AN: ok, you guys seem really confused. Mitchum Huntzberger IS NOT the vice president. RJ isn't followed by security because he is also living under the last name "Gilmore" and escaped as soon as Chris became president. Therefore, his friends, or anyone in the school except for the principal, know that who either he or Rory is. Rory turned 16, and RJ is 19, and a senior. He is older than all his friends, because he started school later.

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Chapter 3: Diary of Finn Morgan

"Ow!" screamed Rory. Opening her eyes and looking around, she found Finn sitting on top of her on the couch. "Watch out, you loser!"

"Good morning, doll!"

"Finn, how are you awake this early?" grumbled Stephanie on the nearby couch.

"Simple: I didn't go to sleep last night!"

"Ohhhh how was Rose, Finn?"

"Oh the fun Rose and I had last night… It all started when I started taking off my socks and then she decided to play a naughty game with them and she put them on…"

"OK! Too much information Finny!" interrupted Stephanie; "We don't need the details of your sex life with Rosemary!"

"You're no fun," pouted Finn. "I'm going to go find Logan and tell him instead!"

Finn hopped off of Rory and Rory exhaled. "Thank God, he is heavy!"

"Hey! I heard that, missy!" screamed Finn from Logan's room.

"So… breakfast?" asked Stephanie.

"Always!" squealed Rory, clapping her hands like a little kid on Christmas.

The girls had crashed at the guys' place last night after the party, too drunk and tired to walk back to their room. Tristan slept in RJ's room, Collin slept in Logan's room, and Finn… well, Finn did not sleep. The girls crashed in the living room on the two huge couches. The boys tried to move the girls into Logan's room, but they clung to the couch for their dear life.

"How do pancakes sound?" asked Stephanie.

"Like heaven!" said Rory, closing her eyes because of the massive headache that was starting to hit her.

"Hungover, girls?" came from Logan's room. Rory turned her head, and there her stood, in his boxers and wife beater, wrinkled, hair ruffled, eyes barely open.

"Ungh…" groaned Rory. "Did Finn wake you?"

"Yeah, he tried to tell me about his escapades with Rose… I took out a notebook and told him to start a diary. Currently, he's plopped on my bed, writing."

"Haha! Wow, Finn can write?" laughed Stephanie.

"Apparently!" grinned Logan.

Oh, that grin is something I would readily wake up to, thought Rory. Wait, WHAT? Where did that thought come from?

"So… Logan… pancakes?" said Stephanie, making a puppy face.

"Make them yourself!"

"Oh come on, Logie, dear, our heads hurt, and do you really want the chance of this place burning down?" pouted Rory.

"One: never call me "Logie." Two: stop looking at me like that! You know no guy can resist that look!"

The girls kept on looking at him, their expressions unchanged.

"No. No. No!"

The looks continued.

"Oh my god! Fine! Ugh!" Logan walked off with a glare at each of the girls.

"Score!" screamed Stephanie and threw a pillow at Rory.

"Hey, girls," came RJ's voice from the door. Tristan was right behind him. Collin came into the room, two glasses of water in his hand. Giving each one to the girls, he pulled out some aspirin and gave it to the girls also.

"Aw, thanks!" said Rory. Her head wasn't hurting as bad anymore, but it was still pretty unpleasant.

"So, Rory… You drink, huh?" said RJ.

"Yeah. Got a problem with that?"

"Nah, just takes a little getting used to. My baby sister drinking and wearing those clothes…"

"I personally loved what she was wearing," came Finn's voice.

"You done writing your adventures down?" asked Logan.

"For now! Watch it, mates, in a few years, this will get published, and some teenagers will read it and become very horny! Imagine: 'Diary of Finn Morgan.'"

"Ew, Finn. Stop right there." Said Rory, scrunching her face.

Damn, even in the morning she looks hot as hell, thought Logan.

Collin plopped down on the couch next to Stephanie, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV.

"Today on ABC News: three exclusive reports. Firstly, three people were murdered in a deli in a small town in New Hampshire. The killer has not yet been caught. Stay tuned for details. Secondly today, is the bird flue a threat to American markets? What precautions have been taken to prevent the spread of this epidemic? And finally, President Hayden's daughter has gone missing. The Secret Service has been placed all over the country. Lawyers are leaning to a kidnapping because of the disorder in the girl's room."

