Thank you all so much for reviewing! I am totally overwhelmed with the success of this story! And to think, I wrote the first chapter just for fun! Haha.
I have a couple things to say/address: 1) Yes, I have a plot for this. Be patient... It's only the fourth chapter.. I'm slowly easing into it. 2) For all you flamers out there you know who you are, thank you for your feedback... but don't be so mean!! you can just say you don't like it. you don't have to go on a huge rant. I'll still get your point if you simply give me some constructive criticism. But it's my story, and if you don't like how the characters are written... tough tittie.
And yes, I will make this long. It takes me a bit longer to put out chapters, cause I want them to be perfect and long and pretty. but I noticed that the formatting got all screwy in chapter 3... I'll try to make it better in this one. I try to make my chapters as long as possible, for your enjoyment, of course. I love the feedback I'm getting! thank you!
Logan leaned against the wall, not really paying attention to the book he was 'reading'. He checked his watch, then looked down the hallway. No sign of Finn. He sighed and slid down the wall into a sitting position. Logan checked his watch again. He then heard loud footsteps coming up the hall.
"Hell, why is there nowhere to park in this bloody place?" Finn grumbled.
"Our dorm is ten minutes away. You could have just walked." Logan laughed, getting to his feet.
"Walking is for the poor and health-conscious." Finn scoffed.
"Right," Logan laughed. "Come inside. But be quiet. Rory can't know you're here."
"With you cooking, that's highly unlikely." Finn pointed out.
"Ah, my friend, that's where you come into the picture." Logan smiled.
"I'm not doing all the work.. What are you supposed to be making?" Finn inquired.
"Kraft Dinner."
"What?"
"Kraft. Dinner."
"You're telling me that you are not able to make Kraft Dinner?" Finn said, scandalised.
"I tried once... The results weren't good." Logan hung his head, laughing slightly.
"You're pathetic." Finn scrunched his face.
Logan shrugged and quietly led Finn into the suite. Finn rocked on his heels and looked around.
"Nice digs... Just wondering, have you and lovely Rory had sex anywhere in this main room? Because I would like to sit down." Finn asked as he inspected the couch.
"Just the bedroom. You're safe... For now." Logan added with a smirk as he shoved the box of KD into Finn's hands. Finn sat down on the couch.
"Alright. Get out a pot. And some salt." Finn instructed as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.
Logan did as he was told, then stood awkwardly in front of the stove, holding the items. He looked at Finn, waiting for his next instructions.
"Fill the pot with six cups of water... Measuring cups in a drawer probably. Then add a pinch of salt. Then boil the water." Finn continued.
Logan nodded, a little unsure, and followed the instructions as Finn dictated to him. Soon enough, Kraft Dinner sat on the stove in a pot.
"I did it. I finally achieved the impossible. I am now perfect." Logan stared at the meal, amazed.
Finn snickered, "Yeah, Logan. You are now the perfect man. Marry me, Logan Huntzberger!"
"I thought you'd never ask!" Logan put the back of his hand to his forehead and sighed in a girly way.
Just as the men leaned in for a 'kiss', Rory opened her bedroom door and stepped into the common room. Her book dropped to the floor with a thud.
"What are you doing?" Rory asked, her mouth wide open.
"We're engaged," Finn said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Logan, what's Finn doing here?" Rory smirked and picked up her fallen book.
"He's... uh... I'm teaching him how to make Kraft Dinner!" Logan stuttered.
"Liar." Finn muttered under his breath.
Logan coughed and elbowed Finn in the side. Finn bit his lip and fell silent.
"Right... Well would Finn like to stay for lunch?" Rory glanced at Finn.
"Sure," Logan elbowed him again, "I mean definitely not. No."
"Well that's too bad. Can't you stay a bit longer?" Rory asked with a pout.
"I really should be going... I have to go and buy some... salsa. We're running low on the salsa." Finn struggled to find an excuse.
