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A/N: OKay..so I know this hasn't been updated in ages but I decided that it was time. I have a snow day so I actually have time to write! I hope that you enjoy it!

Chapter Eighteen: Secrets and Seaweed Wraps

The sun shone brightly into Rory's dorm room, casting a golden hue on the avant garde furniture. The weather was finally turning a bit wamer and the cranked up heaters were being given a much deserved break. With the exit of winter also came the exit of holiday specials, such as McDonald's Eggnog Milkshake and Starbuck's Peppermint Mocha Lattes. In honor of the latter Rory had purchased Peppermint Mocha CoffeeMate, anxiously waiting to try some in the coffee she had just purchased. She had her cellphone on speaker, waiting for her mother's voice.

"Hello?" Rory smiled.

"Mom, do you have it?"

"Uh huh, I have the CoffeeMate. How much do you think we should put in so we have the same taste?" Lorelai pondered.

"Pour for one second,"

"Mississipi second counting or just one second?"

"Mississipi counting,"

"Okie Dokie. Now, will you count or me?"

"I'll do it. Are you ready?"

"Uh huh, my entire life has prepared me for this moment. A Peppermint Mocha Coffeemate, I can't believe it. What will they think of next?"

"Okay, I'm ready," She popped the cap off and prepared to pour it, "One missisipi," She watched the milky cream pour into the coffee turning the deep brown to a smooth tan.

"Alright, let's drink this baby," Rory brought the cup to her lips, taking a generous gulp. As the hot liquid slid down her throat she nearly gagged.

"Mom-"

"What is this stuff?"

"Ugh, it tastes terrible,"

"It's like putting Mylanta in your coffee," Lorelai whined.

"Ew, this is so not good,"

"So so not good," Rory sighed, chucking the full bottle of creamer into her garbage.

"Well, this is definitely not going to make a comeback,"

"Definitely not,"

"How were Weston's special Holiday coffee?" Rory asked, imagining the taste of the sweet drink.

"Amazing, and they still won't give me a recipe or any extras,"

"They now you're loyal to Luke and only come for that,"

"It's not my fault that I'm a fair weather fan. Hell, during the World Series everyone was one,
"And during the Super Bowl,"

"Amen to that, but I only watched the show for all the food,"

"Yeah, the Super Bowl party I was at was full of food too. Mini tacos are a gift from above,"

"I agree,"

"Okay, well I need to go do some homework,"

"Yes, go drown your disappointemt over the coffeemate with some Tolstoy,"

"I'm actually reading Mark Twain now,"

"Even better,"

"Bye Mom, love you,"

"You too kid," Rory picked up her cup of coffee, pouring it down the sink. She shook her had sadly as the liquid slipped down the drain. She heard the door open and awaited the arrival of her hyperactive roommate.

"Rory," She turned with a smile, taking in the disheveled appearance of Paris. Her scarf was in shambles, half wrapped around her neck and half hanging. Her hair was nearly completely out of her ponytail holder, standing on end as if she had been eletrocuted.

"Uh, Paris are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just got in a fight with Doyle,"

"A...a fight? Like a real, Jackie Chan fight?"

"Uh huh, I won of course. Doyle is more of a woman than I am. I swear, he is such a wimp. I can't believe that I ever dated him,"

"So, you two broke up?"

"Oh yeah, we are so over. I mean, go stick a fork in it, stick a knife if you want to, it is done," Rory nodded, not knowing whether to comfort Paris or keep her distance.

"That's...good?"

"Very good, he was bringing me down. This was good. I let out a lot of my anger,"

"Clearly," Paris looked down at the garbage can, her eyes quickly darting back up to Rory's.

"Why is there a whole bottle of Coffeemate in the garbage?" She picked it up, checking the expiration date.

"Uh-"

"It's not expired. Why is it in the garbage?"

"It tasted like Mylanta except worse,"

"So?"

"Paris, it was terrible,"

"Didn't we pay for this?"

"Yeah, I payed three dollars for it,"

"Rory, that is three dollars that could have gone towards something else,"

"Paris, I'm a Gilmore. I don't need to save money and neither do you," Paris shook her head angrilly.

