A/N OH MY GOSH!! Thank you everyone so much for responding to my story! I cant even describe what it means to me. I hope this lives up to your expectations from the first chapter.

Disclaimer: no, I am not as cool as the Amazing Amy. I could not think of these characters on my own.

Chapter 2: Dinner

"Looks like the cooks haven't figured out how to make real food. I don't know what they call this slop," Paris muttered as she sat down across from Rory. Despite her complaining though, she dug into her 'slop' with abandon.

"Paris, slow down. You know you should chew first," Rory said as she ate her own heaping plate of food.

"Can it Gilmore. Some of us haven't eating mashed potatoes since we left school. Some of us aren't allowed to eat starches at home." Paris was talking around her food.

"Hello. Is anyone sitting here?" Marty had just walked over to the roommates looking kind of awkward.

"Of course not Marty. Please sit down. As you can see Paris won't be any good to talk to tonight. She is too busy eating."

"You seem to have a nice amount of food yourself there Rory. How do I know that you will talk?" Marty flashed a shy smile as he sat down next to Paris. He was looking a little more comfortable. 'I guess she doesn't remember the last conversation we had,' he decided. Over break Marty had been thinking a lot about his relationship with Rory, or lack there of. He had decided that she must like guys to were subtle, and inventive. So he had spent weeks thinking of how he could win the little writer's heart.

"Yes, but you see, I have been practicing my eating skills for years. Paris is new to the game and has yet to master the ability to talk while eating exuberant amounts of food."

"I see. So did you have a good break? And I see that the trip back was fine."

"Break was good. I spent the whole time with my mom. Well all the time that she wasn't spending with her new boyfriend. I got back early this afternoon. Oh, and there was a package in my room when I walked in."

"Really? What was in it?"

"A painting. A really nice one too. But I don't know who it was from. At first I thought my grandparents, but they would never send something that didn't say who it was from. Then I thought maybe my mom, but she would have called by now to asked if anything was strange when I got back, so I know it wasn't her. So I am kind of out of options."

"That is weird." He was looking a little dejected, but Rory didn't know why.

"Yes, ladies I am back. I know you missed me terribly, but you can be over that now, because the love machine has returned," said an aussie accent from the entrance door. Rory was shocked to actually hear some swooning. 'I guess people don't really hear what is coming out of Finn's mouth, just the accent,' she thought as she casually looked in the direction of the door where three nice looking boys walked in. Logan caught her eye, smirked, and winked. He whispered something to Collin, then sauntered over to her table.

"Hey Ace, I told her I would see you soon." He pulled out a chair next to Rory, turned it, then sat down on it backwards.

"Do you need something Huntzberger?" Rory was a little sharper than she intended. Perhaps it was because of the annoying little fluttering that she had in her stomach.

"Ouch. This afternoon it was Logan. Why the cold shoulder? Did you find out who sent you the painting?" That was the first time Rory noticed that Logan had something in his hand.

"No I didn't. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it? What do you have there?"

"Now, Ace, I told you earlier that I didn't know. This is my consolation. I don't know if it is better than a painting, but I hope you like none the less." So saying, he gave her the box. "Think of it as a late Christmas present."

Rory opened the box and found a book inside. She read the spine and saw that it was a complete works of Charles Dickens. "Logan I have all of these stories, I don't need this."

"Ah yes, but are they signed?" He asked, gesturing towards the book.

Rory lifted the cover and sure enough, inside was a scrawled signature. Below that was the date the book was written. "This book is over a hundred and fifty years old," Rory said reverently.

"Yes." Logan had an amused glint in his eye. Marty, watching the whole exchange thought he was going to be sick.

Paris looked up at Logan, hearing that the book was signed by Dickens. "Rory, you know that that book is worth more than your education. Dickens didn't sign his name much. Well at least much that was kept. Huntzberger, what are you playing at?"

"Relax Geller. I simply refuse to be out done."

"Hey Mate! We have a set of triplets over here!" Finn called from a few tables over.

"Ok, I'm coming!" He told Finn. "Colin will be in deep shit if Stephanie hears anything." He appeared to be talking to himself. "Well, I hope you three enjoy your dinner. And Ace, keep me posted on that painting." With one final smirk he glided off to meet his friends.

"That guy is so rude," Marty was upset still, since he was once again completely ignore because of Logan.

"Yeah," Rory didn't seem too interested however. Logan had gotten her to thinking about the painting again.

'This is the song that never ends. Yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people star....' Rory's alarm clock was going off on her first day back for classes. Lorelai thought she was being funny for getting that clock for her daughter for Christmas. Rory didn't agree.

Stumbling out of her room towards the bathroom, Rory was taken aback when she saw all the furniture in the common room moved over and Paris in the center doing some type of yoga. "You know," Paris says as she rolls on her stomach. "They say that yoga really helps for sex. Good flexibility."

"Euh, Paris! Please never talk to me about sex ever again." Rory took her shower and otherwise got ready for her day. She grabbed her bag and was on the way out the door to her International Writing class. Marty was walking down the stairs as she came out of her room.

"Hey, you wanna walk to class together?" He asked.

"Sure." They set off towards the academic buildings, not saying too much. They stopped for coffee on the way, then had to split up because they were in different buildings.

Just as Marty forked to his own class Rory felt an arm snake around her shoulder. "Guess we are walking in the same direction, huh Ace?" Logan looked surprisingly well groomed for being five to 8 on the first day.

"What class do you have?" Rory gently removed the arm, refusing to acknowledge the warm feeling it have given her. They had also reached her classroom so she stopped and leaned towards it showing that it was hers.

"Looks like we have the same one." He followed her in and sat down next to her. The classroom slowly filled up. Rory didn't pay much attention because she was getting out her notebook and pencil, so he had no idea who had left a long skinny box on top of her desk. She looked at the top and it was addressed to her. She looked over at Logan, but he was still getting out his own pencil. He hadn't put it there. Tentatively, she opened it to find a gorgeous diamond ring, with a large oval in the center and two diamonds flanking it on each side. They were set into a beautiful, shinny white gold. There was, thankfully this time, an accompanying note.

Beloved,

Since we are betrothed, shouldn't you have a ring?

You have my heart,

Logan

Rory looked over at her neighbor with a small hint of fright in her eyes. Logan didn't see it because he was looking straight at the professor who had just walked in.

A/N once again, thank you so much to everyone who has read this. I do try.