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Chapter 18: The four longest days

It was Wednesday. Four day since Rory and Logan had talked. Four long days.

They hadn't seen each other since that night and wasn't planning on meeting up any time soon, either. Actually, they were avoiding each other like the plague. They never went to any places, where they knew the other person used to go, for example the pub or their favourite coffee cart. Every time their friends asked if they wanted to do something the whole group together, both would come with some lame-ass excuse, just because they were afraid the other person would be there.

The group all had different reactions to this.

Finn and Steph, possible the two most emotional in the group, was really staring to get upset and frustrated about this. Neither could understand this sudden change, and was beginning to miss their friends.

Colin, who now knew this secret, thought Logan was being a jackass and a wuss. He had been questioning Logan every minute of the day, but Logan hadn't told him anything.

Finally there was Jason, who was totally oblivious. It seemed like he had lots on his mind himself.

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"Come on mate, I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes."

Logan rolled his eyes, before looking back at his friend. "How so?"

"They are like.. bigger and wider and filled with excitement?" Finn tried in a questioning voice. Logan just raised his eyebrow. "Oh come on! It's been a while since we have partied like that."

Jason nodded his head eagerly. "It is suppose to be the greatest and biggest party of the year."

"So they say about every party," Colin said in a bored voice.

He was trying not be involved while Finn and Jason tried to get Logan to come to a party. They had been going like that for the past 15 minutes, and Logan still hadn't cracked yet. It seemed like he really didn't want to go – Something that to everybody else was strange, but so obvious to Colin. He knew just the reason why.

"It's not even here at Yale," Logan said, as if that explained everything. Both Jason and Finn gave him a weird look, and Colin just shook his head at his lame apology.

"So what? You haven't gotten a driver license?" Jason said sarcastically, as he rolled his eyes. "What is up with you anyways? In all the time that I've known you, we never have had to talk you into going to a party. You were just there!"

Finn nodded his head agreeing. "What's up, Huntz. Got something on your mind?" he asked wondering, as he looked at his friend closely.

Logan's eyes unconsciously met with Colin as he shook his head. "No."

"That sounds very convincing," Jason said, once again sarcastically.

"I just don't want to go. And I have stuff to do."

"If you are going to lie to us, then at least come up with something better than that," Jason said, his voice started to get a bit angry. "Just tell us then why you really don't want to go! God, you are almost as irritating as Rory can be."

At the name, he tensed immediately. His face became blank and without emotions. Only Colin could see the hurt, that hit in his eyes.

"Just back off guys and let him be," Colin said, noticing the way his friend look. "If he don't want to go, he don't want to go."

Logan sent him a small thankful smile, something that didn't go unnoticed by Jason or Finn.

"You know something we don't?" Jason asked as he looked from Logan to Colin.

"Yes, Logan and I have a big mean secret." Colin's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, that would explain why both of you are acting like a couple of heartbroken fools," Finn said, his voice mixed with amusement and seriousness.

Immediately Colin's eyes narrowed. "Let go, Finn," he said as calmly as he could.

Finn held his hands up. "Fine, but I really hope that the two of you get back to your usual self. This is getting bloody frustrating!" he said as he sighed dramatically.

"You'll be no better when you and Rose finally get together," Jason told him as he stood up form the couch.

A smile appeared on Finn's tanned face. "Really?" he asked, following Jason as he walked out of the room. "You think Rose and I will actually get together? She said something to you?"

They heard a muffled reply from Jason, before Finn slammed the door shut.

Now, with only the two of them in the room, Colin turned to Logan and looked straight at him. "You are incredible stupid."

"That's nice, thanks man," Logan said sarcastically.

"I'm starting to get pissed of by watching your back. Jason is going to find out with the way you are acting," he told him, and Logan knew he was right. "What the hell were you thinking, sleeping with Jason's sister?"

He paused before shrugging. "I wasn't," he finally answered.

"Jason is going to kill you, he's going to beat the shit out of you if he ever finds out that your are banging his little sister."

He opened his mouth to correct him, to tell him that banging was exactly the right word, but something made him stop. Maybe it had been just the right word? Maybe that was all it ever was.

"I'm not," he said instead. "Anymore," he added as he looked down ashamed.

Colin just ignored him. "And Finn, he barely knows her but loves her crazily. What the hell do you think he'll do?" he said as he threw his hands up in his hair. "Jason might not be able to kick your ass, but Finn certainly can."

"Nothing is going to happen. It's over anyway," Logan said.