Rory smiled and nodded, "It was nice to see you, I hope you can cook KD now. Bye, Finn."
Finn nodded and exited the suite. Rory turned to Logan.
"I thought you couldn't cook?" Rory asked, suspicious.
"Ah, well you see, the only meal I can actually prepare is Kraft Dinner." Logan fibbed easily.
"Well it's a good skill to have. Shall we eat?" Rory motioned to the pot on the stove.
Logan scooped the macaroni into two bowls and brought them to the table, along with forks. Rory eagerly took a bite. Her face twisted into a grimace.
"It tastes funny... it tastes like burnt meatloaf tacos." Rory settled on a taste.
Logan thought for a moment, then prayed that Rory's french wasn't up to snuff, "I added a rare french spice called... Champ de.. pamplemousse."
"I've never heard of that spice." Rory thought aloud.
"That's because it's rare." Logan nodded.
"Hm." Rory continued to eat the meal.
Logan looked on, smiling. He thought about how lucky he was to have found a girl, no, a woman like Rory. Sure, she hadn't liked him that much when they had first met, but look at Ryan Philippe and Reese Witherspoon and see how that turned out for them. But it's not like Logan was looking for a wife. He was only twenty one, definitely not ready for marriage... Logan realised his thoughts were getting too carried away, so he spoke.
"You know, you don't have to eat it if you don't like it."
"I never said that I didn't like it."
"You implied that you didn't like it when you grimaced and said it tastes funny."
"You assume way too much. We Gilmore's will eat almost anything."
"That's good to know, especially if you're expecting me to cook for you again."
Rory smiled coyly and ate the last of the pasta in her bowl. She sighed happily and rubbed her stomach.
"Yum."
Logan chuckled and scooted his chair so he was next to her. He proceeded to lean over, close enough to Rory's ear to make her shiver involuntarily.
"You look like a hamster when you eat. It's cute." Logan whispered.
Rory turned a deep shade of pink and leaned back in her chair. "No I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No I don't."
"When have you watched yourself eat?"
"I watch myself eat all the time, and I don't look like a hamster."
"Yes, you do." His voice was lower and hoarser this time.
"Mean." Rory stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.
Logan nearly jumped her right there at the sight of her childish act. It was so juvenile yet so sexy at the same time. Rory must have heard the hitch in his breathing because she slowly turned to look at him, her eyes angry and passionate. Their eyes connected and they stared for what seemed like an eternity. Rory found herself melting away, and slowly leaning towards Logan.
"I don't." She whispered before her lips met Logan's.
Their kiss was slow and tender, but as Logan pulled Rory to straddle him, it turned hot, wild and passionate. Her hands delved under his shirt and his endlessly roamed her body. Rory's tongue roughly probed his as she grabbed his neck to bring him closer. She started to feel the effect she was having on him, and she ground her hips against his. Logan groaned loudly and started to nip and suck at her soft, pale neck. Rory threw her head back and moaned softly, setting a steady rhythm to their grinding. Logan paused what he was doing and closed his eyes, taking in what she was making him feel. He swiftly groped Rory's butt to intensify the feeling.
"Jesus!" Paris dropped all of her books on the floor.
"Paris!" Rory's eyes went wide and she started to blush.
"Miss Gellar. How nice of you to.. stop by." Logan grinned. He was still pinned down by Rory.
"What the hell are you doing? I eat breakfast there. That's my chair. Gross." Paris collected her books, glaring at the couple. "Where's the Lysol?"
"Paris... You don't need to disinfect the chair." Rory rolled her eyes and got off of Logan's lap. Logan quickly covered himself with his hands.
"I think the disinfection is very necessary. Who knows where he's been?" Paris pointed at Logan.
"Hey! That was totally uncalled for!" Logan protested.
"Tell me I'm wrong." Paris challenged.
Logan was silent.
"See? He's a skank-chasing booty caller." Paris accused. She began to search through the cupboards. "Where the hell is the Lysol?"
