Tristan rushed to Rory's apartment that night, especially with the news of Logan being there. Sure he trusted Rory with every fiber of his being, but Logan, that scuzz ball, was a whole other story!

I guess you could say his distrust for him began the moment he met him. The very moment his baby blues hit the devious browns of that one Logan Huntzberger. If you could see both their eyes at the same time, you'd see that same fire that same energy and aggravation that Rory liked- liked about them both in fact.

Tristan was obviously her choice over Logan- he was her past, her present and her future- but. The most hated word in the world- but- Logan was catching her eye. His annoyance was some what intriguing to her; it made her want to be adventurous. But, yet again that awful word, she loved Tristan and the playful side he brought out in her. She loved waking up next to him and being beside his sleeping form- he actually looked innocent when he slept. Which is weird because Tristan DuGrey never looked innocent.

Rory began to pace across her apartment as Logan eyed her. He could tell something was wrong, and he knew it had to do with him. I mean, what can he say, he is Logan. She finally stopped pacing and looked anxiously at the door as Tristan entered in a bit of a huff.

"Hey Ror, Logan," his voice turned stern as he looked at the other blonde.

"Tristan, so nice of you to join us. We were just about finished, ut still nice of you to come," Logan answered tritely which Rory gave him a pleading look to stop.

"Hey baby, come help me in my room. Logan I'll be right back," she said and grabbed Tristan's hand tightly.

As they entered in her bedroom, Tristan shut the door, happy to put some sort of barrier between him and his nemesis.

"What is he doing here?" he asked in a whisper.

"I needed help packing and I didn't want to bother you, so he kind of offered and I accepted," she said in a mumble.

"Oh, okay then. So what are you bringing?" he said changing the subject.

"Everything in here, besides the bed, and I think I need to get a desk," she mentioned causing his eyes to spark in delight.

"That my dear, dear Rory is something we can buy together!" his eyes were bright and cheery again- almost like his old self.

"Like our first piece of furniture! How exciting," she ran to him finishing with a tight embrace and a soft kiss. She felt so grown up with him, yet could still have playful moments.

"So Mary, shall we send Logan on his way and finish the packing ourselves, and maybe say goodbye to this dear, dear bed?" Tristan eyed her suggestively in which she responded with giggles.

"Why Tristan, what ever do you mean?" she said with mock innocence and pulled him out of her room leading him around with their connected hands.

As they walked into the living area, they discovered Logan finishing up the tape on the box for the coffee maker. It was well wrapped with extra strong tape so that it wouldn't fall out- just what Rory had asked for.

"Wow Logan, who knew you could follow instructions?" Rory questioned as she examined the box.

"I'd say you're a natural packer- you know why don't you drop daddy's cash and go work in a meat packing plant?" Tristan sneered at him.

"Well, thanks for the suggestion, I'll know who to come to for a reference," he said sarcastically.

Rory could feel the tension rising between the two and desperately wanted it to stop. She smiled sheepishly as they began a bantering war. Apparently she wasn't the only thing they had in common.

"Even if I owned a meat packing plant, which I don't, I'd never give a slacker like you a job!" Tristan shot back as he took a step towards Logan with ease. Logan stood coolly waiting for Tristan to try and throw a punch, but Tristan never threw that punch. Rory had stepped between them before he could get the chance.

"Okay well as fun as this was, Logan we don't need your help anymore, we can finish. Thanks for everything though, I really appreciate it," she smiled as she led him to the door. He never broke the icy glare he was shooting at Tristan until he had reached the door.

His eyes shifted to Rory's and shot her a look of extreme sincerity, "It was my pleasure Ace- give me a call if you need anything, anything at all!" he lent into her and planted a soft kiss on her cheek then left the apartment.

Tristan was boiling with rage and could barely break his glare from the doorway. Rory was shocked herself at Logan's sudden choice of affection and was solidly holding onto the open doorway.

It took them both a few minutes to regain words and actually move from their positions. Rory tried to speak first but couldn't get any words to come out, so she busied herself with packing her clothes in the other room. Tristan packed some of her books away and organized them in the order they had been set on her book shelf.

Rory trudged from her room over to Tristan unwillingly. She hated the silence though and didn't like the "aura" he was giving off- it was too negative.

"Hey Tris, did you want to take a coffee break?" she asked with big puppy dog eyes that made his anger melt.

"Or we could stop for another reason, like to say goodbye to the furniture!" he said leadinger to the couch and pulling him down to him.

"What?" she was confused and couldn't understand the sentiment with saying goodbye to the couch.

"Let me show you," he cleared his voice and put a hand on the couch, "good bye couch!" then leaned in and gave Rory a hard kiss.

"I still don't get this," she said quietly as her cheeks flamed a dangerous pink.

"Next example, the kitchen counter!" he led Rory to the counter and sat her on top. "Good bye kitchen," he said and kissed Rory even more passionately. Then it dawned on her- these were all the places they'd had sex together and were ultimately going to lead to sex in the bedroom. What a fun game!

"Oh, I get it- But you almost missed this lovely patch of floor right here," she pointed to a large area near her room. He smiled at the memory, they had been a little drunk and couldn't wait to get to her bedroom- oh the times they'd had in here.

"Where else?" he asked looking around.

"Paris' room," Rory said quietly with another dangerous pink glow.

"Oh yeah- how did we even end up there? Does she know we were in there?" Tristan asked with a wide eyed expression.

"We got there because I was showing you around when she had gone to Doyle's and you decided to kiss me, one thing led to another and-," she gestured towards Paris' room. "I don't think she knows, but sometimes I catch her staring at me with like this icy glare that says "I know what you did","

Tristan laughed knowing Paris' glares all too well. He recalled a time when they were younger when he had kissed Paris and then didn't talk to her the next day. She gave him icy glares for a week before actually acknowledging his presence. Oh Paris his one true friend at Chilton that seemed to "get him".

"Speak of the devil, where is she?" he asked with a sly grin crossing his lips.

"I don't know she-," Rory stopped suddenly as she caught his grin and shook her head profusely. "Not again Tristan, she'd kill us if she came back!"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take!" he said and crashed his lips to Rory's and backed her towards Paris' room.

A/N: sorry it's taken so long, let me know what you think!