Disclaimer: Amy and Daniel Palladino, along with the rest of the WB, own Gilmore Girls. I'm just borrowing the characters. New Order owns "Turn My Way." Guns N' Roses own "Patience."
A/N2: Oh man, what is with the whole three chapters posted within a reasonable time of each other thing I've got going on? I'm so going to let you down soon. I'm sorry. But until then, I hope you're happy with what I've put up so far. I mean, look at this action! Three chapters! Three! I mean, my god! I feel good. Also, I love the chapter title. Why? I revel in irony. It makes my world go 'round. Haha. Thank you's are at the bottom again.
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Logan stared at his best friend and his ex-girlfriend in shock. They couldn't have been doing what he thought they were doing; they wouldn't be stupid enough to do that, especially in the dorm he and Finn shared.
Rory and Finn looked just as mortified as him, if not more. Rory was disheveled, her shirt askew and her make up mussed. It was clear to Logan that her bra was undone and it still would have been clear even if he hasn't walked in with Finn's hands up her shirt.
The room was deathly quiet for the next painful thirty seconds until Finn whispered to Rory, "You should go, doll."
"No, Ace, stay," Logan suggested in a calm tone between gnashing teeth.
"Go," Finn repeated, this time more forcefully.
Rory seemed to finally get her wits back together and wasted no time in gathering her things and ran out the door. She leaned against the door for a minute, pausing to redo her bra and flatten out the hair that had been messed up. When she did get back to her dorm, she changed out of her clothes and called her mother.
Back at the boys' dorm, however, things were not going as well. After Rory made her exit, they two remaining were engaged in an intense stand off until Logan walked over and calmly punched Finn in the jaw.
"Fuck on a bloody stick!" Finn exclaimed, grabbing his jaw. He glared menacingly up at Logan for a split-second before jumping up and punching Logan's jaw in retaliation.
Logan grabbed his jaw in shock. "Bastard!"
Finn smirked and punched him again, but this time in the stomach. This time Logan wasted no time in responding and tackled Finn to the ground. They were engaged in a wrestling match on the ground until Logan was able to break away. The two leapt to their feet, glaring at each other until Logan rushed at Finn, grabbing him in a headlock. Finn reacted by doing the exact same thing to his friend.
After a minute of this, Finn said, "I've got a brilliant idea: at the same time, we both let go."
"How do I know that you're going to let go?" Logan replied.
Finn didn't answer, but instead counted to three. They both let go and stumbled away from each other, gasping for breath. Finn collapsed against the couch and looked up at Logan. "Why are you so bloody pissed, you were the one out on a date. You're over her, and we all know it."
"Finn, what's the number one rule?"
"Don't talk about fight club?" he guessed sarcastically.
"Phineas," Logan warned dangerously. "You know that the rule is don't date each other's exes. It always turns about badly, and it doesn't matter whether or not I'm over her."
"How do you know I want to date her? How do you know I don't want a quick screw like usual?" Finn challenged.
"Rory Gilmore is not a one-night stand; you know that as well as I do. Besides, you wouldn't do that to her."
"And how do you know this?"
Logan sat down next to Finn. "Because I've met you. Contrary to popular opinion, there are some women out there that you actually do like for more than seven minutes. They're few and far between, but they do exist."
Finn glared at his friend. "It's more than seven minutes, you know. More like ten or twelve."
Logan smirked. "Sorry about the whole punching thing."
Finn shrugged. "Not exactly the first time this has happened to me over a girl, mate."
Logan laughed and pulled his friend into a hug. "You know I love you. But now, I'm afraid, we have to talk about something a bit more on the serious side."
"Because the talk has been so light and fluffy up to now?" Finn retorted sarcastically.
Logan punched him on the arm. "You know what I mean."
Finn clutched his forearm. "Do you really want to start that shite again? Because I totally owned your arse."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Delusional, party of one. Like I was saying, I have something important to talk to you about." He took a deep breath. "We've been friends since sophomore year of high school, and since then we've always had the rule of not going out with each other's exes since you and Tristan got in that fight after you hooked up with Beth twenty minutes after she and Tristan broke up. Remember how bad it got? You two forced the rest of us to choose sides. It was a big mess."
"So you don't want me going out with Rory," Finn summed up.
"Basically."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want us to stop being friends because of this. Besides, Rory deserves better," Logan explained.
"Than us?" Finn asked incredulously. "Have you met us? We're perfect specimens of the male species, Colin not included."
"She doesn't need good sex-though that's a bonus. She needs someone who'll be there. Can you do that?"
