Sorry about the delay, Word didn't save what I typed last night so I had to rewrite it, but honestly I'm happy I did. I didn't like the way I was rushing it before. but here it is, sorry for the very long delay.
Chapter Eleven.
Logan's phone vibrated in his bag, he put it in there and forgot about it when he had finished packing it, and still hadn't checked it. Logan never checked his phone, ever since he was in high school and got his first one he learned that if he checked his phone he would be sure to have a message from his father.
"Logan, Logan, get up, your phone is vibrating." Rory poked his face. "Logan."
"No, go back to sleep." He said, putting the pillow over his head.
"Logan, go get your phone!" She said stealing the pillow.
"I hate you." Logan said, and threw the blanket off of himself. His phone was somewhere in his bag and it was flashing.
He had seven voice mails, and thirteen missed calls. He went outside to listen to his voicemails first, allowing Rory to go back to sleep.
"Logan, its Lorelai, call me back as soon as you get this." The next four were similar, same words, but her voice sounded stressed and scared as she went on.
"Logan, its your father. I know you're supposed to be going somewhere for a few weeks, but I need you in the office this week. I know you won't call me back, but you will be home by tomorrow at two. You will be." Logan pressed seven to delete it, like always.
"Logan, dear, your father is a little upset that you're not home yet, call me back." Shira said.
And the last was another frantic Lorelai, but this time she said that if I didn't call back that she was going to fly out and find us.
"Logan." Lorelai said after Logan called her. He was so confused on what was going on, he thought that something happened to Richard or Emily, or Luke.
"Lorelai, yeah it's Logan. What's going on?" Logan asked.
"Where are you, exactly, I need address, hotel room, state, town, country. Everything."
"We're in Columbus, Ohio, 7083 West Main street; room number one-oh-three. Why, whats going on?" He asked more confused than before.
"I called my mother and father and they agreed that Rory isn't sa3fe, I know you guys would never let anything happen to her, its not that I don't trust you, or them, its just that as her mother I need to know she's safe at all time. So my mother hired a body guard. He's going to basically follow you guys around at all times, stay at the same hotels, go to the same things you do, so if you buy anything that needs a ticket or something buy one extra. You can tell the other's, just not Rory. She would murder me if she found out that I did this. He should show up to the hotel tonight, I'll text you when I find out if he's there or not. Don't leave until he's there."
"Lorelai, are you sure that this is necessary?" Logan asked.
"Let me ask you one thing, has she had a nightmare about it yet?"
"Yeah, she's had three so far. One last night, one on the road trip and a few hours ago."
"It's necessary. Rory's freaking out about it, I'm taking care of my daughter as best I can when she's away from me."
"Logan, are you coming back to sleep?" Rory asked from the door way.
"Yeah, I'm just talking to my father, I'll be right in." Logan quickly lied.
"Okay." She said closing the door.
"Okay, well I have to go. I'll call you as soon as we get to the hotel room in California, that should be in a few days, depending on what we do. And just tell me when he's here so we can leave."
"Will do, and Logan, take care of my baby. You're closest one to her, she'll tell you what's wrong, she can't tell the body guard her worries, so stay close to her, don't ever leave her alone for a second.
"Rory, will you sit with me?" Steph asked, sitting next to Colin.
"Yeah, sure." Rory answered, putting her stuff in the back next to Steph.
"Logan sit next to Paris in the front I want to have a talk with my man Doyle." Finn said, putting an arm around Doyle, they were still standing outside of the SUV trying to organize the mess they had made the previous day.
"Finn, what are you planning?" Logan asked, hoping the girls didn't hear.
"What are you talking about, mate? Can't I want to talk to this fellow without being interrogated?" Finn asked, throwing his bag on his seat, and told Doyle to walk around. Logan sat passenger to Paris, who decided to drive since she hated when other's drove.
"Paris find a fucking Starbucks." Finn yelled for the tenth time. Paris was arguing that they shouldn't be dependent on coffee, and everyone was yelling.
"Paris, get some fucking coffee in me. Do you remember the last time you did this to me? I took your craft corner and threatened to set it on fire; do you want me to set Doyle on fire? I will, I got so close to that corner with the lighter, I'm sure someone has a lighter in this car." Rory said.
