Disclaimer: I still don't own it...shocker.
A/N: Okay..sorry that I can only update on weekends now...but that's life now that school has started. Yay for being ridiculously busy...
Chapter Four: Blonde Bimbo...Not
"Why did Bambi have to die?" Rory whimpered, sticking a red vine in her mouth. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks, the mascara on her lashes long gone.
"It's the way of nature,"
"But now his kid will have no father, just like he did,"
"Nature is cruel babe," Lorelai remarked, watching the credits roll down.
"I concur," Rory agreed, pressing the stop button on the controller, the screen turning black.
I'm going to go get more food Rory, you go put the next movie in,"
"Should we do A Walk To Remember?"
"No wallowing session is complete without Mandy Moore with chunky bangs,"
"Alright, Mandy Moore it is," Rory rifled through the DVD's, searching for the Nicholas Sparks classic. As she was sifting through there was a knock on the door. She stood up and opened it, curious at who would be going to her dorm on a Thursday morning. She was surprised to see a blonde boy in her doorway, a cup of coffee in hand.
"Logan,"
"Hey, uh, are you going to class in that?" Logan asked, gesturing to her flannels and henley t-shirt.
"No, I'm not going,"
"You're not?"
"Wait, you are?" She asked suddenly, surprised by him actually showing an interest.
"Yes,"
"You never go, the teachers don't even know what you look like,"
"Well, I was going to start. It turns out you're in my class,"
"Really,"
"Yes, I was hoping you'd accompany me," Rory smiled, eyeing the coffee.
"I'm assuming the coffee is a bribe,"
"No," Logan said simply, handing her the coffee, "Just a nice gesture,"
"Who is this?" Lorelai asked from behind Rory, red vines in tow.
"Oh Mom, this is Logan,"
"Wow!" Lorelai exclaimed, smiling. Rory looked at her mother confused, not exactly sure what Lorelai was thinking.
"Mom?"
"You brought eye candy to the wallowing session! That's pure genius!" Rory rolled her eyes, focusing on Logan again.
"Ignore my mother, she's insane,"
"Not clinically," Lorelai retorted, a smile on her lips. Logan watched Lorelai and Rory adn couldn't help but smile. Seeing Rory with her mother was thoroughly entertaining for him. Their relationship was completely foreign to him, the only parent-child relationships he knew were his and his friends. Needless to say, his experience with those type of relationships was not good.
"So, what are you doing?" Logan asked.
"We're wallowing-well I'm wallowing, my mom is aiding in the wallowing,"
"Why are you wallowing?" Logan asked.
"Uh, Dean and I broke up,"
"So therefore the wallowing process began," Lorelai added, placing the red vines on the coffee table.
"Oh, so what exactly is wallowing?"
"Amateur," Lorelai sighed, turning to Rory to explain the phenomenon known as wallowing.
"Basically you just watch tear jerkers and eat any food that clogs arteries,"
"Tear jerkers?" Logan asked.
"The Notebook, The Way We Were," Lorelai rambled off.
"Bambi,"
"Bambi?" Logan said with a smile, amused by Rory's addition.
"Hey, it's sad movie, no mocking,"
"It made Rory over here look like a blubbering idiot," Lorelai said with a smile.
"Where do friends come into the wallowing mix?" Logan questioned.
"Uh, I guess they don't," Rory said slowly.
"There's no friends? Well, I guess that I'll just have to help you with that. What movie's next? I hope I haven't seen it," Logan sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him.
"Come on Rory," He said, "We mustn't hold up the wallowing any further," Rory looked at her mother who was gazing at Logan with wonder.
"He's bold," Lorelai stated, "I like it. He's right Rory, the wallowing must not be held up any longer. Shane West, here we come!" She pressed play and then relaxed into the comfy one seater. They watched in silence as the Nicholas Spars classic worked its magic, all of the, including Logan, in tears by the end.
After Logan joined Rory's wallowing group he had become a staple in her life. Every morning he walked with her to class, bringing coffee for both of them. They grew a close friendship, neither realizing how dependent they had become on each other. Logan was Rory's protector, he took care of her, making sure that everything was okay. Rory was the person who kept Logan in check, made sure that he didn't get into too much trouble. They completed each other and fit together perfectly, everyone saw it but them.
"Apparently the girl that Paris debated against made her cry," Rory said with a smile as they walked to their first class.
