There are no words to express how sorry I am! I feel awful, but the last few days have been super hectic! School is starting back up in two days, and I have yet to do my summer reading (oops)! My schedule is completely screwed up, and I had to go to both orientation days and hand out fliers for one of my clubs! So, you all have a very important decision to make!
Do you want me to update every four or five days with shorter chapters, or would you like me to continue writing longer chapters and update once every week or two?
I tried making the decision myself, and frankly, I prefer the second one. However, it all really depends on you guys. Also, sorry if this chapter is a little weird. I have a whole load of things on my mind. Thanks so much for the over 200 reviews! Y'all rock!
SydneyMorgan- I'm ashamed that you think I'd make them do something dirty! (Me sighing dramatically) I'll have you know I have morals! JK, you'll just have to read and see!
Gilmore-Supernatural-Fan13- I love your idea, and I'll definitely use it! Thanks!
Treenuh- Oooh, dirty! I can get behind the scantily clad, but the water drenched is a little too much for me…
ilovegilmoregirls913- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU TOO! We should split an imaginary birthday cake at like 11:59 on your birthday!
Disclaimer: Even after the enormous amount of time it took me to update, I still own nothing on Gilmore Girls!
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Rory sat silently waiting for Logan to arrive. She laughed at how she had practically begged him to come over.
'I must have sounded really pathetic,' she thought to herself.
She looked around for something to keep her busy, and she soon found it. She scampered across the room and turned on the light of her desk. Picking up a fashion magazine, she began to read. The issue had been brought to her attention by Rochelle during dinner.
Inside there was a timeline of her expansive career. It showed ads she had done and pictures of old commercials. In the center was a photo of her walking through the streets of Hartford her first day there. To the left was a picture of her at the age of five in a Barbie commercial, and just above that was a picture of her at fifteen in a 'nothing comes between me and my Calvins' commercial. There were various photos of her with her father backstage and her and Tristan at a Vera Wang show.
Rory became so lost in her memories that she jumped when she saw a figure standing on her balcony. She stood quickly and opened the door. Logan stood there in a black leather jacket and loose fitting jeans. Rory smiled and invited him in but frowned when she saw Logan's worried face.
"What's going on Rory?" He asked bemused. "I mean, not that I mind my beautiful girlfriend inviting me into her room in the middle of the night but still…." He trailed off.
Rory sighed and sat on her bed inviting Logan to sit. He did so cautiously, and Rory began to speak.
"Honestly, I wish I knew why I called you. I mean…I just couldn't sleep, and all I kept thinking about was how much I wanted you here," Rory admitted quietly.
Logan smiled a bit and then laughed. "Well, now that I'm here. I guess you should just have your way with me."
Rory smirked and began to advance towards Logan with a predatorial look upon her face. She pushed him upon the bed quickly and straddled him. She left a trail of kisses down his neck before placing her mouth breathtakingly close to his ear.
"This is the closest thing to sex you will be getting from me for awhile, so I hope you've enjoyed it."
Rory giggled at Logan's crestfallen look as she got off of him and moved into his arms. She easily drifted off to sleep in Logan's embrace, and he simply watched her. He gently moved a loose curl from Rory's face as she cuddled closer to him. Logan grinned in absolute bliss and waited for the morning to come.
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Tristan Dugrey made his way up a long staircase carrying six cups of coffee. He knew that waking Rory up (especially at 3:00 A.M) without coffee in hand was a signed death warrant, so he tried to balance the two cup holders as he opened her door. After six or seven minutes, he finally managed to open it and kicked it in the rest of the way. He walked in and stood shocked at the sight before him.
His innocent, angelic, baby cousin was in bed with a boy. Before he knew it, Tristan had placed the cups on the bedside table and was looming over the male holding Rory. He automatically opened the lid to one of the coffee cups and dumped the drink below the guys pant line. He was greeted with a holler from Logan, and he cracked up as Rory awoke.
"What the fuck?" Logan practically screeched as Rory sat up in shock. She noticed Tristan right away and glared at him angrily.
"What did you do?" She questioned in an unwavering voice.
Tristan looked guiltily at Logan and then at the bed, and Rory felt the sheets. They were boiling hot and smelled strangely like fresh brew.
