"Logan, it's late, I have to go. I'll see you at school tomorrow, alright? Thanks so much for throwing me this party. I had a blast" Rory leaned over the table and gave her friend a friendly peck on the cheek. Logan glowed. He had known Rory along time, and felt very close to her, almost like a sister. However, tonight, Logan was drunk, and not entirely capable of controlling his emotions

"Ace, don't go, the party is just heating up!" Logan slurred

"Logan, you are really drunk. You want me to drive you back to your dorm?" Rory asked, concerned for her tipsy friend

"I'm only a tad but tipsy beautiful! Not drunk enough to oversee your georgeousness!" Logan stood up and started playing with her hair

"Logan..." Rory said warningly

"You know what they say; a drunk mouth speaks a sober heart"

"You are coming back to Yale with me now." Rory put Logan's arm around her shoulder and proceeded to pull him towards the door

"What, leaving so soon?" Steph said, walking over to her friends

"This one's had enough" Rory smiled, motioning to Logan

"You should see Colin!" Steph laughed

"Well for your sake, I hope he doesn't do anything stupid, like going to Disney World" Rory and Steph laughed, thinking about the last time Steph's boyfriend had gotten drunk

"We'll see you later" Rory said, pulling Logan out the door. Rory heaved Logan up against the car, before reaching into her purse to find her keys. Logan started to finger her dark hair again

"Logan, stop" Rory said sternly, knowing that it wouldn't make a difference. She found her keys and unlocked the Porche that Logan had driven to the party. She shoved Logan into the passenger seat before getting in herself and slamming the door. She buckled Logan's and her own seatbelt and started the engine. They had been driving for about fifteen minutes, and were getting close to Yale when Logan spoke.

"You know Ace, you are a one of a kind girl"

"Thank you" she replied tartly.

"You're smarter than all of the other girls. You're really nice to everyone, you have a good sense of humor, and much prettier. Yep, you're just plain wonderful" He leaned over and put his face in her hair.

"Ok, that's it!" Rory pulled over the car and got out. She had had enough of Logan for the night. She knew that he was drunk, but she wasn't use to him complimenting her so much. It made her uncomfortable that the guy that was practically her brother was comparing her to "all the other girls", which she knew meant all the girls he had slept with. She stormed off down a little path she had discovered. It was a small dirt path that wound through a tiny park with a tiny bench, and ended up by her dorm, and she often liked to go there to think.

"Hey Ace, where are you going?" She heard Logan call after her. She didn't stop of turn back, but instead kept walking. She stopped only when she reached the little bench. She loved this bench because it was so secluded. She would come there when she wanted to think, to be alone, or just to read. The baby willow trees and the bright pansies made her feel as if she was actually in the story, because it was so magical. Right now, she wasn't going there to read, but instead to take a breath before returning to her dorm to face a cranky Paris.

"Ace?" Rory nearly jumped out of her skin. She hadn't realized that he had followed her, but there he was, standing behind the bench. "Look Ace, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry. I was drunk"

"And you aren't now?" she said sarcastically with out looking up

"Hey the clean night air can change a man. I feel perfectly sober"

"Yeah, right" Rory still didn't turn to meet his eyes, for she knew that she would melt into their rich, warm, brown, color, and forgive him. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get back in the car just yet.

"Logan…"

Logan
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, pretty girl, is an empty page
That men will want to write on

Rory
To write on...

Logan
You are twenty going on twenty-one
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware, be canny and careful
Darling, you're on the brink

You are twenty going on twenty-one
Fellows are falling in line
Eager young lads and rogues and cads
Will offer you food and wine

Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your books

You need someone older an wiser
Telling you what to do
I am twenty-one going on twenty-two
I'll take care of you

Rory
I am twenty going on twenty-two
I know that I'm naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe

I am twenty going on twenty-one
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those

Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my kin

I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
You are twenty-one going on twenty-two
I'll depend on you


Rory turned and smiled at Logan. If there was one guy who knew how to get on her good side, it was him.

"Forgive me?" Logan asked, with complete sincerity

"Of course. You know I didn't believe you at first, when you said that night air could make a man sober, and I still don't. "Rory smiled at him and stood up

"Let me drive you home?" Logan asked.

"Nope. I hold all the keys. But Logan…"

"Yeah?"

"Did you mean what you said?"

"About being there for you? Of course I did. When have I ever not been there?"

"Just wondering" Rory and Logan walked back to the white Porche, shinning in the moonlight. She was lucky to have a friend like Logan, and she knew it, but sometimes she just wanted him to leave her alone. Rory had discovered long ago that men in her life were the only thing she couldn't depend on.