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Chapter 6: The perfect cup of coffee

The next couple of days went by fast for Rory. With school and the paper she didn't have much time to see her brother or her new friends, and the phone-conversations between her and her mom became shorter and shorter. She calmed herself down by promising that things would get easier, it was always hard to start at a new school, especially college. She hoped to God that was the truth.

Wednesday was the only day when she actually had some free time, and she knew exactly how she was spending it.

Quickly she knocked on the wooden door in front of her, waiting unpatiencely for the door to open. When it did, it revealed a clearly surprised Logan.

"Rory?" he said surprised.

"I need you to come with me," she said as she grabbed his hand, not waiting for his response.

"Am I free? Sure, I'm free. Do I want to go with you? Okay," he mocked as they walked quickly.

A few minutes later they stopped and Rory turned to Logan, a serious expression on her face. "I need you to listen and I need you to listen good, okay? This is extremely serious."

Logan nodded his head quickly. "I'm listening, so what's up Ace?"

Rory opened her mouth then closed it again and looked weirdly at Logan. "Ace?"

"Well, you are the ace reporter, aren't you?" he asked, grinning at the obvious confusion on Rory's face.

"I'm not even going to think about how in the hell you know that I even work at the paper," Rory said and shook her head.

"You know, Jason could have told me," he began slowly. "But it was Paris, actually."

"You know Paris? Paris freakin' Gellar?" Rory asked and raised an eyebrow. "How?"

"Well, it would be a little strange if I didn't, considering I'm on the paper too."

Her mouth dropped slightly, but she quickly gained control. "Okay, now you are really distracting me and we don't have time for that. Got it? Good," she said before he had a chance to answer.

"You know, you really are weird."

"Thanks, so are you listening? This is very important, very serious. It is like a matter of life and death. People could get hurt if you don't listen good."

Logan rolled his eyes before looking at her directly. "I am listening."

"Okay," she said and took a deep breath. "You have got to show me the best coffee-stand on campus."

He gave her a disbelieving look. "I'm sorry?" he asked laughing.

"Logan, I said you had to listen good!" she whined.

"I did, I just wanted to make sure I heard right," he said. "So that is what this is all about? You want me to show you the best coffee-stand on campus? That is all?"

"That is all?" Rory echoed. "Do not speak casual about coffee. I have basically been living without it for the past days, since I didn't have time to find a coffee-stand and my coffee-maker is too slow!"

"Don't speak about Johnny in that way!" Logan yelled mockingly.

"John," Rory corrected mumbling, then cleared her throat. "So you see, this is very important to me. And actually, you should be quite flattered that I came to you for help."

"Oh, I am. Very," he said in a serious voice.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Logan, please."

He sighed and nodded his head. To think anyone could be this addicted to coffee. "Okay, Ace, but only if you ask nice."

"I'm sorry, didn't I just say please?"

"Oh. Right. Well, then, come on," he said and he took her hand in his and let her to one of the coffee-stand.

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Half an hour and three coffee-stands later, Rory and Logan were still searching for the perfect coffee-stand. It just seemed like no one was even just half as good as Luke's and there was no way Rory would settle for anything less than that.

But as they walked by the other students, Rory noticed how some of the girls looked at her. Some glared at her with narrowed eyes, clear cruelty coming from them, while others almost looked sad as Rory and Logan, their mouths twisted in a pout. Rory couldn't help but be utterly confused.

"Um, Logan?" she said and looked up at him. "Have you noticed something strange?"

He frowned confused. "What do you mean?"

"Just… The girls… I mean, they are staring. Well, some are staring, while others look like they are trying to make me into stone," she joked.

Logan quickly looked around and suddenly understood. "Oh, don't think any of it," he dismissed.

"Well, that is kind of hard when you fear for your life. Just a little bit, I mean."

"It's nothing really," Logan assured her. "Just some stupid girls."

Rory nodded her head even though she knew that couldn't be all. "Right."

"Well, this is the next," Logan said as he tried to change the subject and pointed at the coffee-stand only a few feets away. "And personally this is one of favourites, I don't think much coffee, but this is the best. Jason comes here all the time too."

"Aha!" Rory said pleased as she walked just a little faster.

When they got there, there was a big line, something that told Rory that this place served some good coffee. Unfortunately she really didn't want to wait.

"This is going to take hours!" she whined and let out a frustrated noise, briefly resting her head on Logan's shoulder.

Logan shook his head smirking and began walking up to the front of the line. Not knowing what he had planned, but being very intrigued, Rory followed him.

"Listen dude, you need to-"

Logan cut the coffee-guy off by waving his hand. "Logan Huntzberger," he said with a smile and stuck out his hand.

The guy's eyes widened immediately as he hesitating took Logan's hand. "Of course. Everybody, step back!" he yelled to the others, who groaned but did as told. "What can I do for you Mr. Huntzberger?"

He looked back at Rory, who was standing there amazed. "A big black coffee?" he asked.

"Uhu."

"Two large black coffees," Logan said to the guy, who quickly made them and gave them to Logan. "Thanks man."

Quickly snatching one of the cups from Logan, Rory took a sip and moaned loudly, when she tasted the amazing coffee.

"Good?" Logan asked her, smirking.

"Good," Rory assured him and turned to the coffee-guy, a huge smile on her face. "Hello, new best friend. I'm Rory!"

Logan grinned at the look on the guy's face. Grapping Rory's arm, he gave the coffee-guy an apologetic smile. "Don't mind her; she forgot her pink pill this morning."

