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A/N: Hey guys, sorry I hadn't updated in a long time. Blame it on my internet, it wasn't working. But still there's the chapter. And I have some exciting news. Guess what? Omg… I saw Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt and Maddox a few days ago. It was like the highlight of my year. Who knew that going out in gym class to play speedball would get such a treatment. Little Maddox goes to school two blocks from me. He's just the most adorable kid ever, and Angelina was nice enough to roll down her window and wave at my class a few weeks ago.

Sorry for the lack of updates, school has been busy 24/7. Also because I'm part to blame in my laziness and writer blocks. Anyway enjoy.

Chapter 8- Honey why you calling me?

Sunlight streamed through the same window that had streamed in the midnight glow of last night. Two figures can be seen sleeping in a bed, closely cuddling with each other, wearing nothing except for the white blanket that covered them. She rested her head on his muscular chest and an arm on his toned abs while his hand lay on her lower back.

The still of her closed eyelids started to stir as she detangled herself from the body next to hers. She sits up, one hand clutching the blanket close to her chest and the other latched on her forehead to stop the pounding. Her eyes squint at the bright lights, she slowly opens them and tries to focus on where she was at.

'Where am I?' She thought as she looked at the unfamiliar room. The creamy white walls of her room weren't maroon. She didn't remember having a table with a laptop. At least that wasn't her laptop. Suddenly feeling the cool sheet of blanket on her skin she looked down and lifted up the sheets, and just as she expected she was naked.

Turning her head to the right, she saw a very familiar body with messy blond hair. 'Oh my god, it can't be.'

The body shifted to face her side, but thankfully he was still asleep. But what wasn't a relief was that she wasn't supposed to end up like this. She wasn't supposed to sleep with her ex-boyfriend of three years. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him all over again.

She rested her head on the palms of her hands. 'What have I done?' She repeated over and over again in her mind. As usual her first instinct was to run. She had to get out of here. And that's what she did. She got out of the bed and got dressed with as much articles of clothing she could find as quickly as possible.

Twisting the doorknob to open the door, she gave one last look to the messy bed. But it wasn't the bed she was paying attention to, it was the blond that was sleeping peacefully on it. Breathing out a sigh, she left the room and raced back to her own hotel.

Logan rolled over on his side, his arms tried to grasp on something warm to hold onto. He opens his eyes when he feels an empty space next to him. But her warmth still lies on the bed sheets. He lets out a groan and tries to seek of her presence. Fingering for his boxers on the side of the bed, he grabs it and slips it on. "Rory, you naughty girl where are you?"

'Probably near the coffee machine.' He smiles at the idea.

Tiptoeing to the combined bathroom/kitchen without a stove, he grabs the wall for support. "Gotcha!" He said as he stuck his head out of the wall. But she wasn't there. "Come on Ace, this isn't funny." He checks everywhere for her, the balcony, the bathroom, the shower, the closet, and heck, even under the bed. But still no signs of Rory anywhere.

Grabbing a terry clothed bathrobe off the closet rack, he sits on the sofa to recollect his thoughts. 'She must've left.' He leaned back, but something bumpy pokes his back. His finger reaches behind him and pulls the offending object away from the usually comfortable couch.

He smoothes his hand over the smooth satin material of what seems like a piece of female clothing. Sprawling it out on the couch, he realized that no doubt that it was bra. More accurately, Rory's bra. He smiled at something he once said.

"Come on Ace, you can't hide in there forever." He knocks on the door. "I told you I'm sorry." He had completely forgotten that they had plans for the night. He left her waiting for two hours outside a restaurant looking like an idiot, while worrying that something might have happened to him.

But know how pissed she was when she came back to his apartment and found him watching football with Colin and Finn. And if they couldn't tell, the hard slam of the bathroom door had awakened them to their senses.

"I'm sorry mate, but seem like Colin and I have to go. Fix things with love okay?" Finn had told him earlier.

Now it has been an hour and she hasn't left the bathroom. "Please Ace, please." His hand grabs the door knob and surprisingly with a gentle twist, the door flew open. He found her laying on the tub covered in her bubble bath. "Are you still mad at me?"

"Nope." She opened her eyes and pulled one of her ear plugs out, "For the first few minutes I was but then I realized how much work you had this week."

"But I waited outside pleading and begging, you know."

"The bathroom wasn't lock, you know." She mocked him.

"I think we should have some kind of symbol for you telling me that everything is fine and ok." He looks around the room. "Hmm… how about this?" He lifted up the object.

"My bra?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yea. I mean its sexy enough and knowing that you took it off just to tell me that I'm forgiven, turns me on so much." The grin on his face grows larger as the bulge on his pants gets tighter. Glancing at her naked form under the bubbles caused him to feel hot. "So is there room for one more in there?" He manages to get out.

Feigning innocence she asks, "Why? Would you like to join me?" Grabbing a handful of bubbles, she blew at it. Logan has never seen anything as hot as this before.

He takes a gulp, "Oh babe I'm right there in a second." He strips himself down and jumps into the water. Rory lets out a squeal as the water splashes at her.

