Hey everybody! You're all so awesome! Now, time to answer questions.

-SydneyMorgan, I will definitely put Chris and Tristan in Hartford at some point, and Rory will be going to Yale very soon. Thanks for the compliment.

-Ilovegilmoregirls913, Emily and Richard will make a small appearance later on.

-Katlyn, Rory has an accent, but Chris doesn't.

Disclaimer: Why must you torture me? Oy vey, here we go again!

Continue with the story please!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As soon as Rory heard Logan's last name, realization struck her.

"So you must be the infamous son of Mr. Mitchum Hunztberger." Rory stated with a smug look. She had heard all about this boy's reputation. He was an infamous playboy who had actually dated a few of Rory's friends.

Logan couldn't help but cringe. She had heard of him, and that most likely meant that she knew of his past…escapades.

"Well…you see…" Logan started to explain as he led Rory to a table, but he was soon cut off.

"Excuse me, miss?" Whispered a little blonde girl standing in front of Rory. She must have been only five or six, and she had an extremely hopeful look on her face. "Are you Rory Hayden?"

Rory bent down to reach the little girl's height and answered her sweetly. "Why yes, I am sweety. May I help you with something?"

"Umm…can I please have your autograph?" She asked. Rory nodded as the little girl hugged her tightly.

Rory laughed. "Here you go sweety. Now you be good, okay?" Rory said as she handed the little girl back her diary that she had signed.

"Okay. Bye" She waved as she went off in search of her mother.

Rory waved and then turned back to Logan. He had been quiet for a bit too long.

During this encounter, Logan had simply stared at Rory. She was as caring as she was beautiful, and he quickly decided he wanted to really get to know her.

"Please, sit." He said as he gestured towards the table.

"So, are you the reason why I was invited to your father's annual gala?" She inquired with a hint of mirth.

Logan looked surprised before answering. "Honestly, I had no idea he invited you till earlier today," he continued as Rory looked on with a trace of sadness, "but that doesn't make me any less glad that you're coming. Wait, you are coming, aren't you?" He questioned. He hadn't known if she was the type to accept an invitation to a stranger's party.

"Of course I'm coming. I couldn't very well miss the opportunity to see you interact with society." She laughed. "Tell me, have you been instructed to kiss anyone in particular's behind?" She asked. She knew these types of parties, and usually they were designed to arrange business deals.

Logan paused for a moment. He couldn't just tell her that he was supposed to be sucking up to her, so, instead, he told a lie.

"Yeah. My dad has it in his mind that I could sweet talk this guy's daughter until he inks a deal." He then pretended to be annoyed, and he could tell that Rory was buying into his story. It was, after all, extremely common for people of old money to trick each other into business deals and contracts.

"Trust me. I know what it's like." Rory stated as her phone began to buzz. "Goodness…I really must remember to turn this thing off." She stated as she took out her phone and pressed the 'end' button.

However, seconds later the phone went off again.

"You know, you really should answer that." Logan stated amused. Rory took out the phone and answered without bothering to check the Caller I.D.

"Yeah?" She asked distractedly as she took a sip of her coffee before it got cold. "Oh…umm…hi." She said sounding nervous. Logan noticed this, but he tried to remain quiet so he could catch Rory's side of the conversation.

"Listen, I would love to…you obviously can't be tied down to someone…well, no…how can you say that…fine. Goodbye!" Rory huffed as she slammed the phone down on the table.

'Why does he have to keep on doing this?' Rory thought angrily.

Logan had been observing Rory's expressions, and he could tell that she was no longer in a joking mood. The smile was wiped from her face and replaced with a scowl. He believed it was time to step in before she decided to bolt.

"Rory, are you okay?" Logan asked now serious.

Rory had hardly noticed Logan watching her, and his voice broke her thoughts.

"What? Oh…umm…I'm fine." She declared with false confidence.

"Listen, Rory… I don't want to pressure you, seeing as I just met you, but you can talk to me. Trust me; I know what it's like to have no one there to listen. I know how hard it is to have no one there that understands" He said sympathetically.

Rory smiled. This time it was a true smile.

She stood up and grabbed Logan's hand.

"Are you kidnapping me?" Logan questioned with a smirk. "'Cause you don't have to, I'll come willingly."

They both laughed at that as Rory began to pull Logan down the street and towards her house.

"Oh, shut your mouth and come on!" She bellowed with hilarity in her voice.

Logan couldn't help the grin that overtook his face. This girl was like none he had ever met. She had this larger than life image, yet she still managed to be completely down-to-earth.

