, their teacher was passing stacks of paper down each row of seats. Logan paid attention for long enough to pass the papers to Finn, who was sitting behind them, then started drawing on a new piece of paper. After about five minutes, he glanced over to Rory. She was diligently reading the syllabus, highlighting what seemed to be every other word, and looking to her left at Paris every few seconds. Logan tore off a side of his paper, swearing this would be the last note.

"Why are you so worried about Paris?" He scribbled. He threw it onto her desk, and she glared at him as she opened it. She read it and sighed, and scribbled an answer on the back. She passed it to him, and he opened it.

"She gets panic attacks a lot on the first day of school. I have to pay attention or she'll pass out without anyone noticing. She tries to be quiet even though it makes people not notice so they can't help. Now let me highlight!" Logan laughed silently, but found himself checking on Paris every so often, trying to make sure nothing was wrong. A few minutes later, he passed Rory one final piece of paper. She opened it silently, and smiled over at him.

Drawn on it was a geometric flower. Floating around the flower were what seemed to be cherubs and angels, their wings seeming to glitter. Suddenly, they both heard a quiet gasp from Rory's left. They both looked over, and Paris was breathing heavily. She fell out of her chair, and Rory and Logan jumped up. This caused the teacher to stop talking.

"Get the nurse!" Logan yelled, while Rory ran around the desks to check on Paris. She had passed out on the floor. The other students were staring at her, doing absolutely nothing. "Go get the nurse!!!" Logan yelled again, causing everyone to jump, and the teacher to go running out to find the nurse. He looked over to see Rory talking quietly to Paris.

"Come on Pear, wakey wakey. It's only the first class of the day, don't go freaking out now, come on. You are going to do great today if you just calm down. You don't want to have to miss the rest of the day, do you?" Rory whispered. At this, she saw Paris's eyes start to flutter open. Then the nurse came running into the room, the teacher following close behind. Rory was helping Paris stand up, and the nurse came over.

"What happened here?" she asked. Rory explained how Paris had panic attacks on the first day of school, and the nurse nodded. "She'll be fine to stay for the rest of the day, but hun, get a hot bath tonight and go to bed early, we don't want any more of these to happen!" Paris nodded, and sat back down in her chair. The nurse left, and the teacher started talking again. By this point, it was the end of the period. The bell rang, and everyone left the classroom.

AN. This is not the ending I wanted, but for the sake of putting up another chapter, I'll just stop it there. It was one of my New Year's Resolutions to update this story more often, so I finished this chapter up (finally finally!) and here it is. Once again, not as good of an ending as I would have liked, and not as long as I would have liked, but I'm posting it anyway.