"Rory? Rory...?" Lane started cautiously.

"Whaaa..." Rory tried to focus her vision.

"Rory, it's Lane. You know, your best friend in the entire world, come to rescue you from this dreadful place of expensive learning and take you back to little old Stars Hollow to hang out for the weekend…"

"Oh Lane, I completely forgot. I had such a night"

"Tell me all about it when you are dressed and in the car" Lane grabbed an outfit from Rory's closet and threw it at her, "Put this on and meet me outside. Don't worry, I got coffee" Rory smiled at her friend and went to shower. After a few minuets, and looking refreshed, Rory appeared outside the brick dorms

"Hey. Alright, now tell me all about this night of yours," Lane said, starting the small red Saturn.

"Let me summarize. Party. Drunk Logan. Me angry at drunk Logan and almost walking home. Paris angry at me for becoming editor of the Yale Daily News. Paris making fun of me, my mom, Logan, and Tristan. Getting a letter from Tristan. Being dumped by said letter from Tristan" Rory rambled as they pulled away from the curb.

"Well that explains the tear stained pillow," Lane joked, trying to make Rory smile. Thirty minutes, and plenty of talk later they had finally reached the safe haven of Stars Hollow.

"Hey, Lane, could you drop me at my house? I know I promised to hang with you, but I really need to see my mom," Rory pleaded as their car drove by Luke's.

"No problem. Just call me later, because I might go somewhere with Zach, if it's ok with you?"

"Sure thing. Thanks Lane" Rory opened the car door and got out. She didn't see her mother's car in the driveway, so she just let herself in and went to her room. Rory was never good at moping, but today, she felt, was going to be different. She sat on her bed and gazed out the window.

'Single," she thought. It had been a long time since she was single. She had been with Tristan for so long. The idea of being single almost scared her. 'How could he?' she questioned.

"Just friends…?" she wondered aloud.

Rory
There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.

And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...

There's a fine, fine line between together and not
And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

For some reason, Rory felt better. Sure, she had loved Tristan, but when she was honest with herself, she had felt herself drifting away from him over the years. It didn't help that Logan had never liked Tristan. Life had been a delicate balance for Rory Gilmore these last few years, swaying between best friend and boyfriend.

Rory began to smile. Thoughts of Logan always made her feel better. Even last night when she had not wanted to go out, she had had fun at the impromptu party he and his friends had thrown for her in celebration of not only her being made editor, but also of the new internship she was starting in a few days at one of his father's newspapers.

'Yes,' she thought. This new internship would be exactly what she needed. A chance to astonish the world. To show that she, Rory Gilmore, could conquer the world. A skirt that could keep up and even out due any man in the field. Feeling better, Rory decided she didn't need to wallow, she was ready to achieve, to fly, to soar. But first she had to call Logan, and tell him everything that had happened.