I lead him to a bench not far from the pub, and sit down with him next to me. "What's going on with you Logan?" I ask softly.
"Excuse me if I don't like it when my girlfriend goes to another country with my friend." He clips.
I sigh. "I'm not your girlfriend Logan. We're not exclusive; remember? Point of fact, weren't you out with Jessica from your econ class when Finn and I got on the plane?"
He grunts. "That's not the point Ace."
I turn to face him. "That's exactly the point Logan. You want me to give more than you're willing to, and I can't anymore. I really, really can't."
He shakes his head. "I can't give more Ace."
"You're not ready. I know that. But it's not the only thing that doesn't fit with us." I pause. "You would never fit into my life."
He lifts an eyebrow. "You fit into my life just fine Rory." He growls.
I sigh. "That's not what I said. I know I can fit into your life. I said you would never fit into mine. And I'm not willing to give my life up just to drown in yours."
"I can try to fit in yours."
I laugh lightly. "Logan, you just ordered a 650 bottle of bourbon at a college pub and left before drinking any." I say carefully. "I would never do that."
"So we'll go back and drink it."
I shake my head. "No Logan, I would never have ordered it."
He sighs. "So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that when you're ready, I think we're going to be really great friends. You challenge me; you keep me on my toes. But we don't belong together."
"I can try."
I tilt my head. "I don't want you to change who you are. Someday, you're going to find a girl who won't need you to change."
"But you do."
"In order to fit in my life, you would have to, yes. Rather significantly. You're not a bad person Huntzberger, you're just not made for Stars Hollow."
He winces. "You're certainly right about that. There's nothing there."
I laugh. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. That, right there. You look at Stars Hollow and see a tiny town with nothing to do. I look at it and see endless possibilities."
He closes his eyes. "Much as I hate to admit this, Finn would probably be really good at that. He sees possibility in everything."
I look across the Quad. "I honestly don't know what's going on there." I admit. "And I would assume you don't want to hear me talk about it."
He grins. "I'll be the first to admit I'm going to ban him from talking to me about it for the foreseeable future, but eventually, I probably wouldn't mind hearing your side."
I look at him. "So friends?"
He nods. "Give me a couple days though."
I open my eyes slowly and blink a few times to make sure I'm not imagining things. "Finn?" I ask carefully.
"Yes love?" he responds.
"What are you doing in my room?"
He lifts a book. "Reading."
I look more closely at the book. "I thought you said it was boring."
He grins. "It is boring love, but what else was I going to do?"
I gesture at the bookshelves. "Read a non-boring book?"
"You're not even going to ask how I got in?"
"Seeing as how Paris didn't wake me up in a fury, I'm guessing you used the window."
"This doesn't bother you?"
"I haven't decided yet." I pause. "Did you bring coffee?"
He hands me a paper cup, and I taste it experimentally. "Nope. Not upset." I climb out of bed and grab the book from him. "Where did you find it?"
He shrugs. "Logan gave it to me this morning. I think he knew I was coming by. I thought I told you to get it back before you broke up with him."
I grin. "Yeah, but he wasn't nearly as upset about it as you said he would be."
"This is true. How did you pull that off?"
"I told him that if he kept being that possessive, he had to spend more time in Stars Hollow."
"Why would that be a bad thing?"
I lift an eyebrow at him. "You do remember Stars Hollow, right?"
"Cute little town we dropped you off at the night you wore the tiara."
I nod. "In the middle of nowhere."
He shrugs. "If there's enough there to keep you occupied, I'm sure it can't be all bad. See, you pretend to be calm and sedate, but I've seen you truly drunk – a few times actually. Did you know that your true nature shines when you're drunk?"
I laugh. "So I take it you're willing to brave the sun on Saturday to make the trek to my hometown? Your presence was requested by my mom."
His eyes widen. "The one who threatened me?"
I nod. "She promised to be nice, and to apologize." I offer.
He winces. "Nice could mean a lot of things love. Really, anything better than playing darts with my bits would be considered nice from her."
I bite my lip. "She wouldn't do that." I grin. "She'd definitely be willing to sic Miss Patty on you, but now that she knows we're friends, she'd never really hurt you." I pause. "Much."
"Who's Miss Patty?"
"Dance teacher. When you meet her, watch your backside."
He stands, and wraps an arm around my shoulders before guiding me out into the common room to sit on the couch. "Don't you mean my back love?"
I giggle. "Nope. I absolutely mean your backside. Miss Patty likes to pinch." At his horrified look, I crack, laughing uncontrollably.
"You're not serious?" he asks carefully.
I shake my head no.
"Gilmore! What the hell are you doing laughing this early? I'm meditating!" Paris' voice shouts from her room.
I wince. "Sorry Paris!" I glance at Finn. "I'll get dressed and you can buy me coffee on the way to my class."
I jump up, and walk into my room, changing quickly.
"You! What the hell did you do to her? She was a good student! And you up and abducted her!"
I hurry out of the room to find Paris approaching Finn ominously. "Paris, calm down." I say quickly, stepping between them. "I'm fine. I'm back, and I'm even on my way to class." I point at my books near the door. "See? Going."
She glances over, then back at Finn. "Don't cause anymore trouble Aussie boy."
He nods quietly, and follows me out the door as I grab my bags. I glance at him. "Sorry." I offer.
"Most people don't have roommates who are scarier than their mothers love. Where did you find her?"
I shrug. "We went to high school together. She sort of followed me. At first I wanted to get rid of her, but it's kind of funny to watch people attempt to get past her. Even my mom has trouble sometimes. I don't know; she's Paris."
He nods. "Definitely fiery." He offers, looping an arm around my shoulders.
We walk quietly, picking up our coffees as we go. "So, you'll brave the Hollow with me on Saturday?" I ask, wrapping my arm around his waist.
He nods. "I will indeed." He affirms. "I must try this coffee you praise so much."
I grin. "Goodie." I stop in front of my class. "Thanks for the coffee." I say quietly.
He nods. "Anytime love." He whispers, kissing my cheek lightly before walking away. As he reaches the door to the building, he turns. "One thing though. I am perfectly willing to brave another dinner at your Grandmother's. We'll head out Friday night."
