Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, or the title (a kickass song by Fall Out Boy)
ok, so this is just an attempt, its very AU because sometimes Logan annoys me in the show. things you need to know:
1. its sophomore year (it might seem obvious, but that's something I wouldn't pick up on)
2. Jess and Rory are best friends
3. Dean never happened because he sucks
4. Tristan does not pursue Rory, he and Logan are best friends
5. I won't explain everything that happens here that involves the show, if you don't know what I'm talking about, watch the show
6. Logan and Rory are the same age
7. Logan's not the player extraordinaire he is at Yale, Tristan isn't really either (I'm not saying they don't date a lot though)
I am gonna try really hard so that this fic won't end up being the same as Chilton was in the show, just substituting Logan for Tristan
Chapter 1
Rory sat on a stool in Luke's dangling her feet and staring at her cup of coffee. With a sigh, she drank it quickly, and turned around to pick up her backpack. Her mother, who was arguing with Luke over another cup of coffee, noticed her leaving and immediately went over.
"Hey mini me. What's with the long face?"
"I hate new schools, especially snotty rich kid ones," Lorelai gave her a look, knowing that was not the full answer, "I'm afraid I won't fit in because I'm not rich kid and I know nothing about 'high society'" Rory said with a sad tone in her voice.
"Honey, just ignore them if they say anything. They don't take the cold shoulder well because they think everyone likes them," Rory gave her a look, "You're right, bad advice. Just be yourself hon, everyone loves you. And if they don't, remember, you have an entire town that does."
"Thanks, Mom. Its only three years anyway, plus I feel no need to become friends with them."
"Unless there's a hott boy, then you gotta become friends with him. Or maybe more," Lorelai said with a wink and a smirk.
"Gosh, Mom! I'm only going there to get into Harvard, no boys!"
"Ok, but if you see a good one, don't let him get away, at least without draining his bank account! But now, missy, you have to go catch a ride to school with Jess, who I threatened into driving you today."
Rory ran out the door when she heard Jess honk, "Mom, what did I tell you about threatening Jess?" Lorelai simply answered with a sheepish look and a shrug of her shoulders.
As soon as she got in the car, Rory took over the radio.
Jess sighed at her, saying, "Rory, is that completely necessary? You know I have good taste in music."
"Yeah, but I am going to a new school, where I have no friends, no Jess, and I need to be happy before my very depressing first day," she replied, pouting slightly.
"Are you implying that I am not a friend?" Jess replied, pretending to be a little miffed.
"No, you're better. You're my best friend, you and Lane. You know that! But anyway, will you pick me up from school? Pretty please?" Rory answered, giving Jess her best puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, fine. Lane said she wanted to come too; she just has to clear it with Mama Kim. But, I am gonna need something in return."
"Ok, I guess, just nothing bad. What do you want?"
"I don't know yet, I'll get back to you"
"Ok, but the offer's only good for, let's say one year."
"Yeah, ok. Here you go," he answered, pulling up to the huge school, "Damn, this place is so big, and…"
"Off with their heads?"
"Yeah, anyway, see you later. Have a good time," Jess said, a smirk firmly planted on his face.
"Ha ha, mister. Just be on time," Rory replied, shutting the door, and turning to the school with a sigh. With a final smile at Jess, she started walking slowly up the stairs, getting weird glances from the students around her.
XxxxxxXxxxxxXxxxxxX
Logan walked into Chilton Prep smiling and waving to most of the students around him. But he was looking for his best friend, Tristan DuGrey. Logan had gone to Europe over the summer to visit his sister, Honor, and had ended up staying all summer. He finally spotted Tristan talking to Paris Gellar, his next-door neighbor and friend since birth.
"Tristan, Paris!" he called, trying to get their attention.
"Logan, how was your summer?" Tristan asked, pulling him into a manly hug.
"Not bad, Europe's really nice in the summer. It was great to see Honor, too. She's got a new boyfriend, Josh, he's a cool guy," Logan was about to continue when Finn interrupted, a harassed looking Colin following close behind him.
"Honor has a new boyfriend? How disappointing, I thought I made my feelings quite clear," Finn said, a smile on his face the whole time.
"Fuck off, Finn. She's too old for you. Plus, look at all the willing girls here," Logan replied, smirking. He was about to continue when a pretty brunette that he didn't know interrupted him.
"Excuse me, I think you're leaning against my locker," Rory said, a little impatiently, having heard the boys' discussion about "willing girls" and found herself disgusted. She was a little shocked to see how gorgeous all the boys were, especially the blonde one leaning against her locker.
"Really," Logan replied, looking at the slip of paper she held in her hand with her locker number and combination, "It seems I am. I'm sorry…"
"Rory. Can you move now, I really don't want to be late to my first class on my first day."
Before Logan could respond, Paris pushed him off Rory's locker. "Paris Gellar, you don't really need to know these idiots," she said, looking at Rory's schedule, "I have first period with you and I can walk you there so you don't get lost."
"Thanks, that would be great," Rory replied, shutting her locker after putting her stuff inside.
"Later, Mary," Tristan called after them.
"It's Rory," Rory retorted, turning around to face them, but she was just rewarded with four smirks.
"Ignore them, that's Tristan's way of saying he thinks you're pure. He's kind of a jerk sometimes, but he's nice," Paris said as they started walking, "You'll get used to them though."
Rory and Paris talked on the way to class and say down next to each other in Mr. Medina's English class. Rory was still kind of miffed at the boys because of their words and Logan's actions, and became even more so when Logan and Tristan walked into class and sat down behind Rory and Paris, respectively.
'Great,' thought Rory, 'I make a friend and along with it I get four tagalongs.'
Tell me what you really think, don't gloss it over to be nice