"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.

Ducked away in a shadow, Logan held his breath. If Paris found him he was ruined. He wasn't ready to face Rory. When he came here he though he was but when he'd gotten close enough and heard the girls talking about love he had lost all of his composure.

Paris barged past Rory and poked her head into the hall. She looked left, then panned to the right.

"Huntzberger."

Logan winched.

"What?"

"It's Huntzbeger, I know it is. He's always playing tricks on me. He knew I would be here all excited and upset and confused and he's playing me for everything I'm worth. He, Finn and Colin are laughing their asses off somewhere. Ohhh,"

Logan sighed quietly.

"Paris, calm down, Logan had nothing to do with this. It was probably a knock on another dorm door or something."

"Well you're just protecting your little love bug there aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Logans ears perked up.

"You heard me. The way you're always together, the way he flirts with you, the way you flirt back. It's so obvious Rory. God, the man in the moon can see it from where he is, you are truly madly deeply in love with Logan Huntzberger, who are you trying to kid."

And before Rory could respond or Logan could sneak another secret Paris ushered Rory back into the dorm and shut the door. Logan was now to far away to hear any more of the conversation and wasn't ready to chance being caught no matter his urgencey to find out Rory's response.

"I..." Rory stumbled and though am I, "I am not." And she turned to head for the safety of her room. She was confused about Logan but she didn't want to discuse it with Paris.

"Oh no, no you don't get to run away from this one Gilmore, you're going to admit that you love Logan, and I'm not backing down until you do."

Paris wedged herself in Rorys doorway before Rory had a chance to close it.

"I am not discussing this with you Paris."

"And why not? because it's true isn't it?"

"Paris go ahead and think whatever you want, but Logan and I are just friends." Are we though, Rory thought. It made her sad to think it.

"You'd have to be blind, deaf and completely ignorant not to notice the way his eyes follow you around the newsroom."

Rory abandoned trying to close the door, and fell to the comfort of her bed. Paris was going to have this out whether she wanted to or not.

"I notice when you sneak out at night you know, and when he drops by and you two disappear, what's that all about. As far as I'm aware Rory Gilmore is not one to lend her heart gently."

Rory was fumming.

"You know what Paris you shouldn't judge so quickly. Doyle comes out and tells you he loves you and you don't even stick around long enough to say it back."

"I..," Paris stood mouth gaping open. "That's not fair, this is about you and Huntzberger."

That was it, Rory's out.

"No Paris, you are in love with Doyle and you're taking your frustration of not saying anything to him out on me and I will not have it."

Paris just looked at her. There was a long silence between the girls. And then, slowly, Paris sat on the bed next to her.

"I didn't say anything, you're right." Paris dropped her head on Rory's shoulder. "I didn't know what to do. I was so shocked that I just freaked out and left. I mean I was excited but confused. It made me think, "Do you love him?" and I was scared because I didn't know and I didn't want to stick around and wait for him to ask me if I did."

Rory waited a minute before she spoke.

"Well, do you love him?"

"Yes." was Paris' quiet reply.

"Well then I think you need to find him and tell him."

"But how?"

"Any way you want to. Yell it from a balcony, whisper it from right next to him it doesn't matter, as long as you tell him. Then he'll know you feel the same way."

"I love him Rory."

"I know you do."

The girls sat like that for a little while before Paris stood up.

"I'll see you later." Paris paused. She smiled, "Or maybe not." and she skipped out of the room like a young school girl would.

Rory lay back on her bed and heard the main door open and then close. She lay looking up at her ceiling watching the glow of a setting sun play with the shadows in her room. She took a deep breath and sighed. Then the main door opened and closed again.

"What'd you forget Paris?"

A/N: I wanted to thank all of my reviewers, it means a lot to know that somebody out there likes this as much as I do, I also wanted to thank all of you for your positive thoughts. Two points of order however; I am moving in three days so you may only get one more update out of me for a little while, but I may post a double chapter to make up for it. Secondly, as Logan and Rory have unmistakable chemistry, the next two chapters are going to be R rated due to sexual content. Tasteful, but not appropriate for all readers. Sorry to anyone offended or put-off by this change. Chapter 6 will return to PG, and you won't miss anything important (as far as I can figure from where it stands right now.) As an author I needed to create a little more frustrated heat between the pair.

Thank you and enjoy what you've got coming.