"No way,"
"Yes, I heard it from Theresa, she was there. Apparently the bimbo blonde was no such thing,"
"Man, I wish that I could meet that girl,"
"Yeah, me too,"
"Hey, Logan!" A girl's voice yelled, her high voice cutting through the ear. Rory looked back to see a pretty blonde running towards them, her pea coat wrapped tightly around her small frame.
"Hey Stephanie," Logan said with a smile. Rory said a quick hello, not familiar with the girl.
"Logan, you have another girl? You really do go through them quickly. Last time I checked, which was an hour ago, you were still with Tiffany," Logan smiled, shaking his head.
"You know me too well Steph," She gaged her reaction and laughed when he saw the outraged look on her face, "I'm kidding, this is my friend Rory," Stephanie let out her breath happily, smiling at Rory.
"Hi, I'm Stephanie Vanderbilt," She shook Rory's hand and Rory smiled, already liking the girl.
"I'm Rory Gilmore,"
"As in Emily and Richard?" Rory smiled tightly, nodding.
"It seems like everyone knows them,"
"They're important people, but that's not why I know them. My parents forced me to go to every single one of their parties. No offense, but your grandparents have appalling taste in hors deurves," Rory smiled widely, liking the girl even more. Stephanie saw another blonde girl with a severe face approaching and her eyes went wide.
"Oh no,"
"What is it?" Logan asked.
"See that girl," She said, gesturing to the girl. Rory looked where she had pointed and her eyes widened a bit.
"Paris?"
"Yeah, I debated her yesterday and beat her, it was terrible, she was actually in tears. I felt so bad," Rory looked at Stephanie, her mouth agape.
"You're the blonde bimbo?" Stephanie looked at Rory confused.
"Uh, excuse me?"
"Wow, you have officially become my favorite person in the world," Rory said in awe. Stephanie half smiled, still a bit confused.
"Uh, thank you?"
"You are the one and only person to ever beat Paris. I have to tell you that it's quite an accomplishment," Stephanie now fully smiled, understanding now what was happening.
"Oh, well, I'm glad that I could make you happy. But, uh, I need to leave immediately. While I beat her once, she looks like she could beat me up, and in that challenge I wouldn't win," Stephanie said quickly, "Bye guys, it was nice to meet you Rory,"
"You too Stephanie, bye,"
"Bye Steph," Logan said, watching her walk away, "I am so proud to be her friend," Rory smiled as Paris finally reached them.
"Hey, was that Stephanie Vanderbilt?" Paris asked. Rory and Logan looked at eachother and then answered quickly.
"No,"
Logan walked into his dorm to find Tiffany there. She was sitting on his couch, her long expanse of legs stretched in front of her. When he entered she looked up at him, her heavily lined eyes resting lazily on him.
"Uh, hey Tiff, what are you doing here?"
"I just haven't seen you in a while,"
"It's been two days,"
"Where were you all of yesterday? You were gone for a long time,"
"Uh, I was with Rory," She let out a bitter laugh, looking down at her feet.
"Ah, Rory, I should have known,"
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, a slight edge to his voice.
"Nothing,"
"Don't pull that, you meant something with that comment,"
"Whatever Logan, I don't care," He shook his head, walking past her.
"You do care, if you didn't you wouldn't have mentioned it,"
"I just wish that you could spend more time with me, I mean, I am your girlfriend,"
"Yeah?"
"You spend more time with her than me, last time I checked you were dating me, not her,"
"We're just friends," He answered in a bored voice. She had brought this up before and he was tired of it. He and Rory were just friends. Why couldn't she just see that?
"Do you think she's pretty?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"An easy one. Do you think she's pretty?"
"Yes," Logan answered after a long pause, Rory's bright eyes in his mind.
"Prettier than me," He could sense the insecurity in her voice and immediately felt bad, he had obviously picked the wrong answer. He moved back to Tiffany and sat next to her, taking her hand.
"Of course not," She looked at him, her eyes a bit glassy. He kissed her once and then wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"I'm sorry for overreacting, I know you guys are just friends. It's just...,"
"Sssshhh, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter,"
"I love you Logan," She murmured. He went to say it back, but found that he couldn't get it out. He tried again but found that the words got caught in his throat, refusing to come out. He finally croaked it out, the words sounding strained. As he heard himself say it he became unsettled. Something about those words were wrong, something was missing, someone was.
A/N: Okay...here it is! I hope that you liked it! There will be ROGAN coming, but I wanted them to be friends first, because I've never really done that type of Rogan action before. Look next weekend for an update, because that's when there will be one. Thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW!
