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A/N: Seriously people, would it kill you to review my stories? I know that its my own fault to post so closely, but my mind is just overflowing with ideas and I need to get everything typed before I forget all my brilliant ideas.
So please R&R, if you do, I will love you and kiss you, and better yet, write more!
P.S. It has been brought to my attention that the two girls acted much too much mature in the last chapter. I realize that. It really won't continue for the rest of the story. That was just a little bit to inspire understanding of the family. Just pretend for a minute!
Life Out Of Order
"Finn, man! I need to talk to you!" Logan walked up to Finn, who was not surprisingly standing by the bar.
"What's up mate?"
Logan was shocked to realize that he still seemed relatively sober. "Its about Lorelei Leigh Gilmore-Hayden. Why didn't you tell me you were such good friends with her. It would have saved me a lot of trouble, and I wouldn't have had to go to the YDN and get yelled at by that Doyle guy. The stick up his ass is even farther than Colin's, and that Paris chick scares the crap out of me."
"You get used to Paris. She's insane, and she takes quite a bit of getting used to, but you do. She really is a good person beneath the scary bitch façade. As for Lorelei Leigh Gilmore-Hayden, as you so affectionately call her, she's—"
Finn was interrupted by a very energetic little girl, "Finny!!" She ran to him and Finn bent down to gather her up in his arms. "Oh, Finny, tonight has been the best ever. I was talking to some of Gramps's friends and then this man came up, and I just kept talking and then he asked me some questions, and then he told me he was Mitchum Huntzberger. He was the bestest ever, and he told me he was impresseded. And Nana gave me lots of coffee when mom wasn't looking, and she didn't know that Trissy gaved me some And I got some from Pop and Grams and Gramps and Grandma and Grandpa, and mommy gave me some before we came because I wouldn't stop asking."
Logan stood in shock. Who was this little girl that was talking so energetically and Finn was paying extremely close attention to? She was adorable, there was no argument. She had curly brown hair and big blue eyes that looked oddly familiar. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang out,
"Lorelei Falon Alana Gilmore-Hayden the fourth exactly how many cups of coffee have you had this evening?" The voice was authoritative and strict, but Logan realized there was something slightly familiar about it. Looking up, he saw Rory.
"Rory?"
"Mommy! I was story telling to Unky Finny. You always say not to interrupt!"
"Falon. Please calm down. It is way past your bed time and I don't want you to be cranky tomorrow." Rory responded. She remained concentrated on her daughter, but sent covert, side long glances as Logan all the while.
Finn noticed, "Love, how bout I put baby doll to bed? What do you say sweets, I promise to tell you the best bed time story you've ever heard!"
Falon nodded her head excitedly, "Yay!!"
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"So…" Logan said hesitantly. This was a situation he had never experienced before. Here was this girl he had been planning to have sex with, and it turned out that she was an eighteen year old with a toddler. Not something he had been expecting. Ever.
"Um, yeah. That was my daughter, Falon. Hey, I was planning on leaving right now anyway. I just have to say good bye to everyone. We could talk or something?
"Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan.
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Logan watched Rory dart around the busy party. She first embraced the Haydens, telling them that if Falon came home with a pony the next day, she would never speak to them again. She then sought out Janlan DuGrey, hugged him and told him that she would call the next time she could bring Falon over. Logan was confused because he wasn't sure of the connection she had with the DuGrey, but decided to think about it later. She said goodbye to the Gilmores, and Logan took the advantage to complement them on the party.
Rory eagerly ran up to a woman in her thirties, which was Logan's best guess, and they chattered happily. She mentioned something about babysitting, and then hugged the man who appeared to be the woman's husband.
After many goodbyes to many other adults, Rory found a group of three girls. Two were brunettes with blue eyes that looked very alike and like Rory and the third was the blond haired green eyed girl that had called Straub "grandpa" so affectionately.
"Hey Gigi, Fal, Ella! Girls I'm going home, kay? Ella you and Gigi are coming to stay with us tomorrow night, your parents are letting you stay with your very favorite sister and your cousin, how does that sound?" The girls giggled excitedly. "Fal, sweetheart I thought Finn had already put you to bed, or will grandpa be doing that? Anyway, behave while you are with your grandparents tomorrow, and remember to say please and thank you." Rory embraced all three girls and straightened up, "Are you ready to go?"
"Ah, yeah!" Logan had been trying to figure this girl out. How she ended up with a daughter, how she apparently had two sisters that were her daughter's age. How she was best friends with Finn and they had never really heard about her until she showed up at Yale to spin his life off its axis.
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"So, I realize this is a lot to take in right now."
"Yeah sort of." Logan conceded. There was no way he was going to admit how flabbergasted he really was.
"Well as you probable understood by now, Falon is my daughter. Georgia, otherwise known as Gigi is my sister—my dad's daughter and Lorella, Ella I mean is my mom and Luke's daughter."
"Oh."
"You've probably heard of me. I'm the scandal, at least I was until those three came along. My parents were sixteen when my mom got pregnant, and they didn't get married. And then a few years ago my dad got his girlfriend knocked up and my mom and her fiancée ended up pregnant and this was all around the time I found out I was pregnant. So here we are, almost three years later."
"Oh, wow."
There was silence in the car. Logan just didn't know what to say, and Rory didn't want to push him. After a few minutes Logan turned on the radio to some rock music. If it was possible, the silence became even more deafening. The sound of the music accentuated how silent they both were.
Soon, Logan drove up to Rory's apartment building. "So here we are." Logan stated, he didn't know exactly what to say.
"Yeah. Listen, Logan. This isn't exactly how I intended to tell you I had a daughter. Its not that I'm ashamed of her. Fal is the best part of my life, its that most people assume that I'm some kind of slut, and I'm not. It was my first time, and the condom broke. That was it. And I just,. I needed time."
"I understand. Hey Rory, would you like to go out with me sometime?" Logan didn't know what he was saying. This could get complicated, and messy, really, really fast. He didn't do messy. He didn't date girls that expected something other than sex. But there was something about Rory, she enraptured him, he wanted to get to know her better.
"Logan, you really don't need to ask me out on some kind of pity date. I realize that Falon makes everything complicated. I know that I'm probably not really going to meet anyone while I'm at college. I've accepted that. And I like you, I really do. And I'd like to be your friend, but if you think that you have to take me out because you feel bad then—"
"Rory, Rory, seriously. I'm not asking you out because of pity. I know that its hard because you have a kid, but I like you. So, just let me take you out, I promise I are am not that bad of a guy. And if you don't feel comfortable going out with just me, than we can make it like a group thing. I promise, I don't expect anything, just come out."
"Oh, well, okay maybe. When?"
"I was thinking tomorrow night. We can go to the pub so it'll still be casual and everything."
"That's nice Logan, but I promised my mom that I would baby-sit Lorella and Gigi was going to come over too."
"Oh, well can't you get your dad to baby-sit, just for a few hours?" Logan didn't know why he was so eager to go out with her, but something gave him the feeling that if he didn't get her out on a date soon, then he never would get her. She was too nervous for her own good, and the less time she had to freak out the better.
He would have to take it slow with her. Do some research. He would have to ask Finn everything he know about this mysterious girl with a baby and a life he couldn't even begin to understand.
"Um, well I guess. So I'll see you tomorrow, around eight thirty?" Rory was looking for an assurance, some kind of confirmation.
"Yeah, sure, I'll see you tomorrow Rory. Do you want to meet there, or should I pick you up?"
"We'll meet there." At that point, the doorman came over and opened the door for her.
"Hello miss Rory, how has your evening been?"
