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Meeting My Celeb Crush

Chapter 3: Rory? Logan? FINN!

As we continue our story today we find ourselves in beautiful Italy. Rory is finally able to relax. Modeling as always made her feel more comfortable, and she can't wait for this afternoon. Logan, too, is bursting with anticipation. So much so, that his friends are starting to get slightly irritated with him. (I probably would too.)

-- Rory --

So I've decided that this is by far my most favorite shoot I've been on. Don't get me wrong, they're all fun, but this, this one has to be the best. About three months ago I got a personal call from Gianni Versace. (Yeah, I know. Cool right?) Apparently, I've become his latest muse and inspired his entire recent line.

Now, you're probably wondering, "You haven't even gotten to the shoot yet and already you are declaring it as your favorite?" Yeah, I am. Because not only did I inspire the whole line, but Gianni has put me up in one of Italy's finest hotels, and is picking up my tab for the entire time I'm here. Not that I couldn't afford to do this all myself. I have more than enough to do so. Of course, I have no problem with doing things this way. In fact, I prefer it. Who wouldn't?

Hm, I feel like I'm missing something. Unpacked? Check. Contacted Gianni? Check. Had plenty of delicious Italian coffee? Well you can never have enough of that. Called the parents? Oh crud.

Mom told me she'd be unreachable all morning and to leave a message, but crap, I forgot to call dad. Oh no. Last time I forgot to tell him I made it overseas safely, he flew over to make sure I was okay. He then proceeded to follow me around the entire time I was there to make sure I was okay and stayed out of trouble. Yeah, I really don't want that happening again. Better call him now before he calls his pilot.

"Hello?" Uh-oh. It's his frantic voice. That can't be good.

"Hi daddy."

"Hi daddy? HI DADDY?! You flew over to Italy and your plane was supposed to land three hours ago. So imagine my surprise when my daughter, who assured me over and over that she would call, never did. You are lucky you caught me, because I'm on my way to the airport now, and if I had flown over there-"

"I'm sorry daddy." Better cut off his rant now, because Lord knows with all the time he's spent with me and mom, he could continue babbling about my irresponsibility for hours.

"It's okay. I was just worried. I don't care how old you are, you're still my baby, and I still don't like you flying all around the world by yourself. A simple phone call is all I ask."

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that mom is going to be busy all morning so I wasn't planning on calling her until later and..."

"...and my call usually comes after Mom's. Check in with her, and then check in with me. I know." He finishes my sentence for me. Probably a result of how many times we've had to have this conversation.

"Now listen," he continues, "A friend of mine helped clear up those pregnancy and alcoholic rumors. His son is a huge fan of yours, so I agreed to arrange it so that he and his friends could meet you this week and spend some time at your shoot in exchange. I hope that's okay."

"Yeah daddy, that's fine. It's the least I could do for him since he cleared up those rumors for me."

The rest of the conversation flowed easily. Over the years my dad and I had gotten really close. Working alongside him at the firm has made me see that even though he wasn't there for me in the beginning, he was working to build a better life to give me for my future.

At the end of the call I made him promise to check in on mom sometime during the week. I know they both still have love for each other deep down, and if this whole thing with her and Luke doesn't work out, I hope they finally get their act together and just admit their feelings. Don't get me wrong, I've always been a big Luke supporter. However, if you combine how he's acting currently and every kid's dream that their parents will end up together, I wouldn't mind them finally reuniting.

-- Logan --

"Logan, I swear, if you don't stop shaking your leg, I'll make it so you have nothing left to shake!"

"I'm sorry Colin. I'm just too anxious to stay still. I can't believe it's happening, you know? I'm meeting Leigh Hayden this afternoon." She's all I've been able to talk about since I found out we were coming over here. And, judging from the looks on their faces at the moment, they're starting to get annoyed with me.

Steph, the mediator of the group, suggests we go to a cafe she saw while we were driving to the hotel. It's not like any of us will be able to sleep with all of the excitement about this afternoon, so we all readily agree.

It's a short walk, and a cute place. My mind wanders to Rory one we all get seated. I bet she'd love it here, being the coffee addict that she is. Whoa. Since when do I link Rory to things around me? Hm, probably because everything about her I link to Leigh, and Leigh is known to have an addiction to the brew as well.

-- Rory --

After the phone call with my dad, I decided to walk around the city a little. Italy is so beautiful, and I want to use any chance I have to explore.

A large sign I spot across the street catches my eye. A cafe, and by Gilmore time it's been far too long since I've had a good cup of coffee. I'm walking in as a group of four that look around my age are walking out. They're all taking about Leigh Hayden's upcoming shoot. A small smirk crosses my face as I hear them. I always like to hear what people say about Leigh.

A blond in the group catches my eye. He has an incredible resemblance to Logan. The hair, the eyes, that amazing smirk he has plastered on his face. Wow, it's almost uncanny, their similarities. Wait a minute…there's no way Logan is in Italy. I'm definitely going to have to take mom's advice and ask Logan out when I get back. Thinking that total stranger's are him is probably a good sign that I'm hopelessly falling for him.

-- Logan --

As we're walking out of the cafe I hear a muffled "excuse me" as a beautiful brunette tries to make her way around the four of us. As she passes by, I get a good look at her face. At first I think it's Leigh Hayden, but I play that off as my excitement to see her later. Taking a closer look, the girl looks more like Rory. But that doesn't make sense, Rory in Italy? No, it must just be another sign of how I'm falling for her. Maybe once we get back to Connecticut I'll ask her out.

That is if Leigh and I don't ride off into the sunset first. Because let's face it, no women has ever been able to resist my charm. The way I see it, we are meant for each other. It's guaranteed she's going to like me. Right?

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Now I could be really mean and leave it off right there and make you wait another chapter for them to meet. Luckily for you, I feel nice today. This doesn't happen very often, so I'll embrace it.

-- Rory --

The shoot is finally here. I'm nearly bursting with excitement as I sit in the make-up chair. My mind slips to wondering about the guests my dad arranged to come see me. I don't mind that they are coming; I really do appreciate one of the boy's father clearing up the pregnancy mess for me.

I hear the door to my dressing room open and all of them come in. However my back is to them, and the make up artist is blocking my view in the mirror, so I can't see them right away.

When my make up is finished I turned in my chair to greet them. The sight before me is definitely something I didn't expect.

"Logan?!" My mind does a double take.

"Rory?!"

"FINN!" We all turn our heads to look over at Finn, everyone slightly confused by his outburst. He shrugs. "Sorry I was feeling left out. Now tell us love, what are you doing here?"

"I'm...well…I'm...uh, you see-"

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I know, I know. I'm awful right? I said I was feeling nice, not generous. Looks like Rory and Logan really weren't hallucinating this morning in the cafe, were they?

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