A/N Okay here is the new chapter. A little lighter, a little more my writing style. And just for the record, Rory was throwing up in the last chapter because of alcohol, not because she slept with Logan. Anyway, now that summer is here I promise the updates will be more frequent.

Disclaimer: How sad is it that I still own nothing?

Florida was definitely not the place to sleep off a hangover. It was way too bright and the crashing of those damn waves was way too loud. Then there was that lovely internal head pounding which was always just the icing on the hangover cake. For now, the only thing Logan could take solace in was the darkness of the inside of his eyelids. Eyes still closed, he ran his hand over the right side of the bed to find what he already knew. Rory had left, quite some time ago judging by the cold sheets. He may have been drunk last night but he definitely remembered him and Rory. What confused him was why he was in this room alone. Finally prying his eyes opened, he looked around. The sun was fully out, shining through the window. He blinked a few times, lying still to rest his head. Finally missing the weight that had been resting on his right arm last night, he threw back the comforter and went downstairs.

He entered the kitchen, taking stock of who was sitting around the table, barely conscious.

"Good morning, everyone" Logan greeted, taking note that Rory was absent from the crowd.

"Kill him," was the response Stephanie gave him, her head resting in her arm.

"Are there any knives within a ten foot radius?" Hannah was ready to oblige Steph, her hand supporting her head up.

"They're so cheery in the morning," joked Colin who sat alert near them, reading the newspaper.

"Why aren't you wishing me death right now?" Logan asked Colin.

"Because I, unlike some, know how to limit my liquor," Colin never lifted his eyes from the financial section.

"A limit? No such thing!" Finn exclaimed coming out of the kitchen with a pan in one hand, his patented hangover concoction in the other, and wearing nothing but a red checkered apron.

"Finn!" Logan exclaimed averting his line of vision. "What are you wearing?!"

"I think the better question would be what is he not wearing?" Colin interjected.

"Thank you, Colin," Login sarcastically turned to him.

"Clothes just felt too constricting today," Finn answered as that was a totally natural response.

"Finn all you had to do was make it through one vacation, one, without going through a naked phase," Logan was exasperated, "And no one wants to see little Finn, especially in this harsh lighting."

"I beg you're pardon!" Finn stepped back, "I am hardly little. Tell him ladies"

The girls, having been previously fully out of it, finally realized the situation.

"Tell him wh…Finn!" Steph screeched as she put her hand over her eyes.

"What happened to you're bloody clothes?!" Hannah put her head back down trying to protect her ears. She was pretty sure the screech Steph emitted could be heard in Bermuda.

"Does no one appreciate the beauty of the human body?" Finn asked, hand on hip.

"Jude Law's body, yes. Yours, not so much." Steph answered.

"I do not have the energy for this," Logan muttered, "Has anyone seen Rory?" he interrupted the crowd.

"I think so," Hannah drawled out slowly, remembering her conversation with Logan last night.

"Well where is she?" Hannah was teasing him.

"She's the brunette right?" Hannah pretended to ask while Steph and Finn continued to argue over Finn's current state and Colin stayed glued to the paper.

"Hannah!" Logan knew what she was doing. He didn't have the patience.

"Jeez Logan calm down" Hannah giggled. "Last I saw, she went outside to the beach."

"Thanks Hannah," Logan stepped happily away from the kitchen. The farther away from Finn the better.

He walked out of the house to find Rory sitting on the beach, just as he had found her the night before on the phone with her mom. Only this time she didn't have that happy demeanor about her. Her back to him, he figured he'd have to make his presence known.

"I stayed," Logan simply said.

"What?" Rory didn't catch on. She turned around to see Logan, in pajama shorts and a white tank top standing behind her.

At four in the morning, Logan awoke at a random hour, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The party must've been winding down soon because the music had calmed to a slow song and there was no more 'Spring Break 06' screams ringing through the house. It took him some minutes to realize where he was. Rory's room. How could he possibly forget? Turning to his right he was greeted with the source of the pressure that had been resting on him since he fell asleep. Rory had situated herself between his head and shoulder blade. Her arm thrown casually around his waist and two previously cold feet fit in with his, it was like their position was totally natural. And for once that didn't freak Logan out. After all this was Rory. Usually he never stayed over with his chosen hook up of the night, hence the random wake up hour. It was like his body had an internal anti-commitment alarm clock. Staying over with someone, the morning after conversion, was too personal, too intimate.

But right now, even though he could've easily slipped from Rory's light grasp, he just couldn't pull himself away. Something much stronger then the arm wrapped around his waist was holding him back. He turned his head to watch her sleep. Their last couple of days in the sun had only enhanced Rory's beauty. Her normally pale skin had taken on a bit of a pink tint and her hair was slowly lightening. Staring at her for a while, he felt his eyes get heavy again. He would analyze in the morning.

"Last night, I stayed." Logan clarified. He sat down next to her in sand, this time leaving enough personal space between the two.

"Well then you clearly deserve some type of national honor," Rory said sarcastically.