Finn thought about this a moment. "I see what you mean. Okay, I'll stay away," he relented. How hard can it be? It's just a girl.
Logan smiled. "It's settled. Would you like crash Steph and her friends at the Pub?"
Finn made a face. "Your date go that bad?"
"Histrionic."
"I'm a histrionic."
"I'm aware."
"So what's wrong? It'd be like dating me," Finn innocently said.
"If I wanted to date you, I would."
"Oh, I don't give it up that easily," Finn interrupted playfully.
"However," Logan continued, "when the girl I'm dating is more dramatic than you, there are going to be problems."
"What are you getting at? That you don't want to date me?"
"That I can only deal with one histrionic person in my life."
"Aww, you love me because I'm unique," Finn teased.
Logan smirked. "Yup, that's it."
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Rory lay on the couch flipping through the channels. Her mother sat on the floor and ate popcorn, chatting and giving suggestions. But not just any suggestions, she was giving out suggestions on how to deal with the Finn situation.
It had been two weeks since the kissing incident, and no word from him. She'd called him once, but his voicemail was full again. The semester was now over and she was back with her mom for only a few more days until her job started. Finn was, with no doubt, already out of the country gallivanting around with cute European girls and she wouldn't see him again until the fall, if that.
"You could dress yourself up in whipped cream, or you could even boil a rabbit," Lorelai offered, trying her best to control her laughter.
"How many times do I have to tell you that my life does not parallel either of those movies?" Rory sighed.
"I can hope, can't I?"
"What about you and Luke?" Rory questioned, abruptly changing the topic in hope that her mother would stop spitting out ideas in which animals died. "How are you two doing?"
Lorelai bit her lip. "We're doing well."
"You're overwhelming me with your enthusiasm," Rory replied sardonically. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Lorelai answered quickly. "We're fine. I'm fine, he's fine, the town's fine, and our relationship is fine. Are you hungry?"
"Topic changing isn't going to work. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Lorelai insisted.
"You're lying."
"Fine," Lorelai pouted. "I don't think Luke is interested in me anymore."
Rory had to suppress a laugh. He'd been interested in her for nine years, what'd changed? "Why do you think that?"
"I don't know. It's just, the talks. The talks normal couples have about this time, we haven't had those. No marriage talks, no kid talks, no sex talks, nothing."
"No sex talks?" Rory repeated skeptically.
"Nope. We've had sex, but no sex talks."
Rory wrinkled her nose. "Too much information."
Lorelai sighed and leaned her head back to look up at the ceiling. "Why doesn't he want to marry me?"
Rory scooted herself down to sit next to her mother. "He wants to marry you. He wants to be with you. But it's Luke- he's not exactly known for being an open book. He's probably just scared."
"He never gets scared. He kills the bugs and takes the trash out at one in the morning and walks down dark alleys all by himself for fun."
"But he's been there. He was there when you ran away from Max. Believe it or not, he was also there when his own marriage failed. You just have to give him time. He's not going anywhere, that I can guarantee you. Luke loves you to death."
Lorelai smiled and leaned her head against her daughter's. "Is that what they teach you at your school of yours?"
"Yes. Everyday at four we have lessons in love."
There was a silence, and then Lorelai said, "I wasn't kidding about the hunger thing. You want something to eat?"
"What do we have?"
Lorelai got up and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later she returned empty handed. "We have questionable vegetable-like substances and two cans of soup that look like they were around for the last turn of the century."
"Pizza?" Rory suggested.
"I'll call."
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"We had a talk!"
"Hi, mom," Rory replied, abandoning the box that she'd been unpacking. She had gotten back from New York only an hour and a half ago and hadn't even had time to call her mother, not that it was a problem now. Her stuff was already moved in, probably Paris's doing as she was sharing a room with her again, but it was all in boxes.
"Hi, babe. How was New York?"
"It was great," Rory gushed. "I went to Soho and shopped, and read in real bohemian coffee shops and got CDs at the greatest places when I wasn't working. Speaking of which, working at a real newspaper was so fun. Did you see the story that I helped with?"
"Yes, I saw it when you called me," Lorelai assured her. They'd talked almost every day, or every other day. Rory hade told her all about it, but she still wanted to hear about her daughter's adventures in a real newspaper in New York. "Are you going to rub the Soho-slash-coffee thing in my face every time we talk?"
"Until I'm satisfied that you're jealous, yes." Rory sat down on her bed. "You mentioned a talk."
"Yes! A talk!" Lorelai exclaimed, pacing around her coffee table. "Luke and I had a talk."