Logan grins down at the bra.

Rory sighs as she leaves the elevator, her mind couldn't seem to grasp the fact that she had sex with Logan Huntzberger last night. Sliding her card into the slot and pulling it out, she entered hers and Amber's room. Two beds can be seen on the left, one looking very crumpled and slept in while the other looked neat, untouched.

"Good Morning." Amber sang out, carrying two plates of breakfast with her.

"Morning." Rory mumbled, taking a seat on the table.

"Where were you last night? I came back here and I didn't see you." Amber poured fresh coffee into their mugs.

"I just met up with an old friend." She lied.

"Hmm? Girl or boy?" Amber asked as she bit into her toast.

"Why are you asking me?" Amber shrugged, "Fine, a girl. Are you happy now?"

"Liar." Amber said as Rory choked on her coffee. "Are you okay?"

Nodding while coughing, she patted her chest. "What?" She asked confusingly.

"I saw you last night with your mouth fused with a blond man. And if I'm not mistaken, that man is Logan. And don't tell me that I'm wrong because I saw his picture once in the airplane and three times last night."

Rory was at a lost for words. "Amber, I don't know what to say."

Amber just smiled, "Well technically you didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I did, I screwed up. Big time." She stared down at her sunny side up eggs.

"Why? What did you do?" Amber was concerned.

"I slept with him Amber, I slept with him." Her face flushes with embarrassment as she shared her most intimate detail with her close friend.

"I don't see anything wrong with that. He's a very good looking man. I would do him too if you guys didn't have a past." Rory raised an eyebrow. "What? I was just saying that you guys are adults now and there's nothing to panic over."

"He's engaged, Am." Rory simply said, running her thumb over and over on the handle of her mug.

"Engage as in what? Engaged to an argument? Engaged to sports? Which we both hate."

"Engaged as in getting married in six months. His fiancé is exceptionally beautiful. She's blond and tall, totally his type of girl. She did the only one thing I couldn't. I can't complete with Samantha Cooper."

"Samantha Cooper. As in…" Amber trailed off.

"As in the model and new face of Guess's clothing line." Rory completed Amber's sentence.

"Oh Rory." Amber said sympathetically as she reached over and gave her a hug. "For the record, I think you're prettier than that Samantha."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, I'm not. Your electrifying blue eyes can win over her ordinary green ones any day. Pale skin is the new tan if you haven't notice. And you actually eat. A lot." Rory laughed.

"I'm no one special. I'm just Rory Gilmore."

"That's where you went wrong. You're not just Rory Gilmore, you're Yale graduate Rory Gilmore, high school valedictorian Rory Gilmore, and the best writer on the east coast Rory Gilmore."

"That's very cliché but thanks." Amber gave Rory another hug.

"Anytime, sweetie." Amber smiled, "But I do have one question."

"What?"

"Did you wear a bra last night?" Amber asked amusingly.

"Yea, I did. Why?" Rory was confused. Why would Amber ask a question like that? It's not like she didn't know that she herself would never not wear a bra out into the public eye.

Seeing Amber's questioning eyes, she reached back to search for a lining of some sort, but had found none. "I think it's still in Logan's hotel room."

Logan arrived back to his house in San Francisco. His house stood out from all the rest, it was bigger and had a glass house that was added a year ago. Sam had insisted for it, she once said, "What's a beautiful house, if no one would ever see it?" But truthfully, he had thought she used that room to let people see how perfect they were. The "It" couple. Oh how much people don't know.

Unlocking his door, he had expected to see the house like he last saw it. The shards of glass that was supposed to be there last night had vanished. But a bottle of wine and a half filled glass sat on the top of the coffee table.

" Logan is that you?" Sam called out from the top. When she came in his sight, he saw what a mess she was. She still had on her outfit from last night, her mascara and eyeliner were ruined, and her eyes were red and puffy. He knew she hadn't slept.

He gave her a nod, he was going to leave her and break off the engagement for his ex. Everything has a first to it, and this was definitely one of it.

"Thank god you're back, I thought you'd never come back. What I did, I'm so-"

"Sam." He calmly said, but she kept on going.

"Sorry. Are you hungry?" You must be hungry. I'll make something for you."

"Sam." He repeated again.

"How do pancakes sound? I'll make it right now, just take a seat." She motioned him to a seat and headed towards the kitchen.

Breaking up with her was harder than he thought. He held his head with his hands, his fingers buried into his blond locks. Like the way Rory did last night. Feeling his phone vibrate, he slipped it out of his dress slacks and glanced at the screen.

'Rory Calling'

He smiled and pressed the green button of his Blackberry. "Hello?" He answered as he stepped out onto the deck that stared right onto his pool.

" Logan?" He heard her voice with a bit of hesitation.

"I'm so glad you called, last night was-"

"Last night was a mistake." She quietly told him. "It shouldn't have happened."

"No it shouldn't." He muttered angrily.

"We were drunk and had no control of ourselves." She said.

"Ok, I get it. Last night meant nothing. We're nothing." He said bitterly. He wished he hadn't read more into that bra of hers. What a fool he was. A very stupid fool.

