Disclaimer: I never will own it.

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for the whole week thing, but that's life with school so...sorry. Now, please review! I've been getting a lot of hits but then only ten reviews. I work really hard on these chapters, please if you are reading, review this. It takes hardly any time...I'll even be happy with one word reviews..I just want to know what you think. If you have any ideas please tell me, you can e-mail me or tell me in your comment. What you think means a lot to me! Anyway...on to the chapter!

Chapter Four: I'm a Chris Doughtry Fan

"Hi, my regular please," Rory said to the coffee vendor, taking out her wallet.

"I'll have a large coffee," Logan said from behind her, "And you can put her cup on my tab,"

"Logan, you don't have to do that,"

"I don't have to be obsessed with Entourage either, but that still prevails," Rory smiled, picking up her coffee cup.

"Entourage, huh?"

"It's a pretty fantastic show,"

"Isn't that the one where random celebrities guest star?"

"Yes, yes it is,"

"I'm an American Idol fan," Rory said easily, smiling.

"No," Logan said, shaking his head, "You're one of them?"

"One of who?"

"An American Idol junkie. Please don't tell me you're part of Soul Patrol," Rory laughed, taking a sip of coffee. The hot liquid slid down her throat immediately waking her up; God she loved caffeine.

"No, I'm a Chris Doughtry fan. Him being voted off was an injustice,"

"Right up there with Duke's lacrosse team scandal, huh?"

"It should have gotten news coverage," Logan thought for a moment and smiled.

"I actually think it did,"

"Good, that makes me happy. I was very angry when he was voted off. I threw my food at the screen,"

"What were you eating?"

"Ice cream, cookies and cream,"

"Sticky and cream...and I'm assuming not low fat, you must have been pretty angry,"

"I was," Rory said with a smile. After a moment of silence Rory tentatively spoke, mentioning the infamous girlfriend, "So, how's Tiffany?"

"She's fine,"

"I still think that she hates me," Rory said with a smile.

"She doesn't hate you. She was just telling me how nice she thinks you,"

"Followed by how conniving and stuck-up I am,"

"Rory Gilmore conniving and stuck-up? Never," He said, smiling down at the girl beside him, "She likes you,"

"You're a terrible liar,"

"She doesn't hate you," He paused for a moment and then added, "She is threatened by you actually," Rory looked at him surprised.

"What?"

"She thinks that I have a thing for you,"

"Oh," Rory wouldn't let herself look at him, but she could see him smiling out of the corner of her eye, "That's ridiculous, right?"

"Sure," His tone was not convincing and it made Rory extremely nervous. She slowly turned her head to him and saw that he was suppressing a laugh. When he finally couldn't hold it any longer her burst into laughter, "Of course that's ridiculous. You're too pure for me Ace. As Finn said, we like our women loose," Rory smiled.

"Well, then I'm definitely not the girl for you,"

"So, how's that coffee?" Logan asked with a knowing smile, well aware that the cup was already empty.

"Good and done," Rory replied, tossing the empty glass into a trash can. Just like this conversation Rory thought to herself. The topic of her and Logan was extremely awkward and she didn't want to discuss it again, at least not until she had a good eight hours of sleep. Talking about it with only five was not good, it made her see things, or at least that's what she thought.

"This is ridiculous. I'm strong, I'm perfectly capable of working," Paris declared, getting up from her bed. She shakily walked to her desk, picking up a book.

"Paris, stop moving," Rory stated blandly, once again scolding Paris for getting up. She had been like that all day, oblivious to the fact that she was sick. Rory had taken it upon herself to deep an eye on Paris, to make sure she didn't accidentally kill herself.

"I'm fine Rory, all I have is a measly cold,"

"Paris, you have a sinus infection,"

"Ugh, sinus infection, cold, it's the same thing,"

"No it's not,"

"I'm pre-med Rory! I think I know!" Paris yelled angrily, sneezing violently. Rory sighed, shaking her head.

"You're delusional, know lay down," Paris obliged, laying back down. She put her hand to head and groaned, the sound long and drawn out.

"I need to finish my articles. They're due tomorrow, I need to work on them,"

"Paris, how about I finish them for you?"

"You'll do them wrong,"

"No I won't. I'll finish them and get them turned in for the upcoming issue," Paris groaned again, rolling onto her side.

"Fine," Paris said, refusing to face Rory, "Just don't screw it up Gilmore, and keep what I have,"

"Okay, I will Paris," Rory could still hear Paris mumbling about her and decided that it was time to leave. She left the dorm, heading towards the library, if she wanted to get the articles to Paris's standards she had no time to waste.

"Logan, are we going to Robert's party this weekend?" Tiffany asked, placing her assorted items in her purse. They were in her dorm, getting ready to go out.

"Uh, I don't know,"

"We should, everyone is going to be there," Logan snorted at this, looking at her.

"I doubt that everyone is going to be at Robert's party. That would have to be one huge dorm room,"

"Well, everyone worth knowing," Logan just looked at her, instinctively thinking of how Rory would have gotten what he said, laughed at hit. Then again, Rory would have never made a comment like Tiffany's. Logan sighed, not challenging her. He realized that any victory against Tiffany would be a hollow one. He might win, but Tiffany would just pout and he didn't feel like dealing with that. He also didn't want another reference to Rory, she had questioned him about that situation enough.