"You're missing the point," Logan rebuffed. She was trying to goad him, but he wouldn't let her get the best of him. Not in this situation. This conversation was too important.

"Well what exactly is the point Logan?" Rory was frustrated. She knew how this was going to end. He would consider her just another notch on the bedpost and she would be left heartbroken.

"The point is that last night was good, for me anyways. Good enough for me to stay," Logan answered, trying to find the right words.

"I'm sure that last night was not the first time you've had good sex, Logan" Rory returned. She didn't mean to be short, but she felt something last night. Something that was too messy for Logan Huntzberger to be dealing with.

"Come on Rory. You know last night was…" Logan tried but nothing explained it. Last night was…perfect.

"Oh please don't use 'good' again," Rory smiled a little. He was trying and besides she was feeling the same way. Confused, nervous, like bears where doing the can-can inside of her stomach.

Logan laughed, relieved that Rory seemed to be opening up a bit.

"I agree Logan. Last night was different, it was special." Rory said out loud, the first to show some vulnerability through words. Though she averted her eyes from Logan's face, making sure to stay focused on the blue in the ocean.

"That is a much better description," Logan conceded.

"Well I am the better reporter," Rory teased trying to lighten up the situation.

"I don't call you Ace for nothing," Logan said and then the conversation fell quiet for a minute or two. Both just sitting there taking what had just been said in. They both felt something, it wasn't a one sided feeling.

"So, at the risk of sounding like a complete girl, where does this leave us?" Rory ventured.

"Well I've never done the whole relationship thing before…" Logan began.

Rory cut him off before he could even finish his sentence.

"And I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I've been in plenty of relationships and I'm not ready for another long term thing," Rory said quickly.

She didn't want Logan to think she was already so attached to him. She knew he didn't do girlfriends and she wasn't about to let him think that she was ready to do boyfriends. But being so attached to Logan could never end up good. He was Yale's playboy, not the boy that sits with your mother in Stars Hallow watching Pippy Longstocking. Of course there was no way Logan could be exclusively hers; it was pointless to get her hopes up.

Meanwhile, Logan was kind of disappointed. It sounded like Rory didn't want the hassle that a relationship with him would inevitably bring. He thought he could try to be that 'one girl' guy with her. But apparently she had a different agenda. It was a bitter pill to swallow but he wouldn't let it faze him.

"Okay then, friends?" Logan offered, as much as it pained him to.

"Are you kidding? There is no way I can be just friends with you after last night, Huntzberger." Rory recovered from her inner melodrama.

"So we can never talk to each other again?" Logan frowned not liking the sound of that idea.

"What we had last night was fun. So why not keep it that way?" Rory projected hoping he would catch her line of thinking.

"Fun…" Logan began, not quite understanding

"Yes, I've heard girls just want to have fun, string less fun," Rory nervously looked at the sand. She couldn't believe these words were coming out of her mouth.

Logan quirked an eyebrow, and then did something he had wanted to do since he woke up this morning. He pulled her chin up and kissed her on the middle of the beach, in broad daylight. He would take her in any way she was offering. And as his lips lightly caressed her own, she liked the string less arrangement better and better. They could have fun without the messiness of feelings. Logan kept the kiss short and sweet, not wanting to rattle each of their hangovers too much. But at the end there was a silent agreement. They were going to explore what was going between them for a little while.

"So what do you say we go inside and get one of Finn's magical hangover remedies?" Logan pulled away, running a hand through Rory's hair.

"Sounds good to me, but can we also order some Mexican food?" Rory asked, accepting the hand Logan offered in order to help her stand from the sand.

"Umm sure why not," Logan found the request a little off, but then again so was Rory.

Rory however, did not miss the fact that his hand moved around her waist. She couldn't believe she was in a string less relationship with one of New Haven's most eligible bachelors. But then again she was very of the moment these days.

"So what do you want to do today?" Logan asked leading them both back to the house.

"I'm not sure yet. I do know that I can not handle a day in the sun. My head forbids it," Rory idly chatted, opening the sliding glass door to the house.

"Logan…" Rory stopped just after opening the door.

"Yeah Ace," He turned facing her.

"Why is a naked Finn being chased around the kitchen table by Colin?" Rory pointed to the scene in front of them.

"Oh yeah, forgot to warn you. Finn has entered one of his naked phases. Here, I'll lead you up to your room and then bring food to you," Logan released her waist, "Cover your eyes with one hand and hold on to my hand with the other."

"It's just so unexpected to see Finn's package so...unprepared," Rory giggled as Logan led her up the stairs.

"You get used to it after a while," Logan laughed.

Three hours later, Rory and Logan remained hold up in her room. Instead of giving her a movie night, he gave her a movie day. They watched cheesy, spring break movies like from Justin to Kelly, laughing over lame dialogue and cheesy choreographing. They shared sweet kisses and Mexican food. They laughed over nothing and everything. And for both of them, it was perfectly simple. No tension, no pressure, no guessing. Just them, some movies, and a couple of cliché groping sessions.

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