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!
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Chapter 5
The Paper and a Movie
As Rory came back into the room, she almost bumped right into Logan as he was walking out the room.
"Oh, sorry," mumbled Rory.
"No problem, man," Logan said as he patted Rory on the back.
If he keeps touching me, I'll never be able to make it through this charade, Rory's mind screamed.
Rory tried to get out of Logan's way and Logan tried to get out of Rory's way. Instead, they kept stepping to the same side as each other, almost like they were dancing. Well, awkwardly dancing, anyhow.
Logan laughed. "Okay. This is the plan. You go right and I'll go to the left."
"Sounds good," Rory chuckled.
Rory stepped to the right and Logan stepped to the left as they finally maneuvered around each other and got out of each other's way.
"Well, I gotta go. I have a meeting at the newspaper. I've been avoiding Doyle since I got here. He's my very unlikeable editor."
"Oh. Well, hey, I'm on the paper, too. We can walk over there together. I need to go meet that great editor I keep hearing about," Rory joked.
RLF
"So, what's your last name?" Rory asked.
"Huntzberger," Logan said with trepidation.
"The Huntzbergers? Like, Mitchum Huntzberger, newspaper mogul? He's your father?" Rory asked excitedly.
"Yep. That's me. He's my daddy. I am that lucky," Logan said dryly.
"Issues?" Rory asked.
"Lots," was Logan's quick and evasive response.
After a few moments of silence, Logan said, "Gilmore, huh?"
"Yep," Rory said proudly.
"I know your grandparents, Richard and Emily. Nice people, great parties, and they have delicious food at those parties." Logan smirked. "I've seen your sister at some of those parties. She seems pretty cool, from far away I mean. Your grandparents rave about how smart she is. And I have eyes to know that she's beautiful."
Rory blushed and looked away. She cleared her throat. "Um, yeah, she's cool," Rory said in her practiced boy voice.
"I would really like to meet her," Logan said.
They reached the newspaper room before Rory could respond.
RLF
As the next hour went by, Doyle, a short Napoleonesque type of man, droned on and on about newspaper stuff. Rory giggled to herself when she thought about just how anal Doyle seemed. He's almost as bad as Paris! Rory thought. She glanced over at Logan, who had a bored look on his face. At that instant, Logan looked at her. Deep, hazel eyes met crystal-clear, blue eyes as their eyes locked. Logan smirked at her.
Don't fall in love. Don't fall in love, Rory silently told herself.
Why can't I stop looking at his eyes? Logan asked himself.
After the meeting, Logan and Rory walked back to their dorm, talking the whole way. They found out that they had a lot in common. They both loved to read and listen to music. By the time they reached the dorm, they knew a lot about each other, including each other's favorite books, songs, and political views.
As they walked into Room 618, Logan said, "So, that's pretty cool that you're on the paper, too. Maybe we can write an article together sometime."
"Sure," Rory said hesitantly.
"What's wrong, Ace? Nervous about working with a Huntzberger?" Logan said with his trademark smirk, a smirk Rory was getting to know really well.
"Ace?" asked Rory curiously.
"Yeah, Ace. You're an ace reporter, aren't you? So therefore, Ace." Logan grinned.
Rory returned his smile. "Well, it's still early, do you want to watch a movie and eat loads of junk food? My mom and I do it all the time – we call it Movie Night."
"Sure, Ace. Sounds like fun."
RLF
About two hours and two bellies full of junk food later, Rory plopped herself up on her elbow and turned to face Logan, who was laying down on the other black leather sofa.
Logan propped himself up against the armrest using two pillows. They started talking about the movie.
"It was not that bad," Logan said.
"Yes, it was. The whole X-Men team dynamic is over. Nothing will ever be the same," Rory said passionately.
"But the action and special effects were awesome!" Logan exclaimed.
"Okay, I agree with that, but…Jean Grey/Phoenix dead, Rogue no longer a mutant, Xavier dead, and where the hell is Gambit?"
"Well, X-Men 3 definitely didn't stay true to the comics and cartoons," Logan agreed. "But I still liked it."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. The action and special effects were awesome!" Rory imitated Logan's comments a few minutes earlier.
"Ha, you're funny, Ace. I'm going to bed. First class is at eight," Logan said as he went to his bed and started to undress.
"Okay. 'Night," Rory said sleepily as she walked over to her bed and sat down on it.
Logan began to undress, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers on. Rory blushed.
"Like what you see, Gilmore?" Logan said with a smirk on his face.
"I, um, ah…" Rory stammered.
"I was just teasing, Ace. Relax. Get ready for bed."
Rory jumped in bed fully-clothed and turned around to face the other way so that she wouldn't have to watch Logan as they fell asleep.
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