Hello, everyone! Number 3 is out, and the reason I'm getting like, 3 chapters out on the weekend, is because I don't know if I'll be able to get them out as fast during the week. Anyway, hope anyone who reads it, enjoys it. :)

Also, your reviews are AWESOME. I love reading them, so don't hold back:)

Rory walked out of the pool house, and down the path into the back doors of the Gilmore mansion.

"Rory, good, you're here. Look, we're hosting a party tonight, and I know I didn't tell you before, but would it be much of a bother to you, to stay in the pool house for the rest of the night?" Rory's grandmother, Emily Gilmore, asked her, as she walked into the room, fixing candles, and re-arranging flowers. That's when Rory noticed the servants all blustering about, eyes averted so they wouldn't get scolded from her grandma for some unknown reason that probably only Emily would know about.

Her grandfather walked into the room just then, fixing his tie.

"Oh, Rory, good. Ah… Did Emily tell you about the party tonight?"

"Yes, Richard, I told her. She's fine with it. You! What are you doing with those scissors?" Rory's grandmother started off down the hall, yelling and getting angrier because… wait… oh, yes, the rose stems were too short. Rory rolled her eyes.

"Uh huh… Well, I'm glad you're fine with it then. Uh… Goodbye." Rory's grandfather walked out of the room, probably to go get a glass of brandy.

Rory stood there, and looked at waiters, and servers, and butlers, and servants alike swishing around her, trying to time their steps so they'd be out of the room by the time Emily came back in.

"Why, of course, grandma, grandpa!" Whispered Rory in a sickly sweet voice, picking up her skirt and twirling around, causing the help to look at her strangely. "I don't mind at all that you're locking me up in the pool house for the night!" She went and purposefully wrinkled the carpet beneath her. "It's no different from any other day, anyway!" She landed, very un-lady-like on the sofa, sighing sorrowfully. "Maybe I can sneak some vodka, and get smashed…"

She heard one of the servant girls laughing at her antics, and growled at her, pretending to be a bear. The girl widened her eyes, and rushed out of the room, causing Rory to laugh.

In fact, she now noted, she was officially alone. Everyone had deserted her. She shrugged dramatically.

"Oh, well!" She stood back up, and over to the liquor cabinet, where she snagged 3 bottles of… well, she wasn't quite sure, actually… and snuck out the back door, down the path, and into her "home".

"Mitchum! Shira! Oh, and Logan! How good of you to come…" Emily Gilmore said in that creepy Hartford kind of voice. Logan smiled back at her, rolling imaginary eyes in the back of his head. How did he get dragged into coming to another one of these things?

"Emily! How nice of you to invite us! What a lovely party you seem to be throwing!" His mother's voice made him cringe, and he waited patiently for the pleasantries to be over with.

He saw Finn and Stephanie over on the other side of the room, and waved slightly to get their attention. He tipped an imaginary martini glass into his mouth, and his friends nodded, understanding that he was asking for a drink.

As he walked into the house, he shook hands with the few men standing near the door, pretending to be interested in whatever it was they were talking to him about. He'd sort of learned to zone out every time he was stuck at one of these shindigs, and had perfected the skill of the "smile and nod".

The truth was, he'd been pre-occupied the whole day. About that girl. The goth girl. The only girl who'd ever turned him down…

"So, Logan how's Yale?" He turned his head to see someone else talking to him… what was his name?

"Um, yes, it's great. Actually, could you excuse me, please? I think I see my…" he trailed off, leaving the man smiling and nodding at him, obviously a master at the skill by now. What was he, 60? That's a lot of practice…

He made his way over to the bar, where he found Finn, Colin, and Stephanie, all drinking something – he didn't know what – but what he did know was that he wanted some.

"Logan, my man! How goes you, on this fine, fine evening? Spot anyone worth chatting with?" Finn, one of this best friends, asked him, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that let Logan know what he meant by "chatting". He smirked at him, grabbing a drink off a passing tray, and gulping down a good half of it.

"No, no, not yet at least. You?"

Finn sighed enthusiastically. "No! What a boring party! What is it for this time, anyway?"

Colin answered him, "I think it may have something to do with chickens…"

Logan spit some of his drink he'd had in his mouth, laughing. Stephanie grinned at him, taking his drink away, and grabbing something off the bar counter. He thanked her.

"So, anyone up for our own kind of party?" He asked, looking around at his friends.

"You know it, mate!" Replied Finn, swinging his arm around Logan's shoulder.

"Alright, but it's Colin's turn to steal the beer…"

"I don't know, they're having another party, and I've been left out because god forbid anyone should set their eyes upon me." Explained Rory to Lane, her best friend, while she sat on her couch, flicking through channels on her plasma screen t.v.

"They're so stuck up!" Sympathized Lane, and Rory could hear Zack yelling at her to get off the phone in the background.

"I know! I don't even know why I still live here."

"Well… You could always move back here… We all miss you Rory." Lane always tried to convince her to come back to Stars Hollow whenever they talked.

"Lane, you know I can't. I'd be a total mess. I just… can't." Rory didn't really tell Lane all that much. Not about her clothes, or her tattoo, or her smoking.

She heard Lane sigh on the other end. "Okay… well, Zack's having a heart attack, so I gotta go. Talk to you next week?"

"Yeah, okay, bye."

"Bye." Rory hung up the phone, and continued to flick through the channels dejectedly. That is, until she heard a noise outside her kitchen window.