A/n: I was inspired so I decided to write a chapter…enjoy! (This took me a few nights to write because I wasn't sure what to do with it) Please, please, please review!

Love, Hate and Other Things

"Baby," Rory began as she snuggled under Ben's covers. She curled up next to him as he wrapped a protective arm across her shoulders.

"Yes sugarplum," he joked back, falling easily into the sugary nick names they had chosen to mock their least favourite couple- Eiren and Paris.

"Your coming to the wedding with me right?" she asked running her finger tips up and down his chest as she rested her head against his own.

"Hm, I'll have to check my schedule," he smirked at her and she replied by hitting him with a pillow. "Mature,"

"I know…but that's why you love me," she gave him a chaste kiss to the lips and relaxed back against him. They had been like this for over two months now- 'friends with benefits'. What exactly does that entail? Well, dates for parties and events, random kissing when wanted, sleeping together in the sexual and platonic senses, and basically just having a good time together. Some call this a fuck buddy, but 'friends with benefits' is just so much…cleaner…don't you think?

"What time is it?" Ben asked squinting up to the ceiling to see the darkening room. "I know you just got here, but I have a date," he said bracing himself as he felt her body stiffen next to him.

"When I left my apartment it was five PM. Why are you still in bed anyways?" she asked confused that he'd be in bed so late in the day.

"I wasn't feeling good so I figured I'd sleep…and it helped that you came over," he added, softening up the fact that he was leaving. She snuggled up closer to him and slipped her arms around his waist.

"I don't think your going anywhere- you're all hot and sweaty," she touched his forehead and smirked up at him.

"No I'm not," he felt his own head and looked at her quizzically.

"But you will be," another evil grin and she pressed her lips firmly to his, climbing carefully on top of him, throwing all caution to the wind. What's a cold between friends anyway?

-

"I said black dresses with sea foam green bows across the waist and you gave me aqua! This is a disaster!" Paris screamed into the phone as she looked critically at the dresses in front of her.

Eiren looked at his bride to be- she was so angry over some silly dress that she wouldn't even be wearing. What did it matter? Oh No!

"You just fix this little mistake or I'll keep the dresses without paying for them you incapable little prick!" she slammed the phone down and brewed for a moment before putting on her happy face.

"Snoopy, is everything all right?" Eiren asked concerned for his fiancée's well being.

"It's just super snicker doodle. I'll be okay, I promise. You just have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow," she gave him a peck on the cheek and skipped out of the apartment.

"Women!" Eiren threw his arms above him and relaxed onto the couch as he awaited the arrival of his friends. They were supposed to have a bachelor party tonight and Eiren was contemplating what he would do if they guys got him a stripper.

A doorbell broke his thoughts and he rose to answer it hoping it was at least someone of some minor interest.

He smiled as his eyes met a short brunette, "Hey Kimiko," he ushered her inside and sat down on the couch after her.

"So you're probably wondering what I'm doing here," she began, leaning forward and staring into her hands.

"Yeah, that may have crossed my mind," he smirked at her and relaxed back onto the couch.

"It's about Paris…and you may just want to sit down for this," she stared into her feet and waited for him to respond.

"I am sitting down,"

"Good because what I'm about to tell you could affect your marriage and maybe even the rest of your life,"

-

"Baby, I got to go," Ben began to sit up in his bed, pushing Rory gently to the side.

"But I want you to stay with me," she pouted grabbing at him to make him stay with her.

"I told you, I have a date and she's going to kill me if I'm late," he pulled away from her and left the bed with her pouting.

"Why can't you cancel?" she shouted as he hopped into the shower.

"Because I want to go Rory, but I'll see you tomorrow," he yelled through the door. Rory heard the familiar spray of the water and her heart fell. Why did he have to make her feel so used and so insecure? Before they had made this 'arrangement' she had been perfectly capable of being on her own and now she was stuck feeling unwanted and whorish.

"Fine go!" she yelled and threw herself down into the pillows covering her head with the comforter. She was being stupid and she knew it. She was the one who agreed to this nonsense and now she had to deal with it- but why did he have to do it to her? Why couldn't he just be all involved and be only for her?

The shower shut off and he entered the room again with a towel hung low on his hips. Rory remained beneath the covers and began to curse their relationship- it was almost as painful as hers and Scott's- almost! She promised herself that it wouldn't get this way; that she wouldn't care who he dated as long as they still had their fun. But she had let herself get attached and now she was falling for the playboy in front of her.

"Oh come on Rory, it's only one date and I'll see you tomorrow," Ben bent over the bed and began to pull away the covers to reveal Rory's mussed hair and rosy cheeks. He smiled at her- that smile that made her smile in turn, so rare a smile that made her just giddy to see it, a smile only for her.

"One date?" she asked, her pouting more and more of a façade each passing moment. He smiled at her and pinched at her sides, tickling her in all the spots that he learned to make her smile.

"Yes one date," he collapsed beside her, his jeans already on and buttoned up.

"Okay, coffee tomorrow morning?" she asked sitting up and pulling on her clothing. Once dressed she sat back onto the bed and grabbed his hand while tracing circles in his palms.

"Yes, I'll call you," he gave her a quick peck on the lips and stood up in search of a shirt befitting a date. He picked up two that had been discarded on a chair and turned to Rory, "Pennywise or Rolling Stones?"