Logan sat cursing like there was no tomorrow as Rory blew up.
"You stupid son a bitch! Why the bloody hell did you do that?" She questioned as she ran to her bathroom and grabbed some towels.
Tristan's grin turned into an angry scowl. "Oh, I'm sorry! The fact that my seventeen year old baby cousin is sleeping with a guy kinda gets me angry!"
Rory screamed in frustration as she made her way towards Tristan. She looked him directly in the eyes and spoke. "Listen up Tris because I'm only saying this once. You are not my father! Hell you're not even my brother! You are my bloody cousin and you have no right to interfere in my personal life!"
Tristan's features displayed sadness for a brief moment. He had always considered himself Rory's brother. Even though they fought sometimes, he always felt that Rory loved him like a sibling and not just a distant relative. He was apparently wrong, and bitterness soon overtook him.
"You know what…fine! I promise I won't be in your personal life. Hell, I'll stay out of your life completely!" He slammed the door closed and left behind a dumbfounded blonde and a worn brunette.
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Rory's day seemed to be passing by extremely slowly. She and Logan had spoken only a few words since Tristan came barging in, and now they had a photo shoot to do together.
Rory was in make-up with her new artists, Mike and Kelsey. They were both rather slim males who Rory had actually taken a liking to. They were discussing Paris Hilton's celibacy promise when a set producer informed them of the time.
"Oh honey, you look fab! The only thing we have to do now is get rid of those sad puppy dog eyes," Mike stated with a frown.
Rory sighed and rested her head on Kelsey's shoulder as she stood; they could both already read her so well.
"My cousin and I had a fight," she stated sadly.
Kelsey looked puzzled before speaking. "Oh honey, my cousin and I fight all the time! She steals my make-up, and I steal her boyfriends. It's pretty common."
"Was it over a boy?" Mike questioned playing with his rainbow colored hair.
Rory laughed before speaking. "Oh no…well, technically, but my cousin is actually a guy."
"Oooh, he's not that hot little boy toy you brought with you is he? I mean, if he's looking for a fling-" Kelsey started but was cut off by Mike.
"Excuse you? I believe I called the blonde." He said with a menacing glare.
Kelsey looked shocked for a moment before speaking. "No you didn't! Remember, I called dibs when we saw him walking up!"
Rory watched in amusement as the boys fought. They were hilarious friends, and Rory knew that she had found her fashion soul mates.
"Little darlings, I hate to interrupt. Nevertheless, I believe that we have to be out of here in 3 minutes, and I haven't even finished telling you my problem." She complained while dramatically falling back onto her trailer's couch.
The boys stopped bickering and turned to show her that they were listening.
"Go ahead Doll." Mike told her.
"Yeah, we're all ears. Well actually, I'm all ears; he's all hair." Kelsey added with a smug look that earned him a smack and shush from Mike.
Rory giggled before telling her story. She explained how she was starting to depend on Logan greatly and how he had agreed to do the shoot. She also explained how she and Tristan had their first fight in months. When she was finished, the boys tried to console her.
"Oh angel, don't worry! From what I hear, Tristan is just as miserable as you are. I give him a day before he shows up at your door with coffee and a huge apology. Hell, you sound like brother and sister," Kelsey said sweetly. Rory just looked dejected before Mike decided to speak.
"Ror, this isn't your fault. Sure you said some things you didn't mean, but he had no right to do that to Logan. I'm sure you'll be fine," he reassured her.
She groaned when she heard a knock at the door.
"Ms. Hayden, pardon me, but we really must get the shoot started," said a woman Rory assumed was the crew manager. She rolled her eyes at the model and her friends before closing the door. As she walked out of the trailer, the boys began to mimic her.
"We really must get the shoot started," Mike imitated, "I've got such a huge stick up my ass that people are starting to call me the human flagpole."
Rory snorted before heading to the set. It was inside of a rented studio, and as Rory walked in, she was rather surprised. The backdrop was a bedroom. The bed was decorated with crimson satin sheets, and white rose petals littered the entirety of the set. Logan stood in dark denim trousers with no shirt, and Rory was wearing a plain black slip. She had no idea what the hell the theme was for this shoot, but she was most intrigued.
