Okay, I wanted to update, so I posted a little bit of what I have coming. Now then, you've got questions and I've got answers, so here we go.

Rawrrry- Sorry 'bout that! For some reason the site wasn't working, and I kept on having to repost it.

Andrea kamille- One of your questions is answered in this chapter. Asfor the other one, I might go into it a few chapters from now.

-Campanology101- Thanks, I guess? No, just kidding! I wanted to make Rory bolder and more confident, but I want her to still be the same base character (loves coffee, books, and has the insecurities, etc.).

JessluvrLL4ever8987- Your wish is my command! I promise that the next few chapters (after this one, since I already wrote it) will have plenty of Lorelai/Rory moments!

Justine260- Do you think I should put Giselle in the story? Huh, maybe she'll make a cameo. Who knows? Oh wait, I do, lol!

Disclaimer: See previous chapter 'cause I really don't wanna go through this again.

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Logan was having a fabulous time. He and Rory had snuck a bottle of champagne upstairs, and now they were questioning each other freely about everything under the sun.

"Alright, my turn," Rory said in a tipsy manner, "where do you see yourself in ten years?" Logan could tell that although her demeanor seemed sparkling and bubbly, she was being rather serious.

"Well, I guess I see myself as the head of 'Huntzberger Media'. I will most likely be married to, what you so kindly referred to earlier as, 'a leggy blonde with an IQ of seven and an insane obsession with trust funds'." He stated indifferently. "Oh, and I'll have two lonely children who will grow up to despise me as I do them."

Rory looked at Logan; she really looked at him. She could see how thinking of his future brought him a great deal of pain. He was born and bred to take over the family business, and Rory was now aware of just how much pain her father had saved her.

"Logan, you know that it's okay to be saddened. It's okay to be mad at your father…" She started, but he cut her off.

"Oh trust me, I am mad." He grimaced.

"No, you didn't let me finish. It is okay to be mad at your father, but you cannot live just to spite him. Trust me; I have been doing a lot of that lately." She finished with a sigh.

"I thought you and your father had a good relationship?" He inquired. His parents were very good friends of the Haydens. He hadn't attended Straub's funeral, but he had known the man very well. He would constantly talk about how his son, Christopher, and his "insufferable" child were abnormally close. They had the perfect relationship, and Logan had been exceedingly envious.

Rory took a moment to reflect before she answered his question. She eventually decided to just give in.

"We do." She practically whispered. "I meant that I had been doing the same thing with my mother." At Logan's look of encouragement, she continued. "We don't have the best relationship. Hell, we don't have any relationship. It's just…I have always wondered if she would approve of me, you know? My dad always told me that she hated old money and high society, so I made an effort to join it."

"Yeah, but at least you have your dad, right?" He asked. He didn't want to push her, but he wanted her to know that he was there for her.He had heard of Lorelai Victoria Gilmore and her abandonment of Rory. Heknewthe rumors, but he also knewwhat a great personRory Hayden had become.It seemed like she needed someone who would listen to her, and he didn't blame her one bit.

"Yeah." She stated quietly. "You know, she called me yesterday."

Logan nodded his head signaling for her to continue, which she did.

"It's just…I haven't told anyone, but she said some stuff." Rory commented with an aggrieved expression. This was extremely difficult for her. No one in her family knew that she and her mother had talked since their first meeting, and she did not want them to know. It was better that they not know.

"She said…she said…that she didn't know that I did the cover of Maxim. She acted like it was some sort of sin. I mean, who is she to act like that? Of all people! She had a child at sixteen for God's sake!" Rory screamed getting worked up. Logan had expected this, so he tried to think of what would calm her.

"Hey, Rory?" He asked with a look of questioning. "What's your best memory?"

Rory looked up and saw that he was serious.

'If this is a trick to get me to relax, then he is smarter than I thought.' Rory said to herself with a laugh.

"I guess...it would have to be the birthday I spent at Disneyland." She said with a trace of sadness.

Logan noticed the look of loneliness and confusion that flashed in her eyes. It was obvious that there was more to the story than just taking a trip to the "Happiest Place on Earth."

"What happened?" Logan noticed that he seemed to be asking a lot of questions, and he was actually glad.

'This is probably the first time in a long time that I have genuinely cared about a girl as much as I care about her.' He thought to himself with a smile.

"Are you sure you want to hear more about me? I mean, honestly, what about your problems?" She inquired amused and surprised by the fact that he actually cared.

"Oh trust me; we will have plenty of time for my problems." He replied with a chuckle.

"Promise?" Rory questioned, and at Logan's nod, she continued on.

"Well, let's see. It was on my tenth birthday. I was petting one of the trolley horses, and all of a sudden, this girl, who was probably two years younger than me, asked me for my autograph. I gave it to her, but then all of her friends wanted one." She remembered with a sigh. "Pretty soon, the whole damn park knew that I was there. All of the girls started whispering and saying how I wasn't as pretty as I was in my pictures, and I started to cry. When the little girls' parents found out I was crying, they took my picture, and the next day, there it was…on the cover of every major newspaper and magazine. I was apparently a spoiled brat who refused to sign autographs." She paused for a few moments, and then continued. "That was when I decided to withdraw from school and start modeling full-time."

