Disclaimer: Woohoo! Disclaimer time. I think these are actually kind of fun. Anyways, I don't own Girlmore Girls or The Clash. Although I wish I did. Imagine owning Joe Strummer...

A/N: I'm very happy people. I really like this story. I'm not sure if I'm going to end it when it gets to where the prolouge was, or if to do a sequel. We'll see when the time comes. Don't forget to review. If you do I'll be your bestest friend! Also, I did break up Rory's point of view into a little third person point of view thing and its marked by the s.

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of Logan's car. He was driving like a mad man. I think he may have had a drink or two, because he had this crazy look in his eyes. Maybe he was just worried about tonight. Me, I wasjust glad that soon this night would be over. Logan looked at me. I was sitting there playing with my hands, singing along with The Clash Cd I had put in his Cd player.

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

"Ace! Ace!" Logan was trying to get my attention, but I was too wrapped up in the song. This song transported me back to a time when everything was simpler, back when my biggest problems were Dean's jealousy and Paris' craziness.

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

"RORY!" Logan yelled pulling the car to a stop and making it screech.

"Yeah?" I asked, snapping out of my trance.

"Listen I want to go over some rules for tonight."

"Rules?" I was confused. Rules? What rules?

"Yeah, just some stuff to remember for tonight."

I sat there and listened as Logan listened his rules.

Logan's Rules for Fancy Parties:
1. No leaving his side unless it is to go to the washroom.
2. No making any references or quoting anyone or anything.
3. No holding his hand, I could only put my hand on his arm.
4. No arguing with anyone.
5. No talking about books, movies, or music.
6. Only speak unless spoken to.

There were a few others but I don't really remember. I do remember being mad though.In fact, when I think about it now it still makes memad.How could he justtell me how to act? He just wanted me to sit there like some dummy and smile at everyone. I was just a trophy girlfriend, nothing more. My mom had once told me her parents were the puppet masters, but she was wrong, Logan was.

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When we got there, Logan was rushing around making sure everything was just right. I took the time to look around and I saw a sign saying what this actually was. It was a party to honor some new authors of books they were trying to promote. There would be very influential people from the literary world there and hopefully the new authors would meet them, charm them, and get their approval, insuring their success.

After wandering around the hall for a bit I realized that the guests would soon be arriving. I went to the washroom to go make sure I looked okay. I was actually nervous about this evening now. All these authors and critics would be here. I would be surrounded by people that had a job I would love to have. What would they think of me? What if they didn't like me? What if I made a fool of myself? I remember I was so nervous I almost puked.

A bunch of people had already arrived by the time I left the washroom. Logan came up to me the second I got out there and grabbed my arm. "Where were you? People are here! You have to come greet them with me!"

"Sorry, I was in the washroom." I feebly replyed, letting him drag me over to the enterance so I could greet people as they came in. I plastered a smile on and resumed my role as the perfect trophy girlfriend.

There was a lull in the streaming in of people and it gave me a chance to look around and see all the people that were there. I looked over to the window and my breath got caught in my throat. That's when I saw him.

He was staring out the window like he didn't want to be here, and he probably didn't. I didn't know why he was there, only that he was. He was in his leather jacket, as always, only he had on a nice pants, a dress shirt and a tie under it. It looked kind of odd. It was like he was trying to rebel, by wearing the leather jacket and refusing to take it off. I laughed because he was so out of place.

After staring for a few minutes, I walked over to him just as more people started to come in, I had officially broken the #1 rule of Logan's. I could feel Logan staring daggers at my back, trying to burn a hole in it, but I didn't care. I wasn't thinking about Logan.

Logan knew there was something special about Rory, he knew she was different from other girls, but he didn't care. In fact, he hadstarted to resent her because of it. She was smart, pretty, funny, well read, and strong.

He was kind of glad when she dropped out of Yale, and he didn't push her going back. When she dropped out he was relieved, he didn't have to worry about her doing better than him. Achieving more.When Rory was at Yale, she had so many options in life, and he hated her for it. Rory could do anything shewanted to and he couldn't or rather, wouldn't. He wasto afraid of disobeying his parents. He wasafraid they'd cut him off, disown him.Then his name wouldn't make people tremble and succumb to him, he loved power, heloved being in control.

He was there when Rory was weak, he molded the new Rory. He told her what to do, what to wear, how to act, and yet she still wasn't good enough for him. Or rather, she was to good for him. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't ready to break it off with her yet. Rory was his way of proving that he could have just one girlfriend. Sure there were nights when he flirted with girls at bars when Rory wasn't there, but he always stopped himself from going to far, and it drove him crazy. Logan Huntzberger did not like sleeping alone, yet Rory was his way of rebelling. His was of proving to his parents he didn't need their approval of who he dated.

Rory, on the other hand just wanted to please everyone. She just wanted everyone to be happy. Including Logan, including her grandparents, and even including his parents. That's why she let him change her. The other Rory would've resisted, would've dumped him, but the new Rory, was scared and alone. She didn't have her mother anymore, so who else could she turn to besides Logan? Without him, she had no one. So she did what he said, did what her grandparents said. Her grandparents had attached her puppet strings to her, but when they found out about her and Logan, they handed the strings to him. Put him in charge. The strings grew, and Logan became more in control of Rory's life with everyday. He was the puppet master and they both knew it.

I went up behind him, unsure of what to say. Last time I had seen him he asked me to run away with him. We hadn't spoken since then, but as I got closer I realized I missed him. Jess was probably the only person that didn't know what had happened these past few months and I missed him. He used to be my one ofbest friends.

He sensed someone behind him, but before it registered I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He was about to speakbut I interrupted him, "Hey Jess. It's been a while."