Logan turned around and had the breath knocked out of him. Rory stood there in a slip with her brown hair in tight curls. She had on red lipstick that matched the sheets and just a bit of mascara. She walked over to him with a smirk.
"Woodward, have you perhaps heard what the theme for this shoot is?" Rory inquired. She had never done a couple's shoot involving a bed; her dad and Rochelle would have had heart attacks.
"Umm…I think my dad said something about 'sexy seduction'?" Logan asked more than told. He still shuttered when he thought of his dad's words; there was no way he ever wanted to hear the word 'sexy' come out of Mitchum Huntzberger's mouth.
Rory nodded when she finally understood. Logan's dad wanted to add a risky edge to the typical magazine cover; he was a lot smarter than Rory had thought.
When she finally understood, Rory dragged Logan onto the bed.
"We're ready!" She announced in an annoyed tone. Logan looked at her strangely as she began to work around him. She wrapped her leg around his and brought his eyes to hers. It was then that Logan noticed bright flashes going off.
"Excellent! Magnificent! Now I understand why you are considered the best!" Shouted a man as he took frame after frame of Rory and Logan.
Rory kept changing small details about her position, and all Logan could do was watch. She finally noticed his stiff position and stifled a laugh. "Relax. Just glance at the camera, but make sure to hold onto me, okay?" She questioned as the flashes continued.
Logan nodded his head and did as told.
There ended up being a few awkward moments in the midst of the shoot (especially when Rory was told to do something like lay on top of Logan or kiss him). She, however, didn't seem to notice. Logan was the one who felt self conscious and uneasy the entire time. The feeling didn't go away when he and Rory had to speak with his father, but luckily, it turned out to be just a short discussion about the profits of the magazine and so on.
Rory and Logan ended up going to her house to rest up for the party, but Logan still felt a little odd.
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Meanwhile, Tristan had been just as saddened as Rory, but he hid it well (or so he thought). He had met Paris on the plane, but they had stayed silent pretty much the entire time. Finally, when they were about 15 minutes from landing, Paris spoke.
"Okay, first you somehow trap me into going to New York with you. Then you twist my arm until I agree to take this stupid jet. Now, you're ignoring me? What the hell is the matter with you?" She questioned angrily.
"I'm sorry if I don't feel like fucking talking!" Tristan yelled aggravated.
Paris could see that something was bothering him. He had been fidgeting with his watch most of the time, and at one point, she thought he was going to throw it.
"Tristan...what's the matter? I know I don't seem like the listening type, but I can be pretty good at it," Paris tried a different approach.
Tristan looked over and noticed the worried look in her eyes; he sighed before speaking.
"You know, she gave me this watch," Tristan tried to explain, but when he saw Paris wince at the word she, he rushed to amend his statement.
"I meant that Rory gave me this watch." Paris visibly relaxed, and Tristan continued sadly. "She said that it was a gesture from the whole family. I was her brother now, and she wasn't going to let me forget it. Looks like I'm not the one who forgot."
A feeling of great sorrow hit Tristan hard, but he tried to hold onto his resolve. He wouldn't be upset over this; it was ridiculous anyway. He didn't need a family. Paris, however, could tell what he was thinking and moved to sit next to him. She stood carefully and gently placed her hand on his. He looked up and noted the anguish her eyes held.
"Hey, trust me, you are her brother. Logan is always telling Stephanie how he thinks you guys are twins; you can read each other like that," she assured him. "Besides, you're really lucky you know. I would give anything to have the relationship you have with Rory with Steph, and she's supposed to be my sister."
"Stepsister," Tristan revised.
"Yeah, stepsister," Paris replied as she looked down.
Tristan lifted her chin so that she was looking at him.
"You know, I'm glad you came along on this trip," he whispered.
"Anything to prove you wrong," she said with a small smile as he kissed her gently.
"You wish Gellar; you wish."
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Logan was enjoying himself despite a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The LDB had gone all out for this party. The entire Ritz- Carlton had been shut down, and the only people allowed inside were LDB members and their guests. The ballroom they were in had a high ceiling with a dazzling crystal chandelier. The room was lighted by gemstone lamps from Versailles, and long-stemmed red roses adorned the marble tables along with white and gold table clothes.