Logan was in shock for a few moments before he voiced his only thought.

"That was the happiest day of you life?" He asked with an abundance of awe.

"Yeah, but only because it showed me how much of an impact I could make." She revealed. "That was when I discovered that being normal was highly overrated. I knew I could really become someone who girls with big dreams could aspire to. It just made me want to work harder and become a legend." She finally declared with pride, all traces of sorrow gone from her voice and appearance.

"Now," she continued, "where are you going to school?" She queried.

"If you must know," Logan said, breaking out of his reverie, "I am going to be in my second year at Yale." He said with a haughty voice that seemed a little too authentic for Rory's tastes, but she played along nonetheless.

"Well it seems that we shall be spending quite a bit of time together then. I shall also be in attendance at the fine learning institution that is Yale University." She mocked with a voice that she had picked up from the Queen herself.

"Okay, that was just creepy!" Logan declared. "Although, I'm glad we are going to be able to spend some time together."

"Well that makes one of us!" Rory shouted with a laugh.

"Yeah right! You love me." He cried. "Anyhow, how would you like to come a "Let's Get Drunk of our Asses While We Still Can" party my roommates and I are having in a few days?" He asked with an actual smile.

"I'll come, but only on one condition." She stated resolutely.

"Alright, I'll bite. What is this condition?" He inquired curiously.

"From now on, you refer to me as your highness, the Honorable Queen Rory." She said in the same arrogant and haughty tone as before.

"Fine." He sighed. At Rory's look of annoyance, he gave in. "Fine, your highness."

"Goody, Woodward!" She exclaimed placing emphasis on the nickname. "Now, tell me about your family…"

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As the couple walked downstairs, Rory noticed that the majority of the guests had gone home. As she glanced at the grandfather clock by the entrance, she noticed why. It was nearly 11:00 P.M, and the party had started at around 6:00. She had been there for almost five hours, and time had flown by. She was getting ready to leave and was waiting for Logan to finish a chat with his father.

She noted that the remaining guests were openly gawking at her as she headed towards the door, and she was fighting to keep her composure. She remembered how one of the first lessons her Grandmother had taught her was not to stare. She couldn't help but giggle at how in awe they seemed.

"Hey Your Highness, let's get going." He said as he noticed all of the onlookers collectively gasp. Logan regretted saying such a thing in public. Turning to Rory and noticing the look of hilarity on her face, he spoke.

"You know that, by tomorrow, there will be a rumor that you are royalty, right?" Logan whispered in Rory's ear as he led her outside.

"Well, that is what I get for hanging out with a playboy such as yourself; every bad choice has consequences." She stated jokingly.

"Hey! I am not a playboy; I just get bored easily." He explained as a defense.

As Logan's words sunk in, Rory became quiet. Logan looked over at her and could tell she was pondering his words.

He had spoken with his father, and he was glad that the two were getting along. Logan had promised his dad that he would ask Rory to do the cover, but she would decide to do it by herself. He would not push her because he was actually starting to care about her. That is why he could not help but feel a twinge of regret at his words ashe saw how upset she seemed.

"We should get going." Rory said in a voice filled with false confidence. Logan looked at her briefly and nodded as he started the car. The air around them was filled with silence for the rest of their journey.

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As Logan led Rory to her door, he tried to come up with an explanation for his words. Rory bid him a goodnight, but before she had the chance to grab the door handle, he spun her around and attacked her lips with his.

Rory was shocked to say the least, but as soon as she realized what was happening she began to respond. Logan was more than thrilled as he snaked his arms around her, but his enjoyment did not last too long.

"You're here for one week and you already have a boy-toy! Damn Ror, you work fast." Expressed a male voice that Rory recognized immediately.

As soon as she turned around, she launched herself into the boy's arms.

"Tristan Dugrey, what the bloody hell are you doing here!" Rory screamed.

"I came to check on my little cousin, and it was a good thing too. It seems like you were being attacked by a Huntzberger." Tristan teased. "So," he said as he turned towards an agitatedlooking blonde, "I assume you are Logan?" Tristan questioned over protectively. However, before he had a chance to interrogate Logan, Rory jumped in.

"Hey, don't start! Besides, I believe that the nosy and overprotective thing is Dad's job." Rory stated as she poked Tristan in the stomach.

"Yeah, well your dad's kind of…otherwise occupied." He grinned as he dragged Rory into the house. Unfortunately, Rory had grasped Logan's arm, so all three of them made their way into the living room where they saw an astonishing sight.

"Dad! Let go of Rochelle's ass and tell me what the hell you are doing here!" Rory yelled.

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Okay, so, was that what you were expecting? It sort of seemed like a good place to start the next chapter. I wanted to explain the birthday thing some more, so there you go. Thank you all so much for reviewing and please keep doing it (I'll update faster, I swear)!