"Don't say that." She whimpered.

"Why? It's true. We definitely mean nothing to each other."

"Logan, just remember that you're with Sam. Don't do to her like what you had done to me. She's perfect for you." He heard her choke back a tear.

Logan had wanted to tell her that she was the one who was perfect for him, not Sam or any other woman. But he couldn't, he wouldn't.

"Before I go, I have one thing to ask."

"What is it?" He barked, leaning his back on the wooden railings.

"Did I happen to leave something in the room?" She questioned.

"No" He lied as his eyes laid on the duffle bag sitting on his black leather sofa. He knew very well that if you opened it, the lacey bra would be the first thing you would find.

"Oh okay. Never mind then. Well I guess this is goodbye. Bye Logan." And with that she hung up. Logan slid his phone off his ear and slammed a hard fist down on the wood, he didn't care if he had splinters.

Samantha stepped onto the deck. " Logan, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"I just needed some fresh air." He lied perfectly, hiding his emotions.

"Okay, well breakfast is done." She looked down at his wounded hand. " Logan, you're bleeding."

"I'm fine." He reassured her, but she didn't agree with him.

"Let's get that cleaned up and disinfected." She took his other hand and led him to the bathroom. Turning on some lukewarm water, she cleaned off the blood with a wet towel. Grabbing an anti-bacteria cream from the medicine cabinet, she applied it on the open cuts. She finished off by placing a gauze band aid over his hand.

"Thanks." He said. He noticed that she had cleaned off most of her makeup and pulled her hair back with a head band. She seemed very sincere right at this moment, and he wondered if it's because she feared that he would leave her forever. He laughed silently at himself. Rory had made her decision, and so had he. He had chosen to stay with Sam.

"Come on, let's go eat. Breakfast doesn't taste very good when it's cold." They left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. She picked up both of their plates. "Let's go eat in the glass house."

He nodded. The glass house wasn't really a house. It was more like a room with three walls made of glass and a sliding door. They both took a seat on the table that had a perfect view of the beach. He looked to his right and saw his neighbor Harry spying on them with his son's plastic binoculars. This wasn't the first time that it has happened, the glass house often attracted a lot of people. He knew Harry thought of them as perfect. If only Harry knew…

Amber entered the room and found Rory sitting on the bed, her back was against the headboard and she was clutching the pillow towards her stomach. Her phone lay closed on the bed. The television was on to a 24 hour commercial channel that sold useless products. She saw Rory's eyes fixed on the screen, but was staring blankly at it.

"So how are you feeling?" Amber took a seat on the other side of Rory's bed. Her hands were placed on her thigh, giving her a bit of support.

Rory looked over and smiled. "I've had better days. But I did the right thing for him and myself." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she saw that Amber had gotten dressed in the last thirty minutes. "You going out tonight?"

"What? Oh yea- I was planning on spending some time at that club down the street." Amber said.

"Cool. With Marcus?" Marcus was the guy that Amber had met last night at the New Year's Eve bash.

"No, not Marcus. But you, missy, are going on a date with me." She linked their arms together.

"Sure, why not. But I have one condition." She placed the pillow back to its original spot.

"What is it?" Amber waited patiently for Rory to speak so they can have some girl's night out.

"No clubs. It hasn't done me any good since arriving here yesterday." No more regrets over one night stands with past ex who would be married to a well-known model/actress.

"Deal." Amber smiled brightly and shook her hand. "We'll go to the restaurant that I heard have fabulous lobsters and toasted garlic bread." Amber clasp her hands together and rest it under her chin, she has a dreamy look on her face.

"Oooo lobster." Rory teased Amber over her fascination of food.

"Shut up." Amber blushes. In middle school, people would call her the food machine, not because she distributes them, but because she would hoard all her friend's lunches down. "Just get dressed."

Rory smiled and went into the bathroom. Minutes later she came back into the room dressed in a white v-neck sweater and simple jeans. Pulling on her boots, she sees Amber rummaging through her purse. "What are you looking for?"

"Your phone." She keeps digging and finally taking out a Sidekick. "Here you are." She speaks to the inanimate object.

"Why? Is yours not working?" Rory stood up and brushes on her pant leg.

"No, it's just you don't need it tonight." She places the phone on the table next to her very own. "The last thing you need on a dinner night is some useless distraction. Okay let's go." She passes Rory her jacket and puts on hers.

As the two brunettes leave their hotel room, Rory's phone unexpectedly rings at the moment. And maybe it's for the best, seeing as this is a call that would change her life entirely.

"Hello Ms. Gilmore. My name is Carl Hoyt, and I am the Public Editor of the New York Times. I've read your articles, and might I say that you've got talent in this business. We're running low on a few of our members and if interested in becoming one of our writers in the NY Times, we are open to welcoming you to the team. So just call me back at 917-555-0707 and I'll be waiting for your phone call. Thanks for your time."

So there's your chapter eight. I'm so sorry with the lack of updates. Though it might happen sometime in the future again. But, I'll try to update more often.

XOXO Cindy