Thank you for all of the reviews. Unlike most chapters, I am just going to skip straight to the story, but thank you all for the reviews.

Overall vote:

Brucas:5
Trory:5
Neutral:1
(if u said just flirting I put you under Brucas)

--okay, so it's a tie, ill just put flirting in but it will end up Brucas. YAY I like Brucas, I hate Trory but by reviewers demand I offered to do Trory. I went against all of my beliefs. So flirting it is.—

oh yea, just as a reminder, pairing are: Naley, Jeyton, Brucas, Rory/Dean (things will change though so don't be confused), Paris/Jaime

This chapter is Rory's POV, but I'm adding one paragraph with 3rd person POV so don't get confused.

Also this chapter is mostly Rory/a guy that you'll know later. But I promise it will connect later, the fact that this is mostly now about Tristan/Lucas.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot and Mr. and Mrs. Davis' first names.

"C'mon Paris! Rory! Let's go, the earlier we get there the sooner I can get drunk and pass out!" Paris screamed to us!

"Okay Brooke! We get it!" We had only been home from school for 2 hours, and we had to change quick to get onto Brooke's parents "private jet" so that we could get to Hartford on time.

Paris came out wearing one of her black dresses that she had brought.

"It will be nice going to a party without Madeline and Louise." Paris commented. I nodded.

I was wearing one of the dresses my mom had made. It was long a purple, sort of like the one from the dance, but it was shaped different.

"Oh my God! Rory where did you get that dress? I want a hundred by that designer!" Brooke exclaimed!

"My mom made it."

"Wow, your right you're mom really is good at making clothes." Brooke admired.

"Give her your sizes and she'll make you as many as you want."

"Thanks Rory."

"So where are the three beautiful girls?" Lucas appeared out of Brooke's room. His eyes immediately landed on Rory and how beautiful she looked. He couldn't stop but stare. Fortunately they were all so close together that everyone could think he was staring at his girlfriend.

"Goodbye Broody." Brooke gave him a kiss and then walked out.

"Bye Luke." Paris and I followed.

During the plane we talked about Tree Hill and Chilton, really everything. We landed a few blocks away from our destination, and had a limo bring us the rest of the way. We were a few hours early but they wanted to "Catch up with the hosts." The host's had some family over, but we were to have dinner with them. I felt so bad for my mom, right now she was probably sitting in the living room with my grandparents, dreading the Friday night dinner.

The driver drove up to the front door and opened the door. We walked out slowly, it was dark and we couldn't even see the house. Brooke knocked on the door and a maid answered. She took our coats and led us to a living room. I recognized everyone in there.

"Mom!" I exclaimed and ran to give her a hug.

"Richard, Emily! How great to see you!" Mr. and Mrs. Davis greeted.

"Julia, Samuel! We haven't seen you in so long. Hello Brooke."

"Hi Grandma, Grandpa."

"Hello Rory, Hello Paris."

"Lorelai this is Julia and Samuel Davis and their daughter Brooke. I hope you already know Paris and Rory. Brooke, Julia, Samuel this is our daughter Lorelai. Can I get you all something to drink. Rory a soda as usual?" I nodded to my grandfather. "Brooke?"

"Martini?" She asked innocently.

"I thought you were going to wait until later to get drunk." I said.

"Yeah right!" She scoffed.

"How about a soda." Grandpa corrected.

"Sure."

"Paris, you too?" She nodded.

He handed us our drinks and a white wine to each of the Davis'."

I sat down next to my mother, with Paris next to me.

"Hah! You go away to North Carolina and you still get dragged to Friday night dinners." Mom teased me.

"You be quiet! And I've been hanging out with hot guys all day!"

"You have a boyfriend Rory!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Dean broke up with me, like a few hours ago."

"You don't seem sad." She commented.

"Well, I'm not, I was going to break up with him anyway." I sighed.

"So Rory, Paris. How do you like Tree Hill so far." Grandma asked.

"It's very different." Paris commented.

"A lot different, the opposite of Chilton." I added.

"Very dramatic." Brooke added.

We looked at her and shrugged, she was right.

"Emily, dinner is ready."

"Thank you Victoria." She told the maid. We sat down and began to eat. We were all in our regular seats, except Paris and Brooke were both on the left of me, so I was sitting closest to grandpa. My mom the same way with the Davis' on the other side of her. We began to eat, and as usual Mom went on one of her rants.

"Where did dogs come from?" Mom spat out.

"Lorelai." Grandma sighed.

"Here we go again." I said.

"Well, all throughout history dogs have been pets, there must have been a time when dogs were wild."

"There probably was Lorelai, now eat your food." Grandpa commented back.

"Yes, but then what happened to all the wild ones."

"They were domesticated Lorelai. Do we have to listen to you act like yourself every single week."

"I have to listen to it everyday." I commented. "But she is right, I don't know of any species of wild dog, and they are still animals."

"Lorelai! We have guests."

"Fine mother."

"Welcome to my life," I whispered to Brooke who just laughed.

