AN: Wow, those reviews were great and made me very happy. I started thinking about how I could do another chapter to this story because it seemed very much a one shot, but then I had an idea. Please let me know if you like this technique or if I should quit while I'm ahead. I also plan to write another chapter to Breathe Deep (my Trory) soon and maybe finally another one to I Tried to Forget You if I have time/am procrastinating something. If you haven't read those I would LOVE for you to read and comment. Okay, that's enough of a note – on to the story.

A few days went by and Rory hadn't heard a single word from Logan – she'd called him after receiving his letter in her window, but still nothing. Paris had been locked in her room fighting with Doyle, Marty didn't want to hear about it, and Lorelai wouldn't understand leaving Rory with no one to talk to. She decided to call Lane; maybe she'd be able to get some help there. She dialed those seven familiar digits waiting to hear Lane's voice, but instead Brian answered.

"Lane and Zach are on a date."

"Okay, thanks Brian."

Rory hung up the phone and found something to study to keep herself occupied and get her mind off of Logan at least for a little while. After about an hour, she needed a bottle of water but she was out in her room so she went into the common room where Paris and Doyle were sitting on the couch.

"Listen Gilmore, there's a new assignment on your desk and I want it on mine by Monday morning."

"Doyle, its Thursday!" Rory exclaimed.

"Consider it punishment for how you treated your editor on Saturday."

"This isn't the newsroom, Doyle, this is my room and I can talk however I like."

With that she stormed out of the suite to find the work that Doyle left. She had a feeling it would be something as spiteful as when Paris gave her the parking lot piece. On the way to the newsroom, Rory stopped for coffee and saw Marty walking away from the coffee stand.

"Hey," she said softly.

"Hey, Rory."

"Look…Marty…I'm…"

"You don't have to be," he cut her off, "I knew you liked him, I shouldn't have said anything."

If I didn't say it would I still have felt it, what's the sense in that.

"I don't want to lose you."

"You won't."

Marty walked away and Rory just watched…once again seeing her best friend walk out of her life.

The newsroom was quiet at 9:00pm on a Thursday – most of the Yale students were out celebrating Thirsty Thursday. Rory found her assignment and groaned, "write and editorial on courtesy in the workplace." Only Doyle would think of something like that and make her do it. He knew as well as she did that no one on campus would care enough to read that piece therefore demeaning Rory to a lower class of writer.

Since her first class on Fridays wasn't until noon, Rory decided to begin writing the story just to get it over with. It had to get done quickly anyway since Rory planned on going home the next night and not getting back until late on Sunday. Doyle knew that Rory wanted to go home for the weekend because Lorelai was still having a hard time getting over the Luke situation especially after how he acted at Fiddler on the Roof. Suddenly Rory's thoughts were interrupted by someone fumbling with the door…in walked the three musketeers…all three of them completely smashed.

"Why hello, Gilmore," Finn said attempting to be charming as always, "what brings you here instead of with us and a bottle of well…anything, on a Thursday night?"

Before she said a word, Rory watched the drunken Logan walk out of the room confirming her suspicions. Logan was avoiding her.

"Come on, Rory, party with us," Colin added.

"I have to write an editorial and I'm going home tomorrow night so it needs to get done."

"Work, work, work, is that all you Americans do?"

"Finn," Colin said, "Where'd Logan go?"

The two drunken boys were sidetracked and left the room and Rory to go find their drunken third. Rory couldn't concentrate on her article anymore, she wanted to cry. She knew that she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up when Logan wrote her that letter. Chances were, he didn't even write it – someone else did just to mess with her head. Lorelai was right, those socialites were manipulative and not the type to get involved with.

"Are you ever going to ask me out? No answer. You flirt with me. You act like you like me a little. You show up here, with a friend, not a date. I mean, aren't you? Ever? Pause. You do like me, right? Logan smiles. Oh. Okay. Uh, no problem. She tries to pull away; he doesn't let her. I'll just, um, let you go back to your table, and I'll just start burrowing directly into the ground," Rory remembered the wedding.

"I have thought about asking you out, several times. I just don't think it's such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because you're special."

"Special, like 'Stop eating the paste', special?"