"No one's going to give you a lighter." Four hands popped out with lighters all reaching in Rory's direction.
Rory took the lighter from Logan's hand, it was the easiest, and lit it, getting an inch from Doyle's sleeping face. "Find a damn coffee place."
"Okay, okay." She turned on the turn signal to get off at the next rest area, losing the argument. "But when you have a heart attack from an over dose of caffeine don't expect me to help." She pulled up to the curb.
"Finn's getting the coffee." Steph announces.
"What? Not again." He said, in a whining voice. Steph gave him a look that confused Rory. "Fine." When he came back he had specific drinks, normally he would have just gotten everyone coffee, but instead he got Rory and Steph cookies and crème frappuccinos with extra wipe crème, Colin a green tea, Paris an espresso shot just to anger her, Doyle an ice tea, himself a cappuccino and Logan a regular black coffee. He looked at Steph right after Logan took his first sip and then drank his.
"He's out." Finn announced turning around to star at Rory.
"Hello Rory, my dear, how've you been?" Finn asked.
"Good. Finn what did you do to Logan…?" Rory asked very suspicious of the following conversation.
"Well you see Rory, Logan doesn't seem to leave you alone very much and we wanted to have a conversation."
"You could have just told me, we could have talked."
"Oh I know, but this way is more fun." Finn answered.
"You never answered my question, what did you do to Logan..?"
"Well when I went to get coffee I took Logan's and well…drugged him."
Logan woke up awhile later, he quickly realized that Finn had drugged him. Needless to say they weren't on exactly speaking terms and Rory didn't think they would be for awhile. The way Paris drove they got to Kansas, and had checked into a hotel by nine; this time they choose a nicer hotel than the last settling a Holiday Inn Express. They got four rooms, three singles and one double; Paris and Doyle and Colin and Stephanie each get a single, and Logan, Rory and Finn had to figure out who got the other rooms.
"I refuse to share with him. He'll probably drug me in my sleep." Logan said ignoring Finn's pleas of sorrow.
"Fine, you take the single, I'll share with Finn." Rory said even though she would have much rather shared with Logan.
"He'll probably drug you to, you'll share with me and Finn can have his own room." Logan told her throwing the key to the single at Finn, purposely hitting him in the face.
"Fine with me," Rory reached to grab her bag from the ground of the elevator as the doors opened, but Logan already had it over his shoulder. Finn followed behind Rory to his room which was next to there's actually everyone's rooms were next to each other.
Inside their room Logan asked Rory what bed she wanted.
"I don't care, it's up to you." She told him, placing her purse on the table in between the beds and checking her phone. She had several texts from her mother and other friends. She only replied to Lane's which asked where she was and how everything was going.
There was a knock on the door and Rory went to answer it.
"Hey Colin," she said stepping to the side.
"Hey, we were wondering if you guys wanted to go to the club down the street with everyone."
"Yeah, sounds fun. Just give me time to get ready, I'll see if Logan wants to go."
"Wants to go where?" Logan asked from across the room.
"They want to go to a club, you in?" she asked knowing his answer.
"Of course." He said jumping up from the bed that was closest to the window.
"Good, we're leaving in half an hour; Steph will come by to get you." Colin said walking back to his room.
Rory let the door swing shut behind her, hearing the click of the lock. She picked her bag up off the ground and looking through it for clothes to wear to the club. As she was looking for clothes, Logan had his hands glued to his cell phone, texting back before the phone even vibrated. Rory figured it was some girls that he had made plans with and forgot to cancel, but really it was the body guard.
His name was Jack, and had been friends with the Gilmore family since he was young, his parents were close friends of the Gilmore's and when they found out his profession they made sure to keep his number just in case. They had used him several times for important parties and gatherings with their more famous of friends. He was relatively young, in his early thirties and had become a body guard when he was right out of high school, first being a bouncer at a club, then graduating from college and moving onto opening his own office to be a hired body guard for the wealthy.
"Get your ass out here!" Steph yelled through the door. Rory and Logan got up, both in jeans, Rory had on a dark blue tank-top and Logan was wearing a black long sleeve shirt; they had decided not to dress up since they were so tired and didn't plan on staying long.
