It was early morning, 6:34 to be exact, when Rory was awoken by the incessant ringing of her cell phone. She lazily rolled over in bed, slung her arms over the edge and groped the ground in search of the annoying item. Once she had found the blasted thing she yanked it open violently and brought it up to her ear.
"This had better be good," she grumbled into the phone groggily.
"Oh, it is," came the familiar voice of her mother, "I was outside just now and you'll never guess what I saw."
"Oh God! If this is another 'Rock in the shape of Elvis' phone call-"
"Better!" Lorelai exclaimed, cutting her off. "I saw this cloud…"
"Good grief!"
"…and it looked EXACTLY like Mr. Peanut or whatever his name is. You know that peanut thing… with the top hat and monocle… the Planter's Peanut mascot… You know what I'm talking about? Rory? Fruit of my loins?"
"What was that? I'm pretending you're dead."
"But Mr. Peanut--"
"Dead people can't talk!"
"Obviously you haven't seen the Sixth Sense…"
"And obviously you still haven't noticed I'm not Haley Joel Osmond… why are you up at this ungodly hour? Shouldn't you be in bed dreaming about, I dunno, tap-dancing pink bunnies like all the other nut-cases on temporary release?"
"Don't be silly, pink bunnies can't tap dance! They tango. It's the aquamarine ones that tap dance," Lorelai mockingly scolded.
"What was I thinking?"
"You apparently weren't… what have they been teaching you at that school?"
"Did I mention that it's 6:37? In the MORNING?"
"That late already?"
"You never answered my question."
"Which one?"
"Why are you up?"
"Luke had to get up early to open the diner. I've started getting up early with him."
"And also seem to have decided that everyone else should as well."
"You're grumpy," Lorelai sung sweetly.
"6:38."
"The day has begun!"
"Don't you have a boyfriend that you could annoy?"
"Yea, I was really just trying to amuse myself for the walk to the diner. I'm here now, so… I'll leave you alone. I guess I'll see you at dinner tonight."
"Not if you know what's best for you!" Rory growled in response.
"Love you too, sweets. Bye!" Lorelai spoke quickly. Rory heard the jingle of bells and then a click as her mother hung up.
"And the damage is done," Rory ripped back the sheets on her bed and flung her feet to the floor. She knew that she'd never fall asleep again; her mother had spoken just long enough to ensure that. She stuck her feet into some slippers and stumbled towards her closet in search of a housecoat. Finding a fairly cute one (blue with little monkeys and bananas), she threw it on, smoothed down some of her hair half-heartedly and slunk out of the room in search of coffee.
She headed down to the cafeteria and ordered the biggest, blackest coffee they had. With coffee in hand she turned to leave. As she rounded the corner she brought her coffee up to her lips for a long soothing drink… and smacked right into a tall dark stranger, causing Rory to spill the hot liquid down the front of her.
"Shit," Rory swore, jumping back as the black fluid made contact with her housecoat.
"Sorry about that… oh, hey." A smooth voice responded. Rory looked up in disbelief to re-evaluate her initial impression. It wasn't a tall dark stranger that she had collided with; he was a very familiar toe-headed boy (A/N: for anyone who doesn't know… toe-headed means blond… I'm not making fun of his head). Logan Huntzberger stood before, clad in a long black jacket, dark slacks, and the majority of his hair hiding beneath a baseball cap.
"Of course its you," Rory stated sarcastically rolling her eyes and attempting to brush away the stain setting in on her house coat with her free hand. As she brushed down her body, her hand became tangled in the knot tied loosely around her waist and the housecoat came open in the front revealing the pyjamas worn beneath: a lovely pink ensemble covered from head to toe with coffee cups and coffee related items.
"Nice outfit, Ace." Logan smirked as he eyed her up and down. Rory blushed and glared up at him. "Where are you headed?"
"Back to my room," she grumbled wondering if her day could get any worse.
"Great. I'll join you. Let's go and get you outta those clothes."
"Excuse me?" Rory exclaimed in shock.
"Your PJs, as cute as they are, are soaked in coffee and you need to get into some dry clothes," he chuckled.
"I need to get another cup of coffee first… I'm not the nicest person to deal with if I don't have at least on REALLY BIG cup of what I firmly believe is the elixir of life."
"Okay, tell you what, you go to your room and get changed and I'll go and buy you another cup of this 'elixir'," he said as he started to walk towards the cafeteria.
"What do you get out of it?" Rory called to him.
"Why does everyone always assume I have a hidden agenda?"
"I repeat: what do you get out of it?"
"Nothin', Ace. I'm just being a gentleman," he said as he disappeared around the corner.