"Do you want to go?" He droned, already knowing the answer.

"Well, I don't want to force you into anything," He sighed, becoming increasingly frustrated.

"Tiffany, come on,"

"Alright, yes I want to go,"

"Then we'll go," He said, his tone defeated. However, Tiffany didn't notice this, she was too busy thinking about her new outfit and how she would wear her hair.

"I'm so glad we're going! I already bought a new outfit, oh Logan, you're just going to die when you see me in it," He nodded, getting up.

"Tiff, I'm going to go,"

"I thought we were going to spend some time together?"

"I have a lot of homework, huge term papers. I'm going to go to the library, I'm sorry,"

"I could go with you. Maybe we could go to the stacks," She added suggestively, running her hand over his bicep.

"No, that's fine. I really need to work, the quiet will be good for me,"

"Um, okay," Tiffany said, running her hand through her smooth hair.

"I'll call you tonight," He said, kissing her on the cheek. He left, grabbing his coat, he needed to get away, he needed time to think.

Rory was at the library surrounded by books. Paris had specific directions for what she wanted in her article and Rory was trying to appease her. She felt a bit overwhelmed by it all, the sheer volume of information that she had to find, but she could handle it. The thing she couldn't handle was Paris being sick, so anything that took her out of the dorm and away from Paris was a blessing.

"Russia: Revolution or Evolution, sounds like a pretty interesting book," Rory smiled at Logan, his presence tearing her eyes away from the text for the first time in over an hour.

"It's no Great Gatsby but it's okay,"

"Well, no one can beat F. Scott Fitzgerald, that's a given,"

"Of course, now, why are you in a library?"

"Why are you reading a boring book about Russia?"

"I asked you first," Rory sing songed, giggling at her own immature response.

"Uh, fine," Logan said, pretending to be terribly put out, "Tiffany was annoying so I came here,"

"To a library?"

"Hey, I answered your question so now you have to answer mine!" Rory smiled before answering him.

"Paris is doing an article on the revolution occurring at Yale, students becoming more obstinate, slacking off,"

"Am I her inspiration for this story?" Rory smiled.

"It's possible, but I doubt it. In regards to the massive Russia book in my hand, she wants to compare Yale's revolution to ones in other countries,"

"Hence the Russia book,"

"Yes, hence the Russia book. Now, answer my question. Why did you come to the library?" Logan went silent, beginning to wonder why he really came. At first it was just to go somewhere quiet since he knew that Colin and Finn would probably be at his dorm, but now he wasn't so sure. He remembered that when he'd walked into the library and saw Rory he wasn't even surprised, that was something that somewhat bothered him. Did he somehow know that she would be there? He looked at Rory, at a complete loss.

"I have no idea why I came here. I guess that I just did,"

"Well, since you are here, do you want to help me with Paris's colossal article?"

"Colossal, huh?"

"Colossal, just like the olives, except even bigger," Logan smiled and sat down next to her.

"I'll take the French, you take the American," Rory nodded with a grin.

"Deal,"

Rory arrived back at her dorm late, a thick envelope of notes underneath her arm. Her and Logan had worked diligently and she was pleased with the results. The notes were more than enough for a decent article and also good enough to please Paris. One the note of her roommate, Paris was fast asleep, her nasally snoring echoing slightly from her room. Rory smiled, the sound music to her ears.

She looked at her answering machine and saw that the red light was blinking. She pressed the message button adn a man's voice filled the room. The tone was manly, yet the inflection sounded somewhat childish to her, extremely sheltered. She listened attentively, curious of why she'd gotten the message.

"Hi Rory, it's Robert, uh in case the name doesn't ring a bell, I'm Logan's brunette friend who is neither exotic nor in love with Stephanie and we also went to Finn's Back To School party, uh, so that means that you probably do know me. Anyway, I'm throwing a party this weekend and I want you to know you're invited. Unfortunately there's no theme, but I think that you'll still have a pretty good time. I hope to see you Saturday at 8:00. Bye!" The machine clicked off, signaling that there were no other messages. She smiled, sitting on her bed. She did indeed remember Robert, he had been a bit boring at Finn's party but he was still nice, and cute. She liked Robert, he was a good guy and Rory always liked good guys. However, she had to admit that their track record was not too good. Her thoughts wandered to Logan, and of how when the message had begun to play she had been a bit disappointed that it wasn't him.

"No," Rory said to herself. She couldn't do that, falling for Logan. He was dating a beautiful girl who was perfect for him; she could never compete with that. She knew Logan and her would never work and she also knew that dwelling on him would do her no good. Logan and her had gone no further than friends, yet his presence made a profound difference in her life. He had helped her let go of Dean, he'd been her cure. Now she just needed to get over the cure, easier said that done. She pressed the messages button again and smiled as she listened to Robert's message. She as going to the party, definitely, she was going.

A/N: Okay..that was a little evil, but they can't get together yet...it's too soon. So we'll have a little Robert and then lovely ROGAN. I promise it's coming...just not yet. PLEASE REVIEW! Otherwise I'm going to think that no one likes this story and then I may stop posting. If you like it leave me a comment telling me so, then I'll know to continue.