"I can't believe you,"

"It's one thing, calm down,"

"No, I will not calm down! Children in Somalia are starving and you just throw this away," She manically waved the coffee creamer in Rory's face.

"Paris, what is wrong with you?"

"You can't just throw things out when you're tired of them. It's not right!" Rory could see tears streaming down her friend's face and finally understood what everything was about.

"Paris-"

"It's not right," She said quietly, gripping the bottle tightly. Rory moved tentatively towards Paris, guaging her reaction. Finally she put her arms around her, Paris dissolving into tears.

"I'm so sorry Paris,"

"It's not right,"

"You're right; it's not right," Paris pulled away, wiping her eyes.

"Look at me. I'm a freaking blubbering idiot," Rory smiled.

"It's okay,"

"No it's not,"

"Paris, you have a right to cry, to be upset. Doyle-"

"Ass hole," She smiled sadly.

"Okay, Doyle, the ass hole, did something terrible. You don't always have to be strong,"

"It's not worth crying over. He's an ass, a stupid and short ass," There was a knock on the door and Rory got up to answer it. She found Callie at the door, who looked worriedly at Paris.

"Is she okay? I saw the fight over by Bremen Hall,"

"She's getting there,"

"Can I come in?" Rory nodded, both of them walking over to Paris. The petite blonde looked at the new visitor, not smiling.

"Why are you here?" Callie smiled.

"I see that your experience hasn't softened you,"

"Not a chance in hell," She hugged Paris, rubbing her back gently.

"It'll get better. I have a feeling your attitude won't but the jabbing pain in your chest will," Paris nodded, wiping at her eyes again.

"I know, I'm PreMed after all. This is all just in my head. The pain, the nausia, all of this is psychological. I just need to tell myself to get over it and it will all be done,"

"Paris, don't overanalyze this," Callie warned, "It's a break-up. You need to let yourself wallow," Rory nodded in agreement.

"It's true Paris. When I broke up with Dean adn didn't let myself wallow it was disastrous," Paris chuckled.

"You were a wreck. Wait, I take that back, you were always a wreck," Rory rolled her eyes, pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee.

"I know exactly what will make you feel better," Callie said brightly.

"If it includes male strippers the answer is no. We've had enough problems with hired services lately," Paris droned, causing Rory to nearly choke on her coffee.

"Nope, no chippendales here. We are going to go to the spa," Paris laughed, shaking her head.

"What are we, in Legally Blonde? I am not going to a spa,"

"Come on, I promise it will work. It is relaxing, the whole place smells delicious, and there are hot guys rubbing your body. What's not to love?" Rory smiled.

"Callie, Paris is not really the 'go and get a mani-pedi' type of girl,"

"Every girl is that type. We just need to unearth Paris's girly side. Believe me, if we dig deep enough it'll be there,"

"Okay, there is no digging here," Paris announced, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Paris, just come. If after an hour you still feel like strangling someone I promise we will leave," Paris sighed, pulling the hair tie out of her tangled hair. She made a messy bun, clearly diving into full wallow mode.

"One hour," Callie smiled.

"Believe me Paris, you will not regret this decision. Come on Rory, we are off to get pampered,"

The three girls walked into the Easy Breezy Spa, the highest rated spa in Conneticut. Of course with this high rating came a high price, but Callie had already demanded that she payed for it all. She claimed it was her idea so she was taking full responsibility.

"This place does smell good," Rory commented as her and Callie walked to the massaging room. Paris had decided to forgo a massage and instead go and relax in the steam room.

"I know,"

"And these robes, amazingly soft," Callie laughed.

"You've never been to a spa before, have you?" Rory grinned sheepishly.

"Is it that obvious?"

"A blinking red light," Callie smiled, "Don't worry. You will absolutely love it," They walked into the room, two built men telling them to lay face down on their respective chairs. Rory clutched her towel to her body tightly, trying to keep everything properly covered as she layed down. She stole a look at Callie and saw that she was not as careful, nearly shunning the entire towel. She quickly looked away, praying the image she had just witnessed would be forever out of her mind. She jumped when the masseuse began to work on her shoulders, his touch cold against her skin.