"Hey, I'm really liking this controlling thing. You think maybe later we could try it out…" He began, but he was cut off by Rory's moan.

"If you make any sexual references than I will be forced to smack you." Rory practically growled, but the expression on her face made it known that she was kidding.

"And don't you dare turn that into an innuendo." She declared as an afterthought.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He said as he glanced at their two hands intertwined. He slowly removed his hand and placed it around her shoulders.

"Now. Are you going to tell me where we're going?" He expressed clearly entertained by the situation.

"Well…I have to go home, and you, my kind sir, and going to walk me." She said, finally voicing her plan.

"In that case, we should get to know each other better. I mean, if you're taking me home and all." Logan acknowledged with a great deal of laughter.

"Fine. I'll ask you a question, you ask me a question." Rory gathered resolutely.

With a nod of his head, Logan agreed.

"Fine then. What is your greatest ambition?" Rory inquired.

Logan thought about this for a moment. He really liked this girl. He didn't want to falsify everything he told her, so he decided he would tell her the truth.

"Honestly, I have always wanted to go into journalism," he said, but noticing the pointed look she gave him, he decided to continue. "I don't mean running the 'Huntzberger Media Empire.' I mean, being a reporter, getting involved in something other than the business aspect…I've always thought if I could get away from my responsibilities for five seconds that I could really enjoy writing." He admitted with a sigh.

Who was he kidding? He knew it would never happen. His father was too busy guiding the company to see what his son really wanted.

Rory looked on with surprise. She hadn't expected him to open up so much; they hardly knew each other.

'If he can do it, then so can I.'

"Umm…Logan, do you know who I was on the phone with earlier?" She asked.

Logan looked up from the ground when he heard her voice. She had grabbed his hand sometime during his confession, and he was actually glad.

"No, why?"

Rory heaved a sigh before responding. "It was my ex-boyfriend." She said with mixed emotions. Logan could see her eyes clouding with resentment and sadness.

"Well, Ror, I don't see the prob-," but Rory cut him off.

"It was my ex-boyfriend, Harry Windsor." She stated glumly. She looked down and tried to continue walking, but Logan pulled her arm and stopped her.

"Rory…I know that you have dated some…infamous people, but I don't care. Part of the reason I like you so much is that you are just chalk full of interesting facts and excitement." He grinned as she looked away. Who knew that even supermodels were shy sometimes?

Once Rory had absorbed the full effects of Logan's words, she laughed to herself. She leaned over to whisper something in his ear, her body leaning into his.

"So, you like me?" Rory whispered. She pulled back, hid a smirk, and walked away slowly.

"Wow…this is gonna be way more fun than I thought." Logan said. "Hey Rory, I believe it is my turn to ask you a question?" He shouted as he jogged to catch up to her.

So much for an afternoon alone, not that either of them minded.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rory took a glimpse at the clock for what seemed like the thousandth time.

It was exactly one week since the run-in, and Rory was now getting dressed for the gala. Logan had asked her to be his date, and after much encouragement from Rochelle, she had reluctantly agreed. It wasn't that she didn't want to go, it was that she had no idea what their status was. She didn't know if hey were going as friends or dates, and Rory felt ridiculous for not asking sooner.

"Chelle, can you please help me with my hair before Logan gets here?" Rory screeched. She was already dressed, and all she needed to do was straighten her hair and add a light layer of make-up.

"Of course little bleu." Rochelle hollered back.

She had decided not to intrude on Rory and Logan's night, so Rochelle told Rory that she had to speak to some of her other clients and make sure they were doing well.

"Chelle, are you positive you can't come?" Rory somewhat begged. She wanted someone there to talk to besides Logan and his friends. She wanted her best friend there.

"Bleu, how many times must I tell you? Never question me. My word is law." She declared with all of the arrogance of royalty.

"Keep that up and maybe you'll get a date with Albert II." Rory giggled.

Rochelle made a face of disgust. That is disgusting! He is 50 years old and not even a Prince. I would much rather date…I don't know." Rochelle stated deep in thought.

"Chelle, can you do me a favor?" Rory questioned as Rochelle began to fix her hair and make-up.

"Of course Layette, as long as it has nothing to do with Jell-O. I learned my lesson last time." She said while she glared at the girl in front of her.

"How was it my fault that you spilt it? Plus daddy wasn't that mad." Rory stated as a smile graced her features. "Anyhow, could you call Daddy for me and ask him when he's going to come visit?"