Colin nodded his head slowly. "Yeah. That's right. What the hell did happen?"

Logan shrugged indifferently. "Nothing. I don't want to talk about right now."

"You've said that the past four days!" Colin said frustrated.

"Then maybe you should start to listen to it!" Logan yelled back. "Why the hell are you even talking to me about this? You are in the same position as I am, just with Steph."

Colin stared at him for a moment, then said in an almost too calm voice, "So you are in love with her?"

Logan didn't respond, only gasped slightly at his friend honesty. He lowered his eyes to the floor, only looking up quickly when he felt his friend move from the couch.

The brunette male looked down at his friend as he stood up. "You are in love with Rory." It wasn't a question, but simply a statement.

Logan opened his mouth, the shut it again, not finding the right words. He ran a hand through his already messy hair and looked up at his friend. "I'm not in love with her."

A snort left Colin. "You are not?"

"I just really like her," he answered.

"How much?"

Once again Logan stayed quiet as he kept his gaze on the floor.

Colin shook his head. "I don't know what the hell she did or you did. But whatever it was, it definitely meant something to you." He paused, looking down at the blond, who was avoiding his eyes. "Talk to her and work it out." With that he walked out of the room.

Logan focused on the door for a minute or two before cursing quietly. His eyes closed briefly, as he took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they landed on his phone…

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It was Tristan's last day at Yale. Rory felt a little sad, almost being use to having him to tease and laugh with. It was nice to have a friend that wasn't a part of the whole Yale group – Someone with who she could pretend things were still uncomplicated like they were in High school. Especially when it came to romance.

"You know, I don't know if I can leave tomorrow, with you still being all moody," Tristan said that day, as he cast a look at his friend.

Rory rolled her eyes, her eyes remaining focused on the TV screen in front of her. "I'm not moody," she protested. "Nor upset or devastated or whatever you would call it. I'm fine."

The blonde narrowed his eyes and watched her closely. "Sure you are, and I love school."

She removed her eyes from the TV and raised her eyebrow at him. "That was really lame. Seriously, with a capital L."

He just rolled his eyes and ignored her statement.

No matter what Rory said, Tristan knew she wasn't okay. She hadn't been for the past four days. She had become very quite these last few days, not being her usual happy and chipper self. She never wanted to go out, just wanted to stay in her dorm with him. He wasn't even sure if she had seen her brother since he had gotten there. It seemed like she was with him every second of the day, not that he minded that at all, but he couldn't really enjoy it, knowing how sad she really felt.

"Maybe you should call him," he went on, his voice gentle. Even without naming him, the both knew who he was talking about. "You know you want to, I've seen you stare at your phone for five minutes straight," he added, ignoring the look his friend gave him

"I have not!"

"You so did," he said, a little smile playing on his lips. "And even with your phone being pink and covered with flowers, I'm sure you don't find it that fascinating."

Her own lips began to curl at the end, but she fought hard to keep it off her face. "I don't want him to call."

"You really don't?"

She paused for a moment, then sighed deeply. "Maybe I do-"

"-Ha!"

"But only because I don't like the way we ended things," she told him. "I mean, we have the same friends and it'll be so weird every time we see each other if we don't talk," she explained. At his pointed look, she added, "It's not because I miss him."

"Oh, of course not."

The sarcasm in his voice was strong, but she decided to let it go, hoping that he too would just drop it. She wouldn't count on it, though. Luckily for her, the ringing of her phone stopped him in speaking on. She sent him a sarcastic apologetic smile, before picking up her cell and snapping it open.

"Ye-"

Immediately a singing voice cut her off. "'I've been holding out so long, I've been sleeping all alone, Lord I miss you, I've been hanging on the phone, I've been sleeping all alone, I want to kiss'-" The voice suddenly stopped. "No wait, that isn't right."

Rory couldn't help but smile. "Hey mom."

"My long lost daughter! Do you know what I just realized?"

"No, please enlighten me."

"We haven't spoken in 7 days! 7 days! You haven't heard my beautiful angel-like voice in a whole week! And even worse, did you know it's been 2 weeks since you saw this stunning face, that belongs to no one other than me?"

"No, hadn't really though about it," Rory said teasingly.

"Say it isn't so! My favourite daughter, my own flesh and blood, the mini version of me-"

"-Mom?" Rory asked.

"The fruit of my loins and my name twin doesn't miss me!" Lorelai sighed dramatically. "Did you hear the crash?"