"What kind?"
"A house talk," Lorelai told her proudly.
"Really? Where does this rank on the importance scale of talks?"
"Right about the children talk but below the marriage one."
"What came about from this talk?" Rory questioned.
"We decided that maybe we should move in together, which started a discussion as to where. I suggested Spain, but after Luke nixed that idea, we agreed on my house. Our house. Our house with Luke." Lorelai was smiling contently on the other side of the phone.
"So you just skipped the whole kid talk?"
"We're both on the same page with that one: no kids."
That surprised Rory. "Really?"
"Really," Lorelai confirmed. "Can you imagine Luke as a father? And don't mention Jess because he doesn't count. Plus, I worked hard to retain my figure and I'm getting too old for it."
"Mom!" Rory protested. "It's not like you're breaking the record for the world's oldest living person or anything, you're only thirty-eight."
"However, if I do have another kid, how do I know that I'll like it?" Lorelai countered.
"Mom!" Rory cried again.
"I'm just saying, you're a hard act to follow. How do I know that this one will be perfect like you? It could be ugly and dumb and disrespectful," Lorelai pointed out.
Rory sighed as the pounding began. "That's the door."
"Bye, hon. See you Friday?"
"Definitely. Bye." Rory hung up and went to open the door, passing by Paris's room. She was able to get the good room again. Stephanie was waiting on the other side expectantly. Without waiting for a greeting she breezed in, giving Rory a brief hug.
"Need help unpacking?"
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The two had been working for an hour, and were almost done, when Stephanie stood up and wiped invisible sweat off her brow. "I'm bored. How about we go get something to drink?"
Rory stood up also. "But it's not done," she protested, gesturing around.
Stephanie waved it off. "Could coffee, my treat," she tempted.
It took Rory all of a second to agree. "Coming, Paris?" she questioned to her roommate, who was sitting on the couch reading.
"Where?"
"For coffee."
Paris put her book down and shrugged. The three walked around, trying to find the closest coffee stand to the room. Ten minutes later they still hadn't found one and were gradually getting further and further away from the dorm room. Paris was telling Rory about the new guy she'd met (she and Doyle had broken it off again since Doyle had graduated), and Stephanie was looking around wildly.
"I've officially forgotten where your dorm is," she suddenly announced. "However, the good news is that I've found a coffee stand and we're near the boys' room."
When Rory did not answer enthusiastically, or at all, Stephanie looked back to find her friend staring over to the side with Paris looking on sympathetically. Following Rory's gaze, Stephanie found her to be staring at Finn and his new flavor making their way to second base against the wall. The realization dawned on her. "You totally had sex with Finn!"
Rory rotated her head so her gaze was turned onto Stephanie. "What? No!"
"Yes, you did. And you didn't tell me about it!"
"We didn't," Rory hissed. "Will you keep your voice down? All we did was make out. But Logan interrupted us. I'm surprised he didn't tell you."
"So am I," she absentmindedly replied. "Unless-"
"Unless what?" Paris demanded.
"Hold it, Tomb Raider, I'm getting to that. Unless he made him promise."
Rory and Paris were both clearly confused at this point, Rory more so at Paris' behavior until she remembered that Terence told her to take a more active role in her friends' lives. "What?"
Stephanie sighed. "It's a stupid rule we have: no dating each other's exes. That means nothing, friends only. If one of us does slip up, the rest of the group can't know for fear of hurting each other. It tends to get physical, and not in the good way."
"Why do I not find that surprising?" Paris muttered. "Always some sort of warped sense of chivalry with those four."
"Although I should have expected this," Stephanie mused. "He didn't mention you all summer, which was odd."
"So he's moved on?" Rory asked quietly, looking back once more at Finn.
"Oh, you actually liked him, how cute!" Stephanie cooed.
"Yes, it's been all cake and presents for the rest of us who've had to hear her go on about him." Paris rolled her eyes to emphasize her point.
"Remember what Terence told you," Rory reminded.
"He told me to take a more active role, he never said anything about snide comments," Paris snapped back.
"Rory, to answer your question," Stephanie started loudly, lowering her voice once she got both girls' attentions, "Finn has not moved on, he had just side-stepped and happened to have run into Tricia."
"Tricia?" Paris scoffed. "Is that a fake name, or did her parents want her to be a stripper?"
"Thank you," Rory whispered.
"I expect the same from you," Paris answered.
Stephanie glowered at Paris. "No, that is not her fake name. She happens to be my roommate, which means Finn will never be allowed in my dorm ever again. And the semester hasn't even started! That should be another rule."