Robert, Colin, Logan, Finn, and Seth were conversing about the use of woolen sweaters when Logan saw Rory wave him over. When he saw her outfit for the first time, he had forgotten how to properly breathe. The white dress she had gotten with Stephanie was incredible, and had made the girls of the LDB even more jealous (if that was possible). Everyone sat staring as Logan made his way towards the supermodel who had been arguing with several girls about the new Fall lines.
"Logan, don't you think that Louis Vuitton is overrated?" Rory asked as she kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"Hey, no fair! You're using your wiles on him!" Stephanie shouted more than spoke seeing as how she was highly intoxicated.
"It's not my fault that the most fashionable man in the room just happens to belong to me," Rory replied innocently.
"I'm sorry your highness, did you just suggest that you own me?" Logan inquired with a grin.
"Why yes, Woodward, I believe I did. Why? You don't wanna belong to me?" Rory questioned using her 'puppy dog eyes' as Mike had called them.
"Oh, that's just not fair! Who can resist those eyes?" Logan asked as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
"No one, that's why I used them," Rory explained. The group laughed, and Rory leaned into Logan's embrace.
"Alright, that's enough of this cuteness. I'm gonna go find Finn," Declare Rosemary who had taken Rory's side in the Vuitton vs. Burberry debate.
"See ya," said the group simultaneously. A few of the girls left with her, but most had stayed to witness Rory and Logan interact further. They were acting like little kids at a zoo.
"So, Stephanie where's that psychotic stepsister of yours?" Asked Kimberley, a tanned brunette who was still glaring at Rory.
"She's not that bad," Stephanie stated. "She's actually with Rory's cousin Tristan in New York. I still can't believe he got her to miss school shopping? She's usually the first one in line at the stationary store," she continued.
Rory frowned at the mention of Tristan, but it seemed to go unnoticed by everyone except for Stephanie and Logan.
"Tristan, as in Tristan DuGrey! The freak is in New York with Tristan DuGrey!" Kimberley screeched. The entire ballroom was now very well aware of what was going on, and most were listening with interest.
"Hey, don't call my stepsister a freak you slut!" Stephanie yelled back angrily. No one insulted her family and got away with it.
"Oh please! I'm the slut? Who's the one who slept with Colin just because they couldn't get to Logan?" The girls in the room were now starting to take sides, and several of them began to murmur in agreement.
"Oh honey please! I love Colin! Which is more than I'm sure you can say for that plumber you're with!" Stephanie joked pointing towards the girl's date. "You're just mad because Logan's dating a real supermodel, not just some trailer park playboy bunny!"
With that, half of the room exploded into laughter. Rory made her way outside for some fresh air. She was already tired enough without having to deal with these people. Logan followed her into the parking lot where she sat silently.
"Rory, I'm sorry. I know what Kimberley said upset you-" he tried, but he stopped as he saw tears streaking down Rory's cheeks.
"It's not that Logan. It's all of this! I can't deal with all of this pressure; I thought that by coming here things would get better!" She wept. Everything was crumbling before her eyes. She and Tristan were mad at each other, she still had no relationship with her mother, and her dad was talking about going back home already.
Logan picked her up, much to her protest, and led her to the car. He quickly went back and told his friends he had to leave before running back to the parking lot.
Rory began to fall asleep as soon as Logan layed her down in the backseat. She whispered a quick goodnight, and Logan kept one eye on her with the other on the road. This girl was everything he could ever want, and it killed him to see her in pain. He wanted to protect her, and he only knew one way. He grabbed her cell phone and scrolled through the phone book until he found what he was looking for. He pressed call and waited for a voice.
"Hello?" said a groggy male voice.
"Tristan? This is Logan. We need to talk."
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Okay, so I tried to incorporate some drama, what do ya think? I had to mention the Paris Hilton thing, my apologies! I did introduce some new characters, and you'll hear from them some more. I actually got the idea from Duke and Gabe on the show 'The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency'. Oh, and Logan's little nagging feeling has nothing to do with Tristan! I'll explain later!
Please tell me your opinion on the whole updating situation! Love ya to pieces, and remember to read and review! It's what keeps me writing!