Rory raised an eyebrow even though her mother obviously couldn't see it. "Crash?"

"Yes!" her mother shouted. "Didn't you just hear that my whole world came crashing down on me?"

"Can't say I did," Rory said while shaking her head. "So, is there a reason for this completely sane phone-call or did you just need to take your nonexistent craziness out on someone?"

"Mommy misses her babies!"

"Me more, right?"

"Of course. After all, you are my name twin." Lorelai paused. "Though Jason is my first born... It really is a tough choice."

"Pick me!" Rory said, playing along. "I'm prettier."

"We all know that is true. As I said before, you are a mini version of me," Lorelai said, her voice mockingly serious. "Now, let's get down to business."

Rory straightened up, also taking a serious tone. "Right. What's up?"

"I need you to drag your little cute butt to Stars Hollow. And Jason's not so cute one too. In less than two weeks it's Christmas eve and we haven't even talked Christmas presents yet!"

Rory could almost see her mother shaking her head sadly and pouting.

"Something is seriously wrong with the universe," Rory agreed. "So how about Saturday? We can stay 'til Monday. I don't really have any classes Monday, and we all know Jase would gladly drop all his classes if it meant more time with you."

"He's such a mamma's boy," Lorelai grinned. "But sounds good hon. Now, this little birdie sang me a song about a cute blond guy visiting you."

"I don't think Jason will like being called a little birdie."

"Right. This bird sang me a song," she corrected. "So, is it true? Has Bible boy finally confessed his secret love for you and asked you to run away with him?"

Rory stayed quiet for a moment. "No. Not quite."

"Emily will be so disappointed," the elder Gilmore said sighting. "But if he do decide to finally drop the bombshell, listen to this. I know everybody says Paris is the world's most romantic city, but I say be original. I like Russia. They speak funny."

Rory shook her head. "I'll keep that in mind," Rory said laughing. "So mom, got to go. You'll call Jason?"

"Oh I will," she answered and let out a wicked laugh. "He's going to see what happens if you don't call your mother on a regular bases!"

The younger Gilmore smiled. "Don't scare the boy too much."

"You are no fun!"

Rory rolled her eyes. "Bye mom."

"Bye sweets. Say hi to Bible Boy for me. And remember, Russia!"

She snapped her phone shut while shaking her head. Looking up at Tristan, she saw him smirking.

"Your mother is insane," he said with a smile.

"Don't I know it," she answered nonchalant. "By the way, she's says hi. And if we ever decide to run away together, she suggests Russia. Paris is not original enough."

"Of course. So what do you say, Mare?" he asked as he kneaded in front on her. "Will you marry me? Will you be the love of my life? Will you be mine forever and ever? The only one to please me until the day I die?"

Rory stared at him like he was insane. "No, not really, nah, and hell no!" she said and made a disgusted face.

Tristan brought a hand to his heart. "Rejected by Mary once again," he said before dropping himself dramatically on the floor. "Didn't I tell you my weak heart can not take it?"

"You did."

"You just didn't care?"

"You are smarter than you look," Rory said with a grin.

Just as Tristan was about to come with some smart response, Rory's cell rang once again. He groaned and rolled, so he was lying on this stomach, his eyes watching her. "You are very popular today."

"How could I not be?" Rory asked, her tone causal. She hit the little green button and held the phone to her ear. "What's up?" she asked, her voice chipper.

Even though Tristan was suppose to be mad, he couldn't help but smile slightly. He liked the fact that Rory seemed happy again and not all depressed.

"Rory Gilmore!" a voice basically screamed. "The most beautiful brunette walking this earth! The burning flame in my heart! The woman of my dreams, the naughtier ones too! What are you doing Friday night?"

She furrowed her brow together. "Finn?"

"I'm hurt, you didn't recognize my voice?"

"Of course I did," Rory told him as she rolled her eyes.

"Fantastic love! So, what you do say Rory darling? Feel like spending Friday night with me, doing things so dirty they can not be spoken of?"

Rory paused, a smile playing on her lips. She forced herself to be serious. "Not really."

"Well then," the Australian said, mocking defeat. "How about a good ol' college party with me and the mates? Hopefully Steph and Rosemary will be there too. You can invite that friend of yours if you want. What's his name? Christian?"

"Tristan," she corrected him as she looked over at the blond, who raised his eyebrow curiously.

"Yes! Tristan! Of course! And tell him to bring some lady friends-"

"-Finn! Remember a certain redhead that you are madly in love with? Her name starts with an R? I've been forced into talking her into a date with you?" Rory told him teasingly, only a bit of seriousness in her voice.