"You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You are incredibly interesting. You're definitely girlfriend material. I, however, am definitely not boyfriend material. I can't do commitment, and I don't want to pretend to you that I can. If I were to date you, there would be no dating. It would be something, right away, and I'm not that guy."

It wasn't like he didn't warn her; he was running from commitment even though he said he'd try it. Rory couldn't figure out exactly what was on Logan's mind; they were enigmatic to each other. She sat at her desk knowing that the piece had to be written, but thinking about nothing by Logan….daydreaming of how his hands felt on her skin. Every touch made her melt and no matter how wrong he was – something made it feel right when they were together.

Rory fell asleep at her desk and was awakened at 3am by someone once again playing with the door. She wanted it to be Logan to sweep her off her feet; he was there but Finn and Colin were by his side. The three of them were further into oblivion than they had been earlier and she had no clue what they were doing there.

"Rory – I want you."

That was all Logan said before again disappearing from sight; the other two were oblivious to all that was going on around them. Looking at the clock, Rory realized that she should head back to her room and get some sleep.

After walking back to the dorm, Rory wasn't very tired – she was too busy thinking of Logan's words. She didn't want to be the kind of girl that let a guy dictate her emotions – she wanted to prove that she could be free. After a year of being single she made a mistake with Dean and had another shot at the relationship, but she realized that wasn't what she wanted. Maybe she didn't want a relationship – but something about Logan made her never want to be away from him.

Rory spent the night lying in bed thinking, dozing in and out of consciousness a few times. When her alarm went off at 11, she didn't remember falling asleep and she wasn't feeling too well rested. After a shower and a cup of coffee, it was off to her journalism class. The class discussion revolved around digging into the heart and soul of a story; finding out every angle and reading between the lines. Rory started to do that to the short letter she got from Logan. This wasn't going to be a good day.

Rory had one more class after journalism then it was back to Stars Hollow. She sat in the car listening to the Bangles and remembering the concert she went to with her mother, Sookie, Madeline, Louise, and Paris – that was the start of the friendship that led to the two of them living together at Yale. Logan's name hadn't crossed her mind at all and she was thankful for that.

She pulled into the driveway to find her mom's jeep there so she went into the house and yelled, "I'm home," but Lorelai was no where to be found. After searching the entire house, Rory went outside and noticed something different about the garage so she let herself in. The sight wasn't something that Rory wanted to see – Lorelai was sitting in the corner crying with the DVDs of Batman and Robin and The Mirror Has Two Faces sitting in front of her.

"Why can't I look like Elle Macpherson?"

"What?"

"Sookie told me that Rachel was an Elle Macpherson pretty and I said that I couldn't picture Luke with her and Sookie asked if I saw him with a Lorelai Gilmore pretty and I said no. Rachel does look like Elle Macpherson and I'm nothing. I want to look like her."

Rory didn't say a word she just sat down next to her mother. She didn't know what to say; everything with Luke had just been crazy. Everyone knew how much the two of them cared about each other, but it was Christopher and Emily who ruined it. For the first time Rory was seeing how Lorelai grew up and had her life dictated – Emily would stop at nothing to have her way. There was one thing Rory knew her mother missed almost as much as Luke – Luke's coffee, so she went to the diner to get some.

"Hey Rory. How's your mom?"

"You should know," that was the most spiteful tone Luke had ever heard come out of Rory's mouth.

"Look, Rory, I'm sorry, but I can't be her number two."

"You aren't Luke, don't you see that. My father will always be a part of my life, but you raised me more than he did. This is all my grandmother's doing."

"I can't be part of that life; the socialite parties…that's not my thing."

"It's not mom's either, that's why we live in Stars Hollow. She brought me up keeping me away from that because she didn't want to see the kind of pain the two of you are feeling….forget it, I just need two coffees."

Rory realized that she wasn't only talking about her grandmother, she was talking about herself. Logan would be approved of and cause her to be involved in that set. She was going to be obligated to be at more of those boring events than she already went to. She was feeling the same way as Luke about being dragged into all of it; maybe Logan didn't want her on his arm every time. Maybe Logan didn't want anyone to know about them.