Rory glared at him with narrowed eyes. "Mean," she muttered as Logan paid the guy and then dragged her away.

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After Rory and Logan had found their perfect cup of coffee, they went back to Logan's dorm. Rory had never really seen the place and since it was both Logan and Colin's dorm, she was kind of interested.

Logan's room was not your usual guy-room. It was extremely clean, no clothes laying on the floor or old plates sitting on the table. It looked almost too clean after Rory's taste. Not really any personality, except the few picture frames that hung on the walls or stood on the table.

"Nice little place you got here Ritchie," Rory said as she turned to Logan. "So when does the maid clean up?"

"Mondays and Thursdays," Logan said dryly, making Rory laugh.

"So under those fancy clothes and that perfect air, you are just a completely normal teenage boy, who messes up," Rory said slowly and looked around the room. "You just have a maid to clean your mess up after you."

"I'm not sure if that was a compliment or an insult," Logan said as he laid down on the bed.

Rory shrugged. "You chose."

"Neither," Logan decided, causing Rory to laugh softly. He decided he really liked that sound.

"Who is that?" Rory asked as she picked up a silver picture frame.

It was of a pretty blonde-haired girl and a brown-haired boy. The girl was smiling big, while the boy was sticking out his tongue. Both of them had their hands rapped around each other. They looked so in love.

Logan stood up and took a look at the picture. "My mom and my dad when they were younger. I like to think of them this way, free and… happy."

"The infamous dad," Rory said and put down the frame. "Got one of those too. Want to talk about it?"

Logan shook his head. "There is nothing to talk about, really."

"Okay," Rory said quietly, looking at yet another frame, this of two young girls. "So let me guess, the girl to the left is your sister?"

"Yep."

"Blonde hair, brown eyes… She looks a lot like your mom, she looks nice," Rory said and looked quickly at Logan. "So who is the other girl?"

"Just someone."

Rory noticed how his mood had changed and felt a little bad. Changing the subject, she walked over to his CDs. "You listen to Val Emmich?" she asked as she picked up a CD and looked at the cover.

Logan looked up, a surprised expression on his face at first. "Yeah, you know about him?"

"Yeah, 'Careful' use to be one of my favourite songs," she answered.

"Really? See, personally I think 'Shock' is better."

"Yeah, if you are terrible depressed," Rory answered sarcastic and put down the CD. "He's a good singer, but nobody beats Snow Patrol."

"'Chasing Cars' has got to be one of the most beautiful songs," Logan said and nodded his head. "It's simple yet with so much emotion and feeling."

Rory sat down on his desk-chair. "I always listen to 'Run' when I'm depressed," she admitted.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Your favourite songs?"

"Nah. It's good but the greatest song ever has got to be 'Here Comes a Regular' by The Replacements," Rory said and smiled. "I remember everything about the day when I heard it for the first time."

"You weren't even born when the album came out," Logan said.

"That doesn't make the song even less great." Rory smiled. "A… friend of mine played it for me and I remember how touched I was. The lyrics are simple, but it's the way Paul Westerberg sings it that makes it so damn amazing."

"His voice cracks sometimes," Logan reminded her.

"You are looking for perfection, Logan. There isn't such a thing."

"You are pretty perfect," Logan said charmingly.

Rory shook her head, but couldn't help but smile. "Now, that was just cheesy."

"All right," he laughed. "So, what? You went out and bought the album as fast as you could?"

"No actually, I never bought it. I borrowed it from my friend and listened to it repeatedly until I transferred to Yale and had to give it back. I swear, it was like saying goodbye to your baby. I almost couldn't do it."

Logan smiled, he could picture Rory standing with the CD in her hand, refusing to give it back.

"So, I told you my favourite song, now tell me yours," Rory said.

"'Chasing Cars'," he told her simply. "It simply, makes you wish that-"

"-life sometimes was like that," Rory finished for him and nodded her head. "Yeah, just laid down and forget all your troubles. Unfortunately that is not how it works."

Logan gave her a somewhat sad smile. "You know, if you-"

He was cut off by the door to his room opening and a dark-haired guy came in.

"Doesn't anyone knock?" Rory said nonchalant to Logan.

"Not here," he whispered back and hit a sight. "Hi Greenwald, what are you doing here?"

"Well well well," he began and looked at Rory, his eyes scanning her body. "Isn't this cosy? Hanging out with Jase's little sister?"

Rory raised an eyebrow at him. "Rory," she corrected him. "And you are?"

"Robert," he said smirking and held out a hand. Rory hesitating took it. "So, falling for Huntzberger's charm too? I don't get what you all find so fascinating about him. Is it the hair? The eyes? No, I know. It's his father!"

"Cut the crap Robbie," Logan said dryly.

"It's all in good fun, Logie," he said smiling to him before turning to Rory again. "So tell me, was I right? It's his father, isn't it? Everybody wants to be rich, it's understandable."

"No, actually it's his ass. A nice one too," Rory deadpanned.

"Really?" Robert asked surprised while Logan tried his hardest not to laugh.

"Yeah, so if you would just leave, Logan and I could get on with jumping each other. You know, because it is not possible that we are just friend. I mean, hallo! A man and a woman being friends, talk about insanity," Rory said in a mockingly girly voice.

Robert looked confused for a moment, then turned to Logan and smirked. "Nice," he said and winked before opening the door and closing it behind him.

Both Logan and Rory stared at the door for a moment, unable to believe how stupid Robert was.

"Well, I guess Rosemary were right," Rory said and broke the silence.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Robert sure is an asshole."