A/N: okay so here is chapter two! this is my first fanfic so i'm still learning the ropes and would looove completely honest feedback. be brutal...lol. yep so the part in italics is a flashback...yup yup yup. okay i hope you enjoy!

"Rory! How could you do this to me?" sixteen year old Stephanie Vanderbilt exclaimed to her best friend. "Leaving me home alone all summer so you can go to stupid journalism camp all the way in California!"

It was the last day of school at Chilton Prepatory Academy and the summer was just beginning. Just last night Rory Gilmore had gotten the phone call that would change all of her summer plans.

"Mom! Can you get the phone?" Rory shouted from her room.

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"No! you're closer!" her mom shouted back.

"But you're sitting right next to it! Please! I'm trying to study, I only have one more final tomorrow and I still have one more set of notes to review!"

"I can't hear yooooouuu! Lalalalalala!" the elder Gilmore teased.

"Fine. Be that way." Rory replied with a scowl as she went and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Rory Gilmore? This is Anne from Young Journalist Periodical. I just wanted to notify you that we have an opening here for you at our summer workshop if you are interested." The lady said from the other end, with a nasal tone to her voice.

"Oh? Yes of course! Put me down I'll be there!" she replied, excitement overwhelming her.

She hung up the phone after jotting down some of the important information and explained to her mother what was happening.

"My only daughter is abandoning me all summer to go to summer camp on the other side of the country?" her mother asked with disbelief.

"It's not the whole summer! It's only two weeks! And I'll call regularly. This is just the chance of a lifetime and think of how great it would look on my Yale application!" she said in a convincing tone.

With that Rory ran back to her room and began packing. 'this is going to be so great! Wait until I tell Steph!' she thought to herself.

Rory had just broken the news to Stephanie and she wasn't as excited as Rory had hoped she would be.

"It's only for two weeks Steph! And plus! I'll call you like every day and we can do everything together when I get back! I promise!"

"Okay. Just don't make a new best friend or anything while you're on the other end of the country. I won't be too happy about that missy."

"Don't worry Steph! I won't!" Rory insisted.

Twenty-Four hours later Rory found herself boarding Flight 452 to California from New Haven international airport.

She tearfully hugged her mom goodbye at the gate, found her seat on the plane, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber. When she woke up it was to the sound of the plane's wheels unfolding beneath her. They were landing.

She walked off the plane and caught a cab to take her to the "camp" that was really a large office building on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

The doorman greeted her with a nod and she approached the front desk where the receptionist was answering the phone with a simple "please hold." She gave the woman her name and asked for directions. She simply looked up at Rory and waved her hand in the direction of the elevator and held up four fingers. Rory took that as she meant level four.

Once inside the elevator Rory used her index finger to jab the button with the four until it lit up. She stepped off and stood in the hallway, puzzled.

"Can I help you?" greeted a voice from behind her.

She steered herself around to meet the eyes of the most eligible bachelor in the newspaper business. Logan Huntzberger. He had dirty blonde hair that was perfectly tousled and dark brown eyes that she could get lost in. He wasn't old, maybe a year older than herself, and looked positively arrogant.

"Ummm, yeah. I was looking for the Youth Journalist's summer program. The lady at the desk told me level four. I guess I'm in the wrong area I'm really sorry I didn't mean to but she wasn't very clear aaaand I'm rambling again. Sorry," she said, "I ramble when I get nervous."

"Don't worry about it, you're on the right level," he began, "and what do you have to be nervous about? You're young, talented and gorgeous if I do say so myself, so just relax, we don't bite here. I'm part of the program too."

His blunt honesty caught her off guard. She could feel the blush creeping up over her face. This he noticed and a perfect smirk spread across his handsome features.

"Come on, I'll show you where we're meeting. You can leave your bags in that room over there."

Logan grabbed Rory's hand with a touch that sent chills down her spine and pulled her down the hallway, turning to look over his shoulder at her with that smirk once again.

A/N: okay so there it was. i'm sorry my chapters are so short...i'll try my hardest to make them longer i'm just having trouble getting the story off the ground...two updates in one night won't always be happening, only when i have very little homework or am feeling extra creative...lol. okay well leave a review if you please!