When I walk into the room after my conversation with Grandpa I'm smiling. Little prankster thinks he can mess with a Gilmore, does he?
"Sit down Rory." Paris' voice clips and I glance over at the couches. Oh hell, she's doing roommate time again. Why can't she just say, 'let's have a movie night'? No, not Paris Gellar. She could never just admit she wants to spend time with a person. Nope. She has to get Terrence to tell her when it's time to spend time with the people in her life. Regardless of their schedules.
"I don't have time for this Paris. I have a paper due in two days that I've only done two drafts of."
"Terrence says we've been neglecting our path Rory."
"I really can't do this right now Paris, seriously."
"Sit down Rory."
I sigh and move to the chair. "How long is this going to take?" I mutter.
"Well, I have crafts, and movies, and I even bought some junk food." I glance at the bag of apple chips in horror.
"That is not junk food Paris. I'll tell you what. If you put this off until tonight, I'll call my mom, and we can head to Stars Hollow for a proper girls' night." I offer hopefully.
"Don't be ridiculous Rory, you know we can't develop our relationship as roommates if we get interrupted by outsiders."
I feel the hope grow inside of me as a loud series of knocks interrupts us. Please God be someone who desperately needs to talk to me. To take me away from the insanity. I glance at Paris, who's glaring at me, and hurry to the door, flinging it open to reveal a frazzled Logan. "Hi." He's hot when he's stressed. I should freak him out more often.
"We have a problem Ace." He pushes past me into the room and I suppress a victory dance.
"Can it wait? Paris and I are…oh hell what do you want Logan?" I shrug indifferently at Paris.
"Roommate time Gilmore!" Paris clips.
Stupid fucking idiotic roommate time. Ugh. "Tell Terrence to take roommate time and shove it up his ass Paris."
"Terrence says this is important to develop the road of our relationship!" she insists
I smile tightly at her. "Again, tell him to stick it up his ass. I have company." I turn to face him. "Now, I repeat. What the hell do you want Logan?"
He grimaces. "We could, you know, do this when you're not in a bad mood."
"Or we could do this now." Why is it that men always insist on avoiding confrontation? Jackass.
"Yeah. So, Bell told your grandfather about what happened in class." He offers.
I narrow my eyes at him. That is not what happened. "How, precisely, did you find this out? Because I'm sensing a larger story here."
He shrugs. "You're not going to call me a butt faced miscreant again, are you?"
"If the title is appropriate. Somehow I get the impression dumb shit jackass is going to be more suited to the situation because you still haven't told me what the hell you're doing here Logan." Go on Huntzberger. Spit it out. We're betrothed. You can do it.
He flops into the chair next to Paris. "I think we might be engaged." Good boy.
Paris sputters. "What the hell did you do now?" she asks incredulously, and I smile at the tiny smirk that plays on his face. He's crafty; I'll give him that. No! Class ruiner! Bad Rory for caving to the pretty face!
"Paris, get out." I clip darkly. This is going to be fun.
"Need I remind you of the rules of roommate time?"
"Get out now, Paris." I glare at her dangerously. So not the one to fight me on Gellar. So not the one.
"You have an hour Rory." She moves about quickly, gathering her things and closing the door quietly.
"What happened?" I ask him softly.
He leans back a bit. "Okay, so to be perfectly honest, I don't remember much of the conversation. He said something about property arrangements and pre-nups and then I pretty much don't remember anything until he said 'welcome to the family'. That I remember because I checked with Finn and Colin to make sure he really said it."
Wow, he has really cut abs. No! Evil Logan wrecked class! Must continue to taunt him! "How could you let this happen? I told you! I told you no good could possibly come of this stupid stunt!"
"Hey! This is not my fault! And really, would it be so bad?"
Stop thinking like this Rory. Stop attempting to cave in. I feel his arms wrap around me and nearly crumble. He smells like spice and chocolate and oh dear lord he smells like coffee. "We hardly know one another Logan. We can't get married." I whisper, looking up at him and nearly getting lost in the blue of his eyes.
He smiles. "Well, you know, according to gossip, most of New England's high society thinks we've been dating for a year and a half." He pulls me against him more tightly. And then he opens his freaking mouth. But wow, warm.
"That's not the point. Actually engaged is very different from fake dating to get rid of the annoying, stock quoting, MBA candidate. How could you let this happen?" I exhale into his chest, attempting to ignore the comforting scents and warm arms around me.
"It's not like they asked for my permission Ace." He says softly into my hair.
I push back abruptly. Focus Gilmore. There is a point to what you're doing. Stop smelling him and get on with it! "Did you confirm this absurdity with your father?" I say quickly, attempting to regain control of the conversation.
"Not really high on my list of priorities, no."
"Maybe you should." I say, moving back a bit more.
He moves closer, speaking calmly. "No, I'd say something stupid, he'd react badly, and the whole thing would blow up in our faces."
I nod. Must keep going. "Okay, but what if Grandpa didn't actually talk to your dad?"
He freezes, and fixes his eyes on me. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" He knows.
"I asked if it was possible my grandfather didn't find out about your ridiculous class interrupting idiocy from Bell, seeing as how he's never met the man, but rather from another source?" I grin at him. Ha! Take that prank boy!
"You conniving little witch!" he shouts.
Now that's going to far. "What did you expect me to do Logan? Bend over and take it? You thrashed my class!"
"So you sent your grandfather to me talking about property arrangements and pre-nups? It was a joke Rory!"
"It wasn't funny!" Has he ever called me that? Ever? I think I like that.
"It really was." He clips.
"Not to me! That was my class Logan! And one of the things that is truly sacred to me is my education. I don't react well to provocation." Why did I tell him that? I didn't want to tell him that.
"And apparently you can't take a joke!" I feel his breath on my face as he backs me against the wall and carefully focus on ignoring how amazing it feels. "This means war Gilmore." He whispers into my ear.
"Bring it on Huntzberger." I clip evenly, watching him stalk out of the room, slamming the door. What the hell did I just get myself into?
