Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Gilmore Girls. I also do not own anything having to do with Shakespeare's Twelfth Night or the movie She's the Man.
Summary: AU Rogan Story. This is a modern version of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, very similar to the movie She's the Man. Rory and her twin brother agree that she will take his place at the all male boarding school, Illyria. Her assigned roommate is, of course, Logan. Let the fun begin!
Chapter 2
Roommates
Part One
Rory Gilmore stood at the base of the stone steps that led to the tall, looming building. Wow, Rory thought. So this is what Illyria looks like. Intimidating.
"Hey, Gilmore! Whatcha doin'?" a voice Rory recognized asked.
Rory whirled around to see Tristan Dugrey staring at her, smirking. "Tristan! Hey!" Rory shrieked as she launched herself into Tristan's arms. As Tristan set her back on the ground, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Uh, Mary?" Tristan said slowly, as if he were talking to someone that was mentally challenged.
"Yeah?" Rory said, giving him a puzzled look.
"Guys don't usually hug other guys like that OR kiss them on the cheek – unless you want people to think Christopher Gilmore is gay, that is…" his voice trailed off.
"Shit!" Rory said vehemently. "It's only been like two minutes, and I'm already fucking things up."
"Well, that's more like it. Keep talking like that – that's good. Guys tend to curse a lot, especially when they're in the presence of other guys and no chicks are around," Tristan said, laughter twinkling in his sky blue eyes.
"I always knew my sailor mouth would come in handy one day," Rory joked.
"Yeah, Emily would be so proud," Tristan said sarcastically.
"Well, I am my mother's daughter, after all. She taught me well." Rory chuckled.
"Okay. Seriously though, Mary. Do you remember the hand grab/guy hug/pat on the back thing Chris and I showed you?" he asked in a completely serious, let's get down to business, tone.
"Sure. Thanks to you two, I am an encyclopedia of stupid and immature, yet very useful given the current situation, male crap." She demonstrated on him to prove it.
"Good. Now, follow me. Let's go check out your room." Tristan motioned for her to follow him.
RLF
As Tristan and Rory approached Room 618, Rory took a deep breath to try to calm herself down. Noticing that she was looking very anxious and like she was going to turn around and run the other way, Tristan reached out to grab Rory's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"You can do this, Mary," he told her.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this, and I WILL do this, Rory thought to herself. She looked at Tristan and nodded. She took a long, deep breath, put her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. As she swung the door open, a group of guys playing poker at a green card table came into view.
The four guys were talking loudly. They were insulting each other, laughing, and making bets. They were being so loud and having such a good time that they didn't even notice the two 'boys' that walked in.
Rory stood silently as she took in the scene before her. The four guys were all good-looking, and they knew it. They had that cocky attitude and that 'I'm rich, blue-blooded, and better than you' aura that surrounded them. They were exactly the kind of guys that Rory hated.
"Oh, great," Rory muttered, not realizing that she had spoken out loud.
The room suddenly became quiet as all eyes turned to the two 'boys' standing in the doorway.
"Ahem," Tristan cleared his throat as he elbowed Rory in the side.
"Ow!" she yelped. She turned her head sharply to look at Tristan and glared at him.
Tristan raised his eyebrows at her and cocked his head to one side.
"Uh, I mean…" Rory stammered. "Hey, dudes! 'Sup?" Rory said in her best deep guy voice.
"Hey, mates," the tall, wavy brown-haired boy said in an Australian accent. "I'm Finn. Who are you?"
"I'm Tristan," Tristan said, pointing to himself. "And this is Chris," he continued, motioning towards Rory.
The blond boy with the most beautiful hazel eyes that Rory had ever seen pushed his chair back, stood up, and walked over to where Tristan and Rory were standing.
"As in, Christopher Gilmore?" he asked.
Rory just stared at him, mesmerized, unable to speak. Wow, he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I could just get lost in those eyes of his. Wait a minute! What am I doing? Focus, Gilmore. You are here on a mission. Did he just ask me a question? Oh great, what did he say? I was too busy admiring his spellbinding eyes, good looks, and muscular body…Ugh, there I go again. Oh, boy! This is NOT good.
Tristan elbowed Rory, bringing her out of her reverie.
"Um, what?" Rory asked.
"As in, Christopher Gilmore?" he repeated.
"Yep," she said, nodding slowly.
The blond boy extended his hand towards her and said, "Hey, I'm Logan, your roommate."
Rory stared at Logan wide-eyed and had to practically pick her jaw up off the floor. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, Rory thought frantically. This can't be! How in the hell am I going to be his roommate? I'm going to have to spend most of my time with him, take classes with him, study with him, sleep in the same room as him…Oh boy, this is definitely not good.
Rory mentally shook her head, trying to shake free all the thoughts about the mesmerizing Logan and the panic that she was feeling about being his roommate. She calmed down and said to herself, There. That's better. How bad can it be? Besides, it's only for about a month. Rory put her hand in his and shook it. Instantly, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot from her fingertips, up her arm, straight to her heart. Nope, she thought. This is not good. Not good at all.
While Tristan and Logan went around the room making introductions, Rory stood there quietly, wrapped up in her mind. Every once in a while, she would smile, laugh, nod, or answer a question, pretending to pay attention to the conversations going on around her. But she just couldn't seem to stop thinking about Logan, her new and oh so sexy roommate.
During the course of the conversation, it was revealed that Finn, the tall boy with the Australian accent, and the shorter boy with the brown hair and overly cocky attitude, who she found out later was named Colin, were roommates and would be residing next to her and Logan. Tristan found out that his roommate would be Robert, the tall, lanky, dark-haired boy with hardly any sense of humor. Tristan and Robert would be living next door to Finn and Colin.
Author's Note: So this is my very first fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy it. Please review. Let me know what you think. Thanks!