So so so sorry that it took me forever to get this chapter up and that i lied and said i would get it up soon. i have no excuse other then that i am a lazy bum. but thank you SOOOOOO much for those of you who reviwed. And majors props to Rorylogan fan for the reviw of "words" cause i was thinking someone was going to write that as i wrote that. i laughed so hard, when i read you reviw. :) and about the love vs. hate thing read and see what i decided on...and as always reviw!!!!!!!!!!

"Fantastic party. Really. You do know how to get the people fired up don't you Finny!" Colin said his words dripping with sarcasm as he patted Finn on the back.

"Mum. Scotch. Hid. Mad." Finn said rubbing his head.

"Aha. That explains why you are still clothed. But don't worry mate, more people will arrive in about ten minuets and I bet at least someone has something that can get you drunk in a jiffy."

"They better hurry up, I haven't been this sober since I was still inside mother." Finn said slumping down into a chair.

" Okay now that we have the alcohol problem under control, we still have another pressing matter at hand." Colin said looking around Finns grand main room.

" I don't care Colin! Get that stick out of your ass and go dance or something."

"He would, but…" another voice joined in the conversation as Logan made his way into the room and closer to his friends,

"He is lacking music to dance to. And quiet frankly I think that stick is permanently stuck up there."

"The bands on its way. Don't get your panties in a bundle." Finn replied still massaging his head.

"Goo- wait Colin…this is a party right?" Logan asked curiously.

"Yes. Why wouldn't it be? We just got kicked out of another school. We always have a party after we've been expelled."

"Its just that, Finn is wearing pants. Finn never wears pants at parties." Logan replied eyeing Finn slowly as if trying to figure out the problem.

"Finns mom hid the scotch." Colin replied looking quite disinterested.

" Someone needs to tell her to stop doing that. It's not good for poor Fi-…. Finn is there an Asian girl and a guy who looks like he will live with his mother until her turns 50 in the band of yours?" Logan asked eyeing the new people that just walked into the party.

"Asian…yes." Finn said still not removing his head from his hands. "Deal with them." he directed at Logan the he ordered Colin to find him something alcoholic. Both boys parted ways and went to answer Finn's commands.

"Are you the band?" Logan asked as her approached the group.

"You're not Australian. Brian you told me the guy was freaking Australian." Zach said as he gave Brian a shove.

"Sorry about that." Lane cut in shaking Logan's hand. "There really is no excuse for them. And yeah we are the band. Hep Alien. Where do you need us?"

Logan smiled slightly as her watched two of the band mates shove each other around and throw insults. "Over there is fine." Logan motioned to the far corner where a microphone had been set up. He watched the band pick up their instruments, and the two band mates continued their fight about how hard it is to tell if someone is from Australia, and figured he ought to end it.

"And just so you know, the person who hired you is Australian, I'm just his friend, Logan."

"Ha. I was right." The scrawnier band mate said sticking out his narrow chest. That earned him another shove and a shut up.

"The Asian girl waved and said, "I'm lane, this is Dave," she motioned to a brunette boy holding a guitar. "This is Brian and Zach," she motioned to the two fighting boys. First the scrawnier then the larger. "And finally, this is Rory. She's not in the band, but is providing our moral support. Like a cheerleader, but not as slutly, or preppy." When she introduced Rory she motioned to a brunette girl that Logan hadn't noticed until then. She had amazing blue eyes, and Logan couldn't help but notice how well her legs looked in her mid thigh length brown skirt. He would definitely be checking up on her later on. Logan made eye contact with Rory and smirked.

" Well. More people are arriving, so I'll leave you to your music. Now excuse me while I check up on that earlier mentioned Aussie." And with that Logan nodded his head and walked back into the chair where Finn was slumped.

"Colin still not back with the alcohol yet?" Logan asked skimming the partly filled room letting his eyes hold their gaze on Rory for a second.

"No! He's taken bloody forever." Finn said scowling, and humming quietly to himself until a few seconds later when Colin returned and tapped Finn in the shoulder with champagne bottle.