"Paris, I don't appreciate you airing out all of Logan's dirty laundry when I'm standing right here." Rory warned her friend.
"My laundry is hardly dirty." Logan defended.
"Whatever. Don't have sex on my personal property." Paris walked over to the chair, pushed Logan off it, then dragged it to her room, slamming the door and locking it.
"She's crazy." Logan stared after Paris, bewildered.
"She's Paris. Hey, we'd better get back to the newspaper. Doyle's gonna pop a blood vessel if we're out for more than an hour and a half." Rory straightened her clothing and fixed her hair.
"Although that would be quite amusing, I agree. Shall I escort you?" Logan held out his arm.
"Well thank you, kind sir." Rory curtseyed.
"Speaking of... My father was kind enough to sponsor a local production of Romeo and Juliet, and the company gave him a pair of tickets to opening night on Saturday. He's out of town for the week, so... would you care to accompany me?" Logan asked, slightly timid.
Rory smiled as she led them out the door, "Romeo and Juliet? I'm there."
"Wonderful." Logan placed a gentle kiss on her soft cheek.
Rory smiled and snuggled closer to Logan as they made their way back to the newspaper office.
His hand gently crept up her thigh. She swatted it away, blushing.
"Not here." Rory whispered, so the driver wouldn't hear.
"He can't see us. Tinted window. See, it goes up." Logan pressed the button and the dark glass separated the driver and the couple. He then proceeded to run his hand up her other thigh.
"You pig." Rory smacked his arm again and crossed her arms over her chest.
Logan smirked and sat back in his seat.
"What?" Rory was annoyed.
"Hm?"
"You're staring. Stop."
"My my aren't we touchy tonight?"
"I'm not a piece of meat, Logan."
"Now why would you say such a thing?"
"Can you think of no reason?"
"Frankly, no."
Rory sighed and closed her eyes.
"You're mean."
Logan smirked and took Rory's hand in his. "Thank you."
Rory glared at him, but made no move to take her hand back. Momentarily, the tinted glass slid down and the driver announced that they had arrived at the theater.
"These are amazing seats!" Rory gushed as they sat down, front row, centre.
"It's always the best for a Huntzberger." Logan said truthfully. "You have no idea what my name can do."
Rory smiled and leaned her head on Logan's shoulder. They sat in silence until the lights dimmed and the curtain opened. The play began with two rather large men stepping onto the stage and singing the prologue... They were definitely not singers. Act one was relatively painless, but Rory and Logan both dreaded the balcony scene which was coming up.
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon...."
The actor playing Romeo used a clearly fake and quite terrible British accent, and was about thirty pounds overweight; the sight of him in tights was not appealing. He said his soliloquy as he stomped around the stage dramatically.
"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Juliet's voice was shrill and very high pitched. The actress threw herself around the set balcony as if she were having an epileptic seizure. Rory and Logan shared a disapproving look, then burst into a fit of laughter.
"How rude." The woman behind them scoffed.
Rory and Logan quickly excused themselves and hurried to the lobby where they collapsed in a heap, laughing hysterically.
"That... was...so....amazingly...terrible." Rory fought to catch her breath.
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" Logan imitated Romeo perfectly, which only set them off again, laughing uncontrollably.
Through their laughing, they managed to make it out to the parking lot where the chauffeur was waiting patiently. He looked up from his newspaper, startled, as the couple piled into the car, tears streaming down their faces.
"Sir?" The chauffeur questioned.
"Where to, Juliet?" Logan laughed.
"Ooh! I know!" She leaned up and whispered something into the driver's ear. He nodded and closed the glass window.
"Where are we going?" Logan raised an eyebrow.
"You'll see." The car began to move.
About half an hour later, Logan looked out the window to see a huge sign that read:
WELCOME TO STAR'S HOLLOW
Oooh! A mini-cliffie! What's going to happen? Oooooh!
By the way... I obviously don't own Romeo and Juliet. They belong to the very dead Bill Shakespeare.