Rory sat on the couch, staring at the TV. RJ had stopped where he was and fixed his eyes on the TV. Breaking from the trance, he walked off to Rory and grabbed her hang to get her attention in order to make sure that the others didn't suspect anything.

"Hey, Ror? Can you come with me for a sec? I want to ask you something."

"Yeah, sure" whispered Rory.

Rory and RJ walked into RJ's room and locked the door.

"What are we going to do?" asked RJ right away.

"I don't know, RJ, I don't know! What if they find me? I'm impressed that they even noticed I was missing!"

"Maybe…"

"No!"

"Come on, Ror, it's the reasonable thing to do! They must be worried as hell!"

"Psht!"

"Rory. They love you, trust me. They're your parents!"

"By name."

"No, Rory, Mom and Dad do love you. They just don't realize that they don't show it. But they do, I'm sure of that."

"So… you think I should call them?"

"Yeah, probably...definitely."

"But what if he makes me come home?"

"Talk to him. Explain the situation. Tell him you're here with me. Chilton is a wonderful academy. He shouldn't complain…"

"But what if…"

"Rory, you have to do this. The Secret Service is after you! They will find you anyways! And then you will definitely be forced to go home."

"I guess…"

"Here," said RJ, picking up his cell phone and throwing it at Rory. "Call them. Come out when you're done. I'll go and see what they say about you on the news…"

RJ waked out, closing the door behind him. Rory fell onto the bed, clutching the cell phone. She knew she had to talk to them at some point. She was just really scared that her parents would make her go back home. She couldn't go back home now. She loved it too much here.

Picking up the cell phone, she finally dialed the familiar number.

Her dad picked up on the first ring.

"Hello? Robert? Did you see the news? Do you know where Rory is? Has she called you? Do you have any idea about where she might be?"

Wow, thought Rory, he sounds really worried. Suddenly feeling guilty, Rory became at a loss for words.

"Robert? Hello?"

"Hi, dad."

"RORY!"

"Yes, dad. I'm here. Now, before you say anything…"

"Young lady! What do you think you're doing? Do you know how much your mother and I worried about you? Do you know how many people are out there looking for you right now? Can you imagine what thoughts have crossed mine and your mother's minds?"

"I can imagine, dad. I'm really sorry I made you worry like this, but…"

"There's no "but"! What you did is inexcusable and unforgivable!"

"Listen, dad! Can you just let me talk? I can't live at home right now. Unless you want me to kill myself, I have to live here. I love you and mom very much, but I'm sick of it. God, it was my birthday yesterday! It was my birthday and you were at a convention! Not only were you at a convention, but you completely forgot about it! I had to spend my birthday by myself! And do you know why I was by myself? Because not only were you not home, but you have never allowed me to have friends or boyfriends. You're so worried that people will find out that I'm your daughter. I appreciate your concern, I really do, and I am really grateful that nobody knows that I am the Presiden't daughter, and that nobody bugs me about it, but I can't live that life anymore! I need freedom! I just turned 16! I… Please let me stay here, daddy!" Tears were freely flowing down Rory's face, and she had to stop talking to regain her composure.

"Sweetie, I didn't know you felt that way. But, you don't understand how dangerous it is for you to be out there by yourself. Where are you anyways?"

"Hartford, Connecticut. I'm at Chilton. With RJ. Don't worry about me. Honestly, I am in good hands there. And what danger can I be in? The only person who knows who I truly am is the Headmaster, and I am sure that he won't tell anyone."

"Do you really want to stay there?"

Rory smiled. "Yes, daddy, I really like it here. I made friends for the first time in my life. I am here with my brother. I haven't had any classes yet, but I heard that they are really interesting. Just let me do this, please?"

A long pause ensued.

"Ok, fine. But you have to call me every day, ok?"

"Yay! Thanks, daddy! I love you! Is Mom there?"

"No, she's at our grandmother's. I'll tell her you called."

"Ok, tell her I love her. I'll miss you! I promise I'll visit soon! Thank you so much!"

"Be careful, kid. Your mother and I will be worried about you. And we expect that phone call every day, no matter what. Got it, miss?"

"Yeah. Thanks. Love you. Bye!"

"Bye, sweetheart."

Rory hung up and exhaled. That wasn't that bad. She was finally free.

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AN:

Wow, I've been spoiling you guys! An update a day!

So, who thinks I need a beta?