"Good grief." Logan sighed, standing up.
"Is that Paris?" Tristan whispered, moving against the wall.
"What's wrong?" Logan hissed as Paris pushed her way past the boxes.
"I'm happy down here, thank you."
Logan turned his laughter into a cough.
"It's bad enough that during my summer with Doyle, nobody bothered to tell me anything that's going on, but what's worse is that now I am stuck without a roommate! Imagine my surprise when I was contacting the Housing Department and they told me that Rory wasn't enrolled here anymore and I had to be paired up with some stranger for an entire year! Why didn't you bother to tell me that Rory dropped out of school?"
"I thought you would've known." Logan said evenly.
"Well I don't, and now I'm stuck with some insipid drone for a roommate. I bet you're rooming with Colin and Finn, and some other drunken frat boy wannabe. Where is he?"
"Here." Logan said, pointing down and then extending his hand out to help Tristan stand up.
"Thanks a lot." Tristan hissed, dusting himself off.
"You." Paris glared.
"Just so you know, I hate you." Tristan said to Logan.
"Understandable." Logan replied.
"Paris! Long time no see." Tristan said pleasantly.
"Ah yes, the last time I saw you, you completely sold out our Shakespeare group because you and your friends were a bunch of idiots, and I had to play Romeo to Rory's Juliet."
"God I wish I could've seen that." Logan said.
Tristan laughed punched his shoulder.
"Look Paris, I would've apologized to you but you were crazy mad if you remember…"
"Save it."
"Alrighty…" Tristan said in defeat.
"So what brings you here?"
"I'm back in Hartford. Thought I'd give Yale a shot."
"Where did you go before?"
"Wake Forest."
"Good," Paris nodded. "Major?"
"Biochemistry."
"Interesting. Science was the only classes you ever bothered to participate in at Chilton."
"Right. So how about you?"
"Premed."
"Cancer research?"
"You remember." Paris said happily.
"Of course."
"Well, I better go unpack. Where is Rory? In Stars Hollow?"
"I wish. Try her grandparents. Or the country club. Or the freaking DAR." Logan scoffed.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"We're on a break."
"Why?"
"Is this the Rory you know?" Tristan said.
"No, no it isn't." Paris said thoughtfully.
"Exactly." Logan said.
"Well…I'm…sorry. About Rory, I mean." Paris said slowly.
"That was surprisingly kind." Logan quipped.
"Don't get used to it." Paris said, and left.
Tristan laughed.
"Oh shut up." Logan laughed.
"She's still a piece of work. Although she's dialed it down about 7 notches since high school."
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
"You're a strong man to have survived that."
"Well I did go to military school." Tristan smiled grimly.
"Which was worse?"
"Jury is still out on that one."
"I'm eagerly awaiting the results."
"I'm scared."
"As you should be. So, tonight?"
"Tonight…we're not going to the party." Tristan declared.
"Tristan, I already told you I'm fine, I just want to have fun and forget about Rory. Time to move on."
"You misunderstand me Huntzberger. We're going to round up Colin and Finn, and any other people you want to bring, we're getting into Finn's Hummer, and we're going to a bar and we're going to party."
"Have I mentioned how glad I am that you're back in town?" Logan grinned.
"A round of beers should be enough to thank me."
"And then another round to get the night going."
"As you wish." Tristan said, picking up his jacket and following Logan out of the dorm.
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So party boy Logan is back. Yay!