"Of course I remember her," Finn said in a calm voice. "They weren't for me, love, but for Colin and Logan. Seriously, those two are walking around looking like they just lost their puppy dogs!"

Her throat suddenly became dry, and her voice turned a little shaky. "Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah! I can understand why Colin is frustrated, we all know he is in love with Steph and she's still oblivious to it. It was quite funny for awhile, but now it's just like watching the same movie over and over again," Finn rambled, his voice getting more and more irritated. "Anyways, but what is up with Logan? He is a mystery."

"Strange," she said quietly.

"Very. So what do you say love? You know it won't be the same without you," he said, his voice pleading. "And I haven't spend any time with you these last few days, I barely remember how you look."

"I'm a brunette with blue eyes. I wear casual clothes at most times, the occasionally evening gown," Rory told him dryly.

"Roooory! If I don't see you soon I'll be walking around looking like I just lost my puppy."

Even with his almost disgustingly fake voice, she couldn't help but fall for it. For a minute she forget everything about avoiding Logan. "Fine Finn," she told him with a smile.

"Great love! We'll talk later about where and when's, all right?"

Rory nodded her head. "Sure."

"Great! Now, I'll love you forever and always-"

"-You don't already?" she said and pretended to be offended.

"Of course, but I'll love you even more!" he explained. "That is, if you talked Rose into coming as my date! Can't you see it? Us walking in, arm in arm? Rose with her incredible beauty and confidence and me with my dashing good looks and indescribable charm?"

"It would be quite the picture," Rory agreed as she nodded her head.

"So, you'll talk to her?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'll try, but I am not making any promises. Maybe she already have a date."

"Say no such thing, love!" Finn almost screamed.

"I'll see you later Finn. Take care, all right?"

"Don't worry about me, kitten, I'm a man, I can take care of myself," he said in a serious voice. "Now, I have to go. Say hallo to Christian for me!"

Before Rory had a chance to respond, he'd hung up. She stared at her cell for a moment or two, before letting out a laugh.

"Who was that?" Tristan asked, sitting up and moving closer to Rory.

"Finn."

Tristan drew his eyebrows together. "The crazy Australian? The one who hit on your grandmother at her party?"

Rory nodded her head and smiled. "That's the one. Wanted me to go to this party. Wanted us to go, actually," she answered.

"When is it?"

She looked up at him, her blue eyes big. "On Friday?" When he sighed, she quickly went on. "Can you just stay two days more? You don't have school until Monday anyways!"

"Believe it or nor, I've got other friends than you, Mare."

"But I'm your best friend!" she pouted. "Remember, you and me, always and forever?"

"I remember," he said and smiled as he thought back to that days years ago. "However, you'll have to learn how to live without me. One day Mare, I'm going to fall madly in love and drop you like yesterday's news."

Rory gasped and crossed her arms over her chest. "That is just mean!" she said. "It'll never happen anyway. The big and powerful Tristan DuGrey falling in love, I think not!"

Tristan rolled his eyes. "We'll see," he said, deciding he was getting annoyed with the subject.

She smiled slightly. "Can't you just stay? Please?"

Tristan looked at her, her blue eyes big and her mouth stuck out in a pout. He couldn't deny that face anything. "All right."

She jumped up and flung her arms around him. Teasingly he pushed her away from him.

"But remember, you owe me now. Oh, how you owe me," he whispering, a smirk appearing on his face.

She just shook her head and wrapped her arms around him again as he did the same. Then, for the third time that day, her phone rang.

Tristan sighed and let his arms drop from her. "Seriously, what the fuck is going on. Why the hell do you even need me here with all the friends you have," he said, his voice slightly irritated.

She gave him a smile. "Sorry," she told him honestly as she reached for her phone and snapped it open.

"Finn if it's you, I already agreed." She smiled widely, her voice teasing. "Yes, I'll go. Yes, I'll talk to Rose. And no, I will not spend a night with you doing indescribable naughty things."

"Rory?"

Immediately the smile faded from her face. Her breath caught in her throat, and it took her a couple of seconds before she found her voice. "Logan?" she asked quietly, surprising herself and Tristan who straightened up.

He didn't respond immediately. "Ac-Rory. We really need to talk."

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A/N: Ta dah! And no, I'm not referring to Scissor sister's new album. Lol. So, another cliffy. It just seemed like something I had to do, sorry :)