"For a first date?" she asked curious to find out how long he'd been dating this mystery woman.

"Second actually," he bit his bottom lip and began to assess the shirts in front of him.

"I'd go with the Pennywise," she said grabbing the Stones shirt and pulling it over her tank top. "I want to wear this one," she winked at him and left the room grinning. One point Rory for taking his shirt!

-

"And you're sure you saw her? It was Paris." Eiren had begun to pace the apartment as Kimiko sat on the edge of the couch after exploiting the bubbly blonde's escapades with a certain light haired fellow.

"I know it was…who else could it have been wearing that perky pink, Pepto-Bismol coloured Calvin Klein dress?" she sat back seriously stunned at Eiren's calmness through her whole 'this-could-ruin-your-life' session.

"Why would she do this to me? How could she cheat on me like this- just days before our wedding," he sat down warily on the couch and let his head fall into his hands.

"I know and I thought long and hard for at least a week before telling you, but I had to- I didn't want her to hurt you even more," Kimiko put a comforting arm across his back.

Eiren sighed heavily, blinking back the tears that begged to fall from his swelling eyes. He rested back onto the couch and began to wring his hands around and around. "Well, I guess this wasn't meant to be," he smiled at the girl beside him and stood up suddenly, desperate to get his mind on something else, anything that wasn't so horrible.

"Are you sure you're okay? I could stay if you want me to," Kimiko offered standing up with him.

"No, that's alright- I have a bachelor's party coming up and I plan to drink my sorrows away," she gave him a pitied expression and he smiled at her, "I'll be fine, you just go home and have a good night," he led her to the door way and opened it ushering her out. As she stepped to the threshold she enveloped him into a soothing hug and gave him a small smile before walking away to her apartment down the street.

He needed time to himself anyway, to think about things- him and Paris to be exact. Why would she cheat on him when she was the one pushing for marriage, especially in her 'condition' as they referred to her unexpected pregnancy? He didn't love her, he knew that much, but he wasn't about to let her raise a baby on her own and be one of those fathers whose kid hated him.

But she cheated on him. She cheated on him days before the wedding, days! Why wouldn't she just tell him they were over- that she and he could still be together, just not in the romantic sense? It would have hurt a lot less than finding out moments before his wedding day! This was ridiculous, and she had just gone out again too. Probably to meet that boyfriend of hers. Did he know she was pregnant? Did he know that she was engaged- involved even?

Most likely not. He shook his head to clear his brain and only looked up when a rapid knock fell upon his door. Wiping his eyes and putting on a smile he opened the door. He had to marry the girl anyways; he wasn't going to leave her now. In came his buddies, one by one, each with some food or alcoholic item. He smiled distantly at each guy that came in and sat down on the sofa, turning on the latest sports event. For right now it was male bonding time and a time to avoid women all together. What better ways to do that then turn on a good old football match?

"It was nice to see you again Barbie, I'll call you later," Ben said as he gave his date a quick kiss to the cheek. He walked away quickly from one of the worst dates he had ever had in his entire life! It had been such a disaster with going to the ballet (her choice, not his) then out to some place where he was required to wear a jacket and tie- when he was wearing a very casual band shirt. What did she think this was their anniversary? Most of all it had cost him his weeks pay check and time he could have spent having fun with Rory at the movies or on her couch watching some crazy chick flick they could mock together.

All in all he was glad when he came to her apartment and she was home- fuzzy robe and bunny slippers in check.

"Hello Bennie boy," she greeted allowing him inside. He went straight for the couch and sat back happily.

"That was such a horrible date!" he sighed heavily and took of his shoes while grabbing a handful of pop tarts from the tray in front of him.

"What happened?" Rory giggled curling up under his arm.

"Well we went to the ballet!" he snorted which just made her giggle even more.

"Ewe the ballet?"

"Yeah, Barbie likes the ballet because she likes the costumes," he mocked in an extremely high pitched manner.

"Ah I see. What else was so horrible?"

"Then we went to this expensive dinner where I was required to wear a jacket and tie and had to borrow one- which was extremely nasty by the way," he added staring at the movie in front of him.

"Ewe, maybe you should take a shower," she said scrunching her nose and moving away playfully. He smirked at her and pulled her back to him resting his arm across her shoulders.

"Funny Rory, but I'm tired and all I wanted to do was come home and watch a movie with you, and I couldn't stop thinking about how much fun we always have mocking chick flicks, so I brought one!" he pulled out Cinderella Story and popped it into the DVD player.

"Oh my beautiful Ben, how thoughtful of you to choose Hilary Duff as out mocking specimen tonight," she smiled at him and rested back as the movie began to play.

"Yeah I figured we could reenact some of the scenes- I could be Chad Michael Murray and you teen bopper Hilary Duff," he laughed as she pinched his upper arm and she smiled innocently when he turned to her.

"What?" she asked turning to the movie.

"Nothing, nothing at all," he stared at her turned face for another moment then back to the screen to enjoy a night of full mocking with his ever beautiful and best friend Rory Gilmore.

Ben and Rory sitting on a couch- enough childish games, will Ben realize that he and Rory are made for each other or will something, or rather someone intervene. And what is to come of the marriage between Paris and Eiren, will they go through with it even with Paris' infidelity? I don't know, but I think you should stay tuned to fine out…