Soon after dinner guest started arriving, Brooke stared drinking, and Paris found herself talking to Jaime who was surprisingly there.

I wandered off from my mom and found this incredibly attractive guy talking to Bowman. He was semi-tall, had short blonde hair. He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen. I decided to go talk to Bowman, also giving me a chance to meet the other guy.

"Hey Bowman." I said.

"Hey Mary."

"I thought only Tristan called me that. You know, when he still went to Chilton."

"Well, me and Tristan."

"Tristan and I."

"When was the last time you even saw Tristan. Do you have any idea where he is? He left without telling me. I figured he'd tell you. He was in love with you."

"Well even though I hated him, he told me he went to military school in Oregon." I lied, now he wouldn't go searching in the right place. I was protecting I guy I despised. What had gotten into me?

"Why did you come over here, just to piss me off?" He asked.

"No, just wanted to see how things were at Chilton." I quickly made up. I also noticed that the other guy was starting at me. I couldn't help but smile.

"Boring."

"Who's this?" I asked nodding to the other guy there.

"Sorry for not introducing myself, my name is Logan Huntzberger."

"Rory Gilmore," I introduced myself.

"So this is your," he paused, "grandparent's house."

"Yeah."

"I'm long family friend with Richard and Emily. So Rory, would you like a drink."

"Sure. Why don't you come with me." I nodded.

"So how do you stand being with Bowman?" I asked.

"We've known each other a long time. So wanna go sit down somewhere and talk?" He asked handing me a drink.

"Sure, where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Some place that doesn't have a million people."

"So that narrows it down to room's guests aren't allowed into, and the bathroom. I have an idea. Follow me."

I led Logan into my room and we sat down in two of the chairs Grandpa and Grandma had in there.

"Whose room is this?" Logan asked.

"Mine." I answered.

"oh, you live here?"

"No, I live in Stars Hollow, it's a small town about a half hour from here. But for the next few weeks I'll be living in Tree Hill, North Carolina. Exchange student thing."

"Ah, I get it. How old are you?" He asked confused.

"11th grade. Why?"

"Well we live in the same town, and are the same age, wonder why we never see each other."

"Yeah. Well we must hang out when we get back." I insisted.

"Yes we must." We continued talking for a few hours. Eventually my phone rang.

"Hello Paris."

"we're leaving!" she sighed.

"Okay, meet you at the door." I closed the door.

"I have to go." I said. We stood up. "Goodbye Logan." I started walking out, but he grabbed me by the arm and leaned into a kiss. We pulled apart and smiled.

"See you Ace."

I walked out of my room, said goodbye to my mom and grandparents. Paris gave Jaime one more kiss and we walked out. A drunken Brooke stumbled into the limo. Soon enough we entered the plane and kept smiling.

"So how did things so with Jaime?" I asked Paris.

"Great, I wish he didn't have to live so far away. Princeton is a long drive."

"Who's Jaime?" Brooke asked.

"My boyfriend." Paris said.

"What about you, you look happy as hell." Brooke leaned in waiting for gossip.

"I think I might have a boyfriend. I was talking to this guy for a long time. He goes to our school and is our age but I hadn't met him before. We talked and then he kissed me."

"What's his name?" Brooke asked. "I might know him."

"Logan Huntzberger."

"Oh, he lives right next door. He's not your boyfriend. He can't have a girlfriend. He just does flings."

"Well, a fling sounds good right now. Not really ready for a next boyfriend. Dean and I just broke up today."

"You guys broke up?" Paris asked.

"Yeah but it's all good."

We landed and walked straight inside. Luke was waiting in Brooke's room, but immediately went to talk to me and Paris as soon as he got home.

"Did you see Bowman?"

"Hi to you too." Paris retorted.

"I did, I told him that Tristan went to military school---in Oregon."

"Good."

"But there is some bad news. He's good friends with the guy next door."

"Well, I'll just avoid him. Anyway I gotta go treat Brooke. Only a few people know how to make her calm when she's drunk, before she crashes. I am very experienced in that area." He laughed leaving the room.

Halfway through the night, I heard rocks being thrown at the window. I got up to see who it was, and then opened the window.

"Hey Ace." He said and kissed me.

"Hey Logan, umm it's 5 in the morning, what are you doing here?"

"I want to show you something. Get dressed." I threw on some real clothes and headed outside with him.

"The river court?"

"I just want to show you something."

We sat on the benches looking over the river. He had a blanket over us and I cuddled up to him half asleep. Within a half hour the sun started rising.

"Oh my gosh, it's so beautiful."

"Yeah, just like you." Logan said peacefully. "The sunrise only appears just this way once every other month. This is one of the only times you can see it right over the river. Usually its further in the distance and it doesn't reflect."

"Can it do that?"

He nodded. "I just wanted to share this with you.

wOOt my longest update ever!

Let me know if you like it. I have two ways the Rogan could go, either way I'll keep the Trory flirting, but let me know if you like Rogan. (if you don't like Rogan, Rory will be single, not with Jess or Dean or Lucas…)

Review please! I know you want to!