"Relax,"

"Um, could you just stick with what is not covered,"

"Are you asking me to not feel you up?" She could hear the smile in his voice and began to feel more at ease.

"Yes," He chuckled.

"Sure, I'll keep it to what is not covered," Once she relaxed the massage was amazing, bringing her to a place that she truly believed would never be visited again. She felt such bliss and calm that she really believed she could handle anything.

"Callie, Paris should have gone with this. It is pure heaven," Rory commented.

"I know, but I'm just taking whatever I can get. I'm surprised we even got her here,"

"The steam room should give her some good,"

"Yeah, maybe she'll sweat out some of her anger,"

"Alright miss, your session is over," Rory sat up, holding up her towel lazilly.

"Already?"

"What? Do you want me to work on what's under the towel?" He asked with a smile. Rory shook her head, grinning.

"Nah, I'll leave that to my boyfriend,"

"Lucky man," She blushed, walking out with Callie.

"That guy seemed to like you," Callie noted with a small smile.

"Really? I didn't notice," She laughed.

"You are too good of a girlfriend. Logan really doesn't deserve you,"

"Where to next?"

"We are getting a seaweed wrap," Rory scrunched her nose.

"Is that good? I always thought they said seaweed was really salty," Callie smiled.

"Not to eat Rory. We're going to be wrapped in seaweed," Rory looked at Callie, her eyes wide.

"Are you serious?"

"Uh huh, it is very moisturizing,"

"It's really salty though and doesn't salt absorb water?" Callie smiled.

"You are too smart for your own good. They put moisurizer on the seaweed. It works, I promise you,"

Twenty minutes later all three girls were on reclining chairs, wrapped in seaweed. While Callie was relaxed, eyes closed, the other two girls were not too keen on the greenery currently wrapped around their bodies.

"Paris, I feel slimy,"

"Me too, and I have an itch on my leg. Not scratching it is pure torture,"

"How was the steam room?"

"Steamy, hot, humid, I sweated bullets. It was very gross but oddly relaxing,"

"So are you happier?"

"I will be five 80's movies from now," Rory smiled.

"I see that you have already planned your wallowing,"

"I also planned for you to provide the food. I figured no one knows junk food better than you,"

"I am an expert,"

"How much longer do you think we'll need to be in this probably bacteria ridden wrapping?"

"I think another twenty minutes," Paris groaned.

"I hate spas,"

Rory walked with Paris back to their dorm, both of them indeed thoroughly moisturized. Paris was a bit happier and Rory was feeling extremely relaxed from her activities.

"My skin is so smooth," Rory giddily replied, rubbing her hand on her arm, "I can't stop touching myself,"

"Ew, way to be a perv Gilmore,"

"Paris, get your head out of the gutter. Feel my arm,"

"I am not feeling your arm," They rounded the corner and saw Logan waiting outside of their room.

"Why is Huntzberger loitering outside of our room,"

"Logan, what are you doing here?" She asked, smiling. The minute she saw his face though her smile dropped. Something was wrong.

"Ace, something happened,"

"What's wrong?"

"It's Stephanie, I need you to come with me,"

"Logan, what's wrong. What happened,"

"She needs to see you,"

"Should we call Colin? Does he know?"

"No, we can't call him. Not...not yet," Rory nodded, turning to Paris.

"Paris, I'm going to go with Logan. Um, I'll see you later,"

"Okay, bye Gilmore,"

"Bye," She turned back to Logan, once Paris was safely inside.

"Alright, now will you tell me what's going on?"

A/N: Hello! I hope that you liked this chapter. That ending was kind of jumbled...I know...but I know where it's going and I just needed a proper lead up-which kind of happened. Please review. Especially after such a long break on this story I need to know if people are still reading. IF I DO NOT GET A LOT OF RESPONSE I WILL END THIS STORY. I don't want to be mean, but if no one is reading it then there is really no point of my writing it. Alrighty...hopefully you will have a new chapter soon!