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AN: I know its been kinda short so far but its going to get interesting soon and maybe even suspenseful. That's if I'm successful at communicating my ideas. The first 2 chapters were basically just intro and stuff. Alright, on with the story…

Logan woke up early that Monday morning and reached out to hug Rory only to find the opposite side of the bed cold and only the smell of her perfume as any mark that she had ever been there.

"That's it. I'm getting her back and not sulking anymore." Logan jumped out of bed and hopped in the shower replaying the plan that he and Finn had arranged the previous night.

Rory awoke late and hit the snooze button on her blaring alarm. She hated mornings. She had to get up to get to class.

"I need coffee." She wined out loud.

"Here you go." Paris popped her hand in Rory's bedroom with a cup of coffee.

"Are you my own personal genie now?" Rory asked.

"No, I found it just outside the door. I'm guessing it's from the idiot man but what do I know."
Oh now, not the presents again. Didn't he realize she couldn't be bought with presents? Why was he even trying again? Oh well at least his this present was something that she actually needed. She grabbed the coffee and began to get ready for her morning of classes and then afternoon at the Yale Daily News. She gulped the coffee down, grateful for the caffeine as her sleep had been light the past two nights.

As she looked in the mirror, she quickly grabbed the concealer in attempt to cover up the large black bags under her eyes and then rushed out the door.

All of Rory's morning classes went smooth and so far she had even made it through the day without shedding a tear over her lost love or really even thinking hard about it. She actually couldn't wait to get to the newspaper room.

She loved being the editor. She loved the small room where they all worked. Nothing excited her more than hearing the clicking of the staff member's computer keyboard keys as they typed furiously at their latest article. She loved the rush they all experienced everyday as they rushed to meet their deadlines and have everything perfect.

Paris was back to working well at the paper and Rory was thrilled as Paris was one of the best writers on the staff when she wanted to be. She was glad they were friends again. As much as it was hard to believe, she had missed her friend. Paris was always someone she could count on to be the same. No matter what changed around them, Paris had always been a constant in Rory's life. She always contributed a laugh or put pressure on Rory to do better. Either way, Paris had become a very close friend and Rory had missed her while they were fighting.

As Rory chatted with Dave over his latest review of the Yale Choral Ensemble's latest concert, Rory spied a familiar shadow out of the corner of her eye.

"What is he doing here?" She thought out loud mistakenly.

"I have no idea." Dave answered

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't really asking you. Anyhow, excellent job with the review. I think if you just make those few changes to the final three paragraphs it should be great and ready to print."

Rory walked over to her editor's desk and sat down. She just wouldn't approach him and surprisingly he didn't approach her either. He merely sat at his desk which had been empty for quite a while, booted up his computer and started typing vigorously.

"What is he doing? Does he honestly think he's going to start working for the paper now?" she thought. "Oh well, I don't have time to deal with him." And with that she returned to her work.

Logan continued typing. This actually wasn't that bad. He decided he would show her that he wasn't just a rich guy who partied too much and got everything handed to him. He was going to prove that he could do something and he could speak for himself. The article he was currently working on was actually shaping out to be pretty good.

Periodically, he would glance up to see if Rory was looking at him, but ever since her initial look of shock at seeing him in the YDN room she hadn't as much as glanced over at him.

When he finished the article he printed it and walked over to her desk while holding his breath.

"Hello" he shyly stated. He was supposed to be all suave and debonair, not acting like some nervous child.

"Hi. What can I help you with" she answered coolly as if they had never met.

"Well, I just wrote this article and I was wondering if you thought it would fit into tomorrow's issue well."

"Well, when I get a moment I'll look over it and see if we have room for it."

"Thanks" he replied and walked away.

So he was going to start writing articles now. Interesting. This was certainly a different side of Logan. A working Logan. Well, the article was probably hurried and pointless anyhow.

She looked down and began to skim it and found that it was actually really good. He really was talented when he put his mind to doing something. They definitely had room in the paper for this. She quickly made a few grammatical corrections and then sent it off to layout.

"Would Logan being writing and working here daily now?" she wondered. It would certainly be interesting if she had to see him everyday, but she was not giving in no matter what. She had made up her mind. She could never be with Logan again. He had hurt her more than once and she needed to move on. Maybe they could just end up being friends, but even as the thought came across her mind she knew it could never happen.

"Boy, I really need to stop thinking about him and get back to work" she muttered as she put the final touches on the paper. They had finished before deadline. With all her work done, she gathered her things and left with Paris to head home.