"I-I think I'm gonna go," Rory decided, turning around.
"Too late." Stephanie grabbed her arm, spun her back around, and pointed. Colin was whispering something to Finn, who turned around also and smiled at them. He said something to Tricia, kissed her, and began to walk over to the girls as she left.
Rory stood in one place, torn between running the other way as fast as she could and staying where she was. She was so concentrated on the man advancing upon her that she didn't notice Colin lean against the wall and smirk at Stephanie, who blew a kiss in response. Paris, having caught the whole exchange, raised an eyebrow at Stephanie but didn't say anything as the scene unfolded in front of her.
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A/N2: How evil am I? By the way, who saw Tuesday's episode? Is it wrong that I would be more scared of the Gilmores than the Huntzbergers? Is it? But, seriously, Logan's neck is really freaking me out! And Alexis Bledel kisses very strangely. It's like she doesn't know how to kiss on screen. Logan didn't move his body when he kissed Rory, only his neck. Also, my sister and I decided that Logan must have some sort of mind control over Rory so she can't say anything negative about him EVER unless she's drunk. Also, I do like Logan, despite my rantings. Just, not with Rory. I also love his sister. I thought her name was Ana for the longest time and that they were just pronouncing it weird. But it's Honor. At least, I think it is.
Pocahontas83- Who doesn't love Finn? I don't like Marty. I never have. I just added him because I was bored, actually, and I wanted him to get all jealous from Tristan. I liked Dean until his hair got weird and he started creeping on Rory. Well, actually, Jess was also creeping on Rory, another reason I like him when he's not obsessing over Rory. I also thought of Marty as being hypocritical. And judgmental and all that jazz. You pictured it? Eep! Whoo! That rocks, btw. I've always liked Tristan because I love how asshole-ish he is. Then I realized, hey, you don't just come out of military school going, "Yeah, that was cool." So, long story short, he's nice(r) in my story. Ah, Colin and Stephanie. They're still together. Well, not together together because they never were together, but they're still friends. With benefits. Don't worry, we'll get to the whole love-triangle thing between them later. Also, it isn't tomorrow, but it's not a million years from tomorrow, and that's good right?
Bookworms- I'm probably going to e-mail you, like, 5 minutes from now (I got your e-mail. Can't wait to read it!), but I figured that I shouldn't e-mail this to your first because you've been so busy. And I want to post this. Haha. Okay, so, the shout-out was when Marty said that he changed minors to Music History, and I totally wrote that with your "music appreciation" project in mind, though I doubt you're going to like it because the last thing you want to be reminded of is that, haha.
LandonLover- Thank you. Yes, very alcohol induced. Well, not really, but I imagine Rory as a bit of a lightweight. Not Finn, but yeah, I think it would take a lot from him to pass out. Maybe that's just me. Haha, the quick update shocked me too. Finals? Aw, I'm sorry. Finals do suck. Haha. I also have lapses and forget what story I'm reading or (even worse) what I've put in my story. Eek! It's so bad. Marty is an idiot, but I don't like him. Stephanie is with Colin, but their friends (with benefits), so yeah.
smile1- I happen to think studying sucks even more than the actual exam, because you're stressed and tense and nervous about said exam, but then when the exam comes you go "Oh, ok, I know this." Or, if you're like me, you go, "Crap, I should have studied more." But I digress. I love that you love this story.
ReeseAnn- I love the old Zorro movies. I watch them on Disney channel late at night. They make me giggle. Romancing the Stone is hilarious; I love Kathleen Turner in it. I had no idea that she voiced Jessica Rabbit until, like, three or four months ago! Oh my god, you actually jumped? Hee! I'm giggling now and I didn't even see it!
Agel15- Hee. Like I've said, I'm evil and I love cliffhangers. Well, I like writing them. Reading them? Not so much. So I know where you're coming from.
jmarit17- It's hard not to love Finn or Finn/Rory. Logan had to walk in because I like to mess with the characters. Sorry no Colin that chapter, but there was in this one.
rjs0123- Baited breath? Color me lucky. Oh man, no problem about the review, your stories are totally worth it.
TSOHoneyBaby- I don't know a lot of people that do like him. Rory/Marty stories are rarer than PDLD ones, if that's possible. Everyone likes the ending. I wonder why…?
Alicia Jo- Okay, so, timeline. Between chapters 10 and 11, three months. In chapter 11, about a month. Thank you for the review!
More thank you's to shadowcat15, Lovelock79, crissy, KeitaWolf, fairieangel, and Rory101. You guys all rock!