"Fine, but I will do it tomorrow. I am busy tonight." Rochelle replied. "Now, on to more important things. Have I mentioned how fabulous you look?" She added with an enormous grin.

Rory had chosen a high fashion, bohemian look. She wore a V-neck white dress with black floral print all around it. The dress reached just below her knees and had an untied black ribbon around the waist. She wore her hair down and away from her face, and she had decided to wear stiletto boots. The outfit didn't exactly scream "socialite," but it did scream "model."

As the doorbell rang, Rochelle left to answer it, and Rory decided to look in the mirror one last time. After all of the interruptions it had caused, Rory quickly turned her cell phone on silent and grabbed her handbag.

As she made her way downstairs, she saw Logan at the bottom of the steps. He wore a black suit, most likely Armani, and a black dress shirt. He had no tie, yet he looked strangely formal. After a few moments of standing before him, she noticed that he had yet to say a word, and she began to giggle.

"Logan, do you think maybe we should go now?" She queried.

Logan looked captivated for what seemed like an eternity before he responded.

"Uhh…yeah. Umm…Rory, you look…wow." He said trying not to come off to eager but failing miserably.

"Thanks Woodward." She asserted.

Logan beamed at Rory as he helped her with her coat and bid farewell to Rochelle.

"What kind of car do you drive?" Rory asked with innocence.

"A Porsche?" He said with confusion.

"I knew it! I call driver's seat!" She squealed as she grabbed his keys and lunged at the driver's side door.

"No fair!" Logan shouted as he attempted to stop her.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the two entered the Huntzberger Mansion, Logan wrapped his arm around Rory's waist and began to waive to his father's business partners.

"I really need to teach you how to drive." Logan whispered into her ear as they walked into the ballroom.

Rory looked around. The rather large room had marble floors and was obviously used for this type of event often. It was decorated with rather large vases of flowers and glowing lights.

Rory turned to Logan and glared mockingly.

"It is not my fault that you Americans choose to drive on the wrong side of the road."

Logan knew she was born in Connecticut, but he also knew that it would be strange to tell her that he knew her life story. So, instead, he grabbed her hand and led her over to the dance floor.

"You can make up the fact hat you almost wrecked my car by dancing with me." He stated smugly. Rory rolled her eyes jokingly before agreeing.

She had yet to notice the fact that nearly everyone in the ballroom was staring at her in shock, and Logan was slightly glad. He knew she didn't have a bad temper, but he also knew that she had a rather strange sense of humor.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rochelle was bored. She had been sitting on the living room couch eating Ding Dongs and watching "Casablanca" over and over again.

'This is just pathetic!' She yelled at herself while turning the remote over in her hands.

All of a sudden, she decided to go for it. She turned the television off and grabbed the phone.

Her hands began to shake nervously as she dialed a very familiar number.

As soon as she heard the other person's voice, she began to speak.

"Obstiné…it is Chelle…"

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After what seemed like years of chatting with couples and explaining why Rory was in Hartford, Rory and Logan decided to sneak upstairs and into Logan's room.

The space was white, as were all of the other rooms in the house, and it looked rarely lived in. The king-size bed was covered with deep blue and gold sheets which matched the colors of the chairs, and expensive works of art. The only thing that could differentiate this room from that of an adult was the gigantic poster of a girl in a bikini on the wall.

"You have a crush on Giselle?" Rory asked intrigued.

"Yah, well, I'm a guy." He stated as if it was obvious.

"I don't blame you, she's really a sweetheart. So, what do you wanna do?" She asked unaffected.

"Wait, you know her?" Logan inquired astonished.

"Of course. We did a shoot together a while back. As a matter of fact, I should e-mail her. I know that she wanted to get together." She proclaimed absentmindedly.

"You will never cease to amaze me." Logan stated as Rory smiled.

"Thank you. Now, how 'bout we finish asking each other questions?" She asked.

"You know, I have a few things we can do, and they are much easier." Logan responded cockily.

Rory thought this over, and she came to a decision. She moved towards Logan with a determined look on her face, and Logan just stood there paralyzed. Rory ran her hand up and down his arm and pressed into him. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and right when their lips were about to touch and they could feel the heat, Rory spoke.

"I am not a leggy blonde with an IQ of 7 and an insane obsession with trust funds, so you are going to have to work a lot harder darling."

She let go and turned around.

"Now, what's your favorite color?" She demanded with a passion.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Okay, please tell me it wasn't that bad! Oh, and there is a link to a picture of Rory's dress on my profile. Thanks for reading, and please review! Oh, and don't worry, Harry won't be too evil!