With Logan, the way he worked, kissed, played with her it was as if he were loving someone and it was unbearable to know that he didn't even care about her.

"Rory."

-

Rory jolted from her thoughts just before bumping into Paris.

"Watch it, what you think turning me away in my time of desperation isn't enough you have to come and rub it in my face all over again. Well let me tell you Gilmore, you've done enough thank you."

"Whoa, Paris slow down. I didn't turn you away, you left."

"Only because Huntzberger didn't seem to want me there and I assumed neither did you. You only ever do what he wants anymore, what's with that?"

"First of all I do what I want and second I did want to hear about it. Is it my fault Logan was being a jerk."

"Well, no, I guess not but,"

"So tell me then, what's up? All I caught in that crazy ramble of yours was something about Doyle saying something or something?"

Paris looked at Rory and smiled, then started to blush. She looked like some innocent school girl who just found out that the boy she'd been crushing over actually like her too.

"Come on Paris, spill it."

"Okay, but not here."

And with that Paris grabbed Rory's arm and dragged her around the corner and down the hall to their dorm room. Once in side Paris forced Rory onto the couch and sat across from her. She looked her in the eyes, smiled that lovers smile once more before taking a deep breath and,

"Doyle told me he loved me."

Rory was stunned, not only was that the calmest and shortest sentence she had ever heard come out of Paris Geller's mouth but Doyle had told this crazy nut that he loved her. How long had they been dating now, almost 3 moths she guessed, although she wasn't really sure when it started but,

"So what, don't you have anything to say? Nothing? I tell you that Doyle tells me that he loves me and you just sit there like a monkey with a banana who doesn't know what to do with it. Thanks Rory. I knew I was wrong to come to you after Huntzberger blew me off the first time. What was I think…"

"Paris."

"What?"

"Wow."

"What?"

"Wow."

"Rory, wow what?"

"Doyle loves you.'

Paris grinned and blushed a full body pink.

"Ya, I guess he does."

"That' soo great."

"Yea, I guess it is isn't it?"

"I'm soo happy for you."

Rory leaned in to give her friend a reassuring hug. When they drew apart Rory noticed a smile on Paris' face, and new smile, one she'd never seen before. It was a lover's smile. She wished she had one of those and for the briefest moment was extremely jealous of Paris and Doyle and what they had, of what she wished she had with Logan.

"So what do I do now? Do I tell him I love him, or do I wait until he tells me again, or should I… Rory what do I do?"

But there was a knock at the door. Paris jumped up.

"It's Doyle. I didn't say anything so he's come to break up with me. Ohh, I'm soo stupid, why didn't I just say it back, why didn, "

"Paris sit."

She sat.

"Now calm down. It's probably not Doyle, I think he has class right now, and IF it is he certainly hasn't come to break up with you."

"Right." pipped Paris.

"He loves you remember?"

"Right."

And Paris faded into he lovers smile and calmly waited for Rory to answer the door and tell her who it was.

But when she opened the door there was no one there. The hall was deserted and she didn't see any sign of anyone. Strange, she thought.

"Who is it?"

"Umm, it's nobody."

"What do you mean, nobody. Somebody knocked on our door."

And Paris got up to take a look for herself.