Disclaimer: I will own Gilmore Girls as soon as pigs decide to sprout wings. So never.

Rambling On and On: I didn't realize I had so little about Paris. And I love Paris so she just HAS to be in my story. Here we go, by the way, I'm hyper if my story seems hyper to blame it on caffeine. Oh yeah one last thing, I made the fight they had into a one-shot its called "The Last Spill" check it out. Hehe.

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Rory walked away slowly, smugly away from the bulletin board. She had observed that interviews were tomorrow at seven AM. This had proved to be a great night. Rory walked back to her apartment and stepped right in. She flicked on the light only to see Paris sprawled in the middle of the floor with every single curtain closed, and rocking back and forth like a scared child.

"Paris what's the matter?" Rory asked and kneeled down next to her ex/new roommate. I mean what else would you do if your uh friend was laying in the middle of the floor acting like a four year old.

"That neighbor, he was watching me." Paris replied with a shaky tone. She motioned toward the left window.

"Were you getting undressed?"

"I was writing Gilmore, but you should have seen the look in his eye, he only let me see him for a second then walked away. Tried to act casual, but he would have been back any second to watch me do a strip tease."

Rory furrowed her brow Paris was overreacting. Again. "Paris are you sure he wasn't just washing dishes or something and happened to look up and see you?"

Paris gave her a stern, cold look. And Rory could tell any second Paris was going to blow. "He had a gleam in his eye."

"Are you sure it wasn't something reflecting it?"

"Yes, besides Gilmore you have a boyfriend to stand up for you." Paris stated blankly. What boyfriend? Rory hadn't dated for at least a year!

"What boyfriend Paris?"

"That Logan boy. The heir. Quite the gold digger aren't we Gilmore."

"Logan? I'm not dating Logan I never even actually was technically his 'girlfriend'."

"I saw you chatting it up with him by the pool." Paris got up and headed toward her bedroom. Rory followed.

"Paris, you got the wrong idea. There was no joy there, no charm, no chemistry nothing!"

Paris had now entered her bedroom. "Uh-huh Gilmore." Paris said slamming the door in her face. She hadn't changed a bit. She was just as stubborn. Rory headed towards her own bedroom and went to sleep, dreaming of reporters and well as much as she hated to admit it Logan. But Rory assured herself that a dream is a dream.

7:00

Rory pulled into her destination; the local newspaper, The Daily Banner. It had a boring name, but it could offer her a job. No more late night bar for her. She took a deep breath, hopped out of her car and entered the building.

"Hello, I'm here for the interview." Rory said with a smile to the lady at the desk. The woman, in a very rude manner, pointed toward a door to her left.

"There's an interview in session at the moment." Rory went and sat down in a nearby chair and waited.

The door slowly creaked open and out popped the blonde of the blondes.

Logan.

He saw her and let a small smile out, "Rory sorry about the money, I'm not going to try to give you charity."

"Um hum." Rory said coldly it seemed he was applying for the job. Damn it now I probably will loose to an heir Rory thought to herself.

"And in case your wondering I wasn't applying for the job," he paused with a nervous look on his face, "I was just in there seeing um Pearl."

Rory nodded. Ignoring what he had said completely and entered the office. But stopped dead in her tracks, because sitting in the boss's chair was pretty blonde herself. She must be named Pearl.

Pearls eyes bugged out about 3 inches seeing the so-called-threat applying for a job. "No need to sit." She said coldly with a dark stare.

"I think I should."

"I'm sorry we don't need your services here."

"I think I have a fair chance."

"No," Pearl said loud and clear, then more quietly hissed, "You'll go to any length to get Logan won't you?"

"I'm sorry," Rory, said defeated. "I think there's a misunderstanding I wasn't after Logan." This job wasn't going to be hers after all.

"Out." Pearl mumbled.

Rory left, she wasn't going to stand around and argue her point, to Logan's girlfriend. She shut the door quietly behind her and let a tear escape. Not a big one, just enough though. Logan had obviously heard the whole thing he was sitting in a chair with is hands in his pockets. But as soon as he saw Rory's tears he got up.

"Look Rory, I know you think this is my fault. But just listen."

Rory shook her head, he was ruining her life, and not even doing it purposely, that must take real talent. She stepped outside and ran to her car, leaving Logan between the walls behind her. She hated that everyone thought she liked Logan, and worst of all she hated that it bothered her more than it should of. Something told her she was in denial, but she drown that thought with tears that were now falling freely.

Sorry, if these aren't really in character, I need suggestions… and criticism, help me out please! Sorry if this is a little foggy, my mind is now floating, and I'm no longer hyper.