"Now whose got their panties in a bundle?"

Finn looked up at the sudden coldness hitting his arm, and his eyes filled with joys as he snatched the bottle up, brought it to his mouth and started chugging faster than anyone even Spencer Tracy thought possible. After he had downed the entire bottle, he pulled away gasping for breath. He rubbed the sides of the bottle whispering softly, "Never leave me again! I was utterly lost without you love!" and other sweet nothings.

Logan and Colin just looked at each other, thinking the same thing. Why on earth were they friends with Finn in the first place.

This thought deepened even further into their minds as Finn pulled off his belt and dress slacks and sped over to the nearest redhead and started dancing next to her, despite her objections.

"Well on that happy note" Colin said as he patted Logan on the back and walked away.

Having been deserted by his friends was fine by Logan because Logan was in desperate need of a bedmate. Logan realized that the next day was going to be awful with the whole good two shoes watching their every move. Logan walked across the room to the bar and eyed his selection for the night. He reached the table and poured himself a glass of scotch right as the band kicked into their first song of the night. Upon hearing the blast of sound, Logan turned his head around, mid sip and watched them play. After only a few seconds Logan grew tired and let his eyes wander to what else, but the female nearest to the band, Rory.

Logan smirked egotistically and began to stride over there when something Lane had said played in his head. She had mentioned that she wasn't a slut, therefor, Logan concluded, despite the charm dripping from his every move she wasn't going to sleep with him. So a new prospect must be found.

Rory nodded her head in tune with the music as she watched her best friend forget her fears and do what she does best- rock. After about two songs Lane looked Rory in the eyes and jerked her head. She was at a party and damn it Rory was going to dance and have a good time, not do something she could do in her garage any old time. So Rory smiled weakly at Lane and turned away. This wasn't exactly her idea of fun, standing in a room full of drunken strangers, but it made Lane happy so it was all worth it.

Rory examined the room and landed on the only

semi-familiar face in the crowd, Logan. She watched him from afar as he talked to a petite girl, when suddenly she grew angry and stormed off. Logan shook his head exasperated and threw him self in the nearest chair. Rory felt bad and approached him.

"Struck out?" she said as she reached the chair.

He looked up and smiled a little, "Oh yeah."

"Don't worry you can do better anyway." Rory continued surprised by her own boldness.

Logan's eyebrows raised at this comment. She was acted very suggestive, maybe she was more sluty then Lane had lead on.

"Oh is that so?"

"Yes." Rory said meekly hoping Logan didn't notice the red tint appearing on he cheeks.

"But the thing is I've lost my charm tonight. I hopeless" Logan said in fake sorrow.

"Hey. You seem well advised in the art of mack to me!" Rory replied.

"Is that so… if that be the case, would you care to dance." Logan asked standing up.

Rory blushed even deeper at his question but nodded slightly. Logan placed his hand on the small of her back and lead her to a smaller room where the majority of the people who were dancing were in. A slow song was on so once they had progresses far enough into the room, Logan slid his arm further along her back and grasped her other hand in his. They swayed slightly to the music. And Logan decided that the night was nearly over so if he wanted any at all tonight, this would be the time to act. So without another word being spoken Logan slid his lips toward Rory's and presses them gently across hers.

If Rory was surprised that Logan had asked her to dance that was nothing compared how shocked she was when he kissed her. She was hardly the girl to kiss a guy she had hardly known for two hours, but something just felt right to her, so she let him. He held the kiss for several moments his hands rubbing her back and the swaying stopping completely. Then he pulled apart looked into her eyes and said, "So do you want to get out of here? Really get the night started…" he trailed of suggestively. Rory instantly grasped the meaning of his question and yanked her self out of his arms.

"No!" she exclaimed, "I can't believe you. You. You arrogant, ass, jerk, Butt Faced Miscreant!" and with that she turned her heal and stormed off.

Logan shook his head to himself and murmured, "butt faced miscreant?"

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