'A baby;' the word swirled in Rory's brain for the next few hours. Should she tell someone? Logan; she should tell Logan, but what if she got him all excited over nothing? Would he be excited? Her mom, no she would tell Rory she was just repeating her mistake, and that Logan would never pony-up to his dad duties. Lane, Lane would be supportive; Rory thought, if she told Lane then it would some how get back to her mom even if Lane didn't say anything. Rory sat there in the cold apartment, the middle of summer and yet she was freezing, all she needed was someone to talk to. Just someone to listen, didn't matter who they were she need someone to vent on about everything, anything, especially about her maybe baby. Paris.

Rory walked up the last few steps up to Paris and Doyle's apartment. As she approached the door, she heard the familiar banging of furniture that meant that Paris and Doyle were sparring. But with one noise Rory turned on her heal and headed back down the stair case. She didn't know that Doyle was a screamer. Rory sat on the bench in the park for a little while; vent, vent that's what she needed to do but to who. Rory stood there, contemplating what was behind that door. How many girls would they have, how drunk would they be, would they even be there? She didn't care she was desperate, they were her last resort. Rory knocked on the door she heard the, rather uninebriated, voices of Colin and Finn. It was Finn who opened the door.

"Oh. Colin, its better than pizza; it's Rory." Finn stepped aside to let Rory pass. "What brings you to Colin's humble abode, love?"

"I got a little lonely. And I thought: who is the best company that I know? Why it's Colin and Finn."

Finn smiled; then a frown came over his face. "I don't think that we're going to be very good company tonight, love. For you see, we have to stay at least reasonably sober."

"Why?"

It was Colin who directed Rory's attention to the person on the sofa that she had not yet noticed. Rory didn't feel so bad about ignoring the person, for they seemed rather intent on reading something that Rory could not see.

"Naddie? Naddie? NADDIE?" Colin called to the girl sitting on the couch. She didn't turn around. "NADINE!" The girl swung her head around to face Colin.

"What? I'm reading." She said with a great deal of fury.

"Meet Rory." Colin gestured towards Rory. Naddie turned to face Rory properly. She smiled, and took out her earphones.

"Hi, Rory. Come in, please. Have a seat. Please I need to have some other contact than Finn and Colin."

Rory walked over to a lounge chair and sat down. Finn and Colin continued conversations with her from the pool table in the corner. Naddie would add her part, very sporadically; but when she did her points, when the topic warranted it, were quite insightful. After a certain point Finn walked over to the bar, without looking up Naddie began to yell at Finn.

"You've already passed your four drink limit tonight, Finn. Don't think I don't know about the one you sneaked while I was in the bathroom."

"I'm making this one for Rory." Finn said as he emptied the bottle of gin into the glass on the counter. "Rory, love here you are." Rory shock her head. "Well need for perfectly good gin to go to waste. Bottoms up." Finn began to tip the glass backwards; when, what seemed out of no where; Naddie came and took the drink right out of his hand walking to the kitchen. Finn hurriedly followed her, protesting all the way. But when Naddie reached, she put the glass to her lips and took a very small sip.

"Yuck! What a vile substance." And with that she poured the remaining contents down the drain. Rory laughed as she saw Finn's reaction.

"How dare you! Who gave you the right to tell us how much we can or can't drink tonight, hmm?"

"ME! That's who. Because I don't want to have to deal with you boys drunk out of your gourd screaming, out on the terrace; 'I'm king of the world!'" she paused " NAKED!"

"What's wrong with being naked? The male body is a wonder to behold."

"No, the female body is art; the male body is just hairy and awkward. It's purely utilitarian. You would have that dick if a fish, way back in our evolutionary lines; hadn't decided to walk on land." Finn stood standing there fuming; he couldn't think of a comeback to that. A look of triumph came across Naddie's face; content with herself. "I'm going to bed." She announced, walking over to Colin, he bent down slightly and she kissed him on the cheek. When the girl had left there was an uncomfortable silence.

"She seems nice. How old is she?"

"Eighteen." Rory was surprised; usually Colin didn't go for girls that young, but maybe he really liked this one.

"Well, at least you're not breaking any laws, by sleeping with her." Colin who had just taken a drink from his glass sipped it out, with vigor. Finn was doubled over in laughter.

"She thinks your boning your sister." He continued to laugh. Rory apologized; and Colin's eyes returned to his head. When the moment subsided, Colin and Finn began to watch a movie Rory who was about to leave became enthralled and was content to stay and watch.

"Do you like it?" Rory spun around for Logan; allowing the skirt to twirl around her.

"Yeah, I do." Logan sat on the bed. "But you know what? I think that it would look a lot better draped over the chair." Logan walked towards Rory placing his arm around her waist. Encircling her with his arms, Rory felt his hands slowly try to find the zipper. He found it, allowing it to fall in a heap on the ground; Logan picked Rory up and carried her over to the bed she laid back allowing him to crawl on top of her; with her arms she pushed herself backwards, toward the headboard, all the wall not braking the eye contacted that she and Logan held. She stopped, looking up into Logan's eye's she saw his hunger. "You know I love you right?" Yeah, she knew; and without saying a word she told Logan just how much she loved him.

Rory awoke to a warm sensation on her face; she opened her eyes, the sun blinding her.

"Morning, love." Rory's mind screamed, what was she doing waking up at Colin and Finn's apartment? She didn't drink anything last night; so she knew she didn't sleep with anyone of them; or did she, she couldn't remember. Rory opened her eyes once again when she was sure that the sun wasn't going to blind her. She looked around; she was sleeping on the couch with a blanket torn over her; she hadn't done anything. She could see Finn and Colin in the kitchen, Finn was holding out a cup of coffee; 'Bless him.'

"We didn't want to wake you, but we were just about ready to leave, so…" Colin was standing by the open door. Rory walked over to Finn and took the coffee.

"Don't worry, I'll lock up when I leave." She wasn't paying attention to them as they left, Colin had said something but she hadn't caught it. The door shut behind them.

"So, it's just me and you now?" Rory had forgotten about Nadine who was sitting at the kitchen island eating pancakes. "Do you want some?" She pointed down to her pancakes. Rory nodded she was famished. Naddie got up and began to fix Rory some pancakes; Rory sat down at one of the other stools.

"So where are you going to go to college?" Naddie turned around and gave Rory a look that said 'just guess.' "Yale, huh?" Naddie nodded and turned back to the pancakes. "I like your pjs." Naddie's pjs were green, with a cartoon pigs all over; they were very childlike, but Rory knew that her mother probably would have bought a pair if she saw them.

"Thanks. Most of the things I own have pigs on them."

"Really, why?"

"My nickname is 'Piglet'. So everyone buys me stuff with pigs on it."

" How did you get a nickname like Piglet; were you obsessed with Pooh Bear, did you wear a lot of pink, or was it because you wanted a pig when you were little?" The girl shock her head.

"No, I was told I laughed like a little pig."

"That a mean thing to say to a little girl."

"You can thank your boyfriend; he was the one who came up with it." She knew Logan and she knew who Rory was. Rory felt her current predicament welling up in side of her; the girl watched her, quite intently. Rory felt as though the girl was reading her, she wanted to yell: 'STOP IT!' But even to her own surprise she instead screamed:

"I THINK I'M PREGNANT!"

Author's note: I changed the title because I didn't like it; I think you can see why I changed it, if I were her I would rather sleep, then not. Please read and review.