The Black Eyed Pea's was blaring on the stereo, when they entered; the bouncer outside didn't even ask for their ID's, well their fake ID's. Once inside Logan grabbed Rory's hand so he wouldn't lose her. It was far busier than they figured a Kansas club to be; Finn automatically took off towards the bar to inhale at least three vodka shots then to find a red head. Everyone else followed to order their drinks, Paris and Doyle being the "responsible"- also known as boring- one's of the group ordered just soda while the other's ordered beer.
"We're going to go dance." Colin yelled over the music at the group being pulled by Steph to the center of the floor. Paris and Doyle went to find a table on the other side, since there didn't seem to be any other their side.
"I've got a new game. Every time you see Finn with a new girl you must take a shot." Rory said watching Finn dance around the floor with two girls.
"We won't be sober by the end of the night." Logan said.
"We won't be sober in an hour," Rory fixed Logan's statement. They both laughed and ordered two shots for the two girls Finn was with.
The man next to them ordered a coffee and just leaned up against the bar, listening to everything around him. Rory began to be suspicious and Logan kept eyeing him when he thought Rory wasn't looking.
"Logan dance with me!" she shouted, she wanted to see if the guy would follow her and Logan.
"One more shot, Ace, Finn found a redhead." He pointed to a very cheerful Finn dancing with his fourth girl in less than twenty minutes. They quickly took the shots, tilting their heads back at the same moments and let the alcohol burn their throats.
"Let's go!" Rory pulled Logan into the dance floor far away from the bar, keeping an eye on the dark haired man at the bar.
It didn't take long for Logan to realize who it was, once his phone screen confirmed that Jack was the man watching Rory like a hawk, pretending to check her out then watching the dance floor for suspicious dancer's. He didn't want to dance to far away from Jack making sure he was always in sight of them.
At first they weren't dancing very close, keeping a distance that was healthy for both of them, but in a crowded club it was harder than they thought to stay a foot away from each other. They were pushed together very quickly. Logan hoped she was weirded out by this fact, but to him she seemed comfortable which made him content.
Steph and Colin joined them after a few minutes turning it into a group dance. Logan wasn't sure if he was thankful or disappointed by this fact, but he didn't care. They were joking around about everything they could, trying to ignore the weird man that was watching the group. Finn walked passed with two entirely different redheads than before. Rory decided to go order eight shots for the group.
"Hey," the dark haired man had said to her while she waited for the shots.
"Hi," she said, but turned away from him trying to end their conversation.
"You have enough drinks there?" he asked as she took the tray of shots from the bartender behind the counter.
"They're for me and my friends." She told him, hoping he'd leave her alone since she clearly wasn't interested.
"What are you guys playing a game or something?"
"Maybe, look I'm really not interested so if you could please back off, that would be much appreciated." She told him, rolling her eyes. "Oh, and don't check out my ass as I walk away." She said turning around quickly then walking back to the group.
"Was my little Rory being hit on by a boy?" Steph asked in her ear, Rory just laughed in response and told everyone to grab a shot.
They decided to go back to the hotel at about midnight, and ordered pizza from the only open pizza place in the area. Since most of them were partially drunk they played a movie from the on demand list and gathered in Logan and Rory's room since it was the only one with two beds and a couch.
The Hangover was the only movie that they could all agree on, so they watched it, laughing from start to finish.
It was the in the morning by the time they arrived at the hotel in California. The penthouse was waiting for them at the very top of the twelve story building. They all hadn't slept on that car ride, too stiff and hung over from the previous night. They all fell asleep in Logan and Rory's room, Logan and Rory sharing a bed with Finn, Colin and Stephanie on the floor, and Paris and Doyle on the other bed. They woke up later than expected and Finn had to stop three times to puke up everything that was in his system; they made so many coffee stops and not one of them drank anything besides that, well except Paris, in the end, she was the only one who didn't get drunk that night, Doyle couldn't say no to the scotch that was offered to him by Rory knowing his obsession with it. No one even bothered to argue about the rooms, they all just separated and didn't care who got which room. They left all the luggage in the car, only bringing in their wallets and cell phones; and Finn grabbed the bottle of vodka from beneath his seat.