Chapter 3

The following morning she stretched and yawned and then decided that she was in dire need for some delicious, freshly brewed coffee…but she didn't want to get out of bed. It were mornings like these that she wouldn't mind living the rich life; having people bring you coffee whenever you wanted wouldn't be half bad.

But unfortunately for Rory she didn't live the life of the rich and famous, she lived the 'normal' life and after being kept up by Paris's moaning and groaning last night, she would either get her own coffee on her own or die.

She was too young to die so she threw the covers off of her; she let out a loud, heavy, sigh and got out of bed.

Heading out into the common room, she saw Paris in her robe bending down to look inside the mini refrigerator for some food.

"We have no food," she told her trying to save her friend some time, "And thank you, by the way, for keeping me up last night," Roy said sarcastically.

"Sorry, Love, I never meant for her to have screamed that loud," Finn replied as he stood up, closed the fridge and faced a perplexed Rory, "Oh who am I kidding? Of course I did!" he added with a smirk.

"Finn!" Rory gasped; this was definitely not Paris.

"In the fleshed," he grinned.

"Oh. My. God. I need coffee."

"Here you go," he held out for a steamy, hot cup of her sweet elixir-of-life for her.

She graciously reached for the cup, "So last night…it was you…and Paris…that were—Oh my God," she still couldn't believe it.

"My God too," Finn broadly smirked.

"Finn, did you find – Rory," Paris trailed off.

"Yeah, she's right here," he pointed to Rory and then walked up to Paris and wrapped his arms around her waist, "What's my prize?"

"A cold shower," she barked and then focused on trying to explain what was going on to Rory, "I thought you were spending the night with Logan."

"Nope, I spent it here, with you…and Finn," Rory cringed at the thought of these two together.

"I never meant for this to happen!" Paris blurted out, "It's just that--"

"His accent and exoticness got to you," Rory finished for her knowingly.

"No…well- yeah," Paris said defeated, "Stupid Australian accent."

"Um…I'm still in the room," Finn said a bit offended.

"Shut up Finn!" Paris snapped.

"Yes, Doll."

Rory slowly began to take a few steps backwards towards her room, "You know what? I'm just gonna go get changed and head out," Rory said taking a few more steps.

"You don't have to--"Paris began.

"Oh yes I do. If you two are going to be continuing you activities from last night, and it seems as if you will…I definitely have to go."

"I don't want to put you out," Paris said seeming as if she cared…wither that or she was horny; Rory couldn't tell.

"Trust me, you're not," Rory awkwardly smiled; she was leaving her dorm so that Paris and Finn could continue having sex. With that finally being said, she disappears into her room.

"Well that was awkward," Finn broke the silence from his spot behind Paris.

"You think?" she asked as she turned to face him with sarcasm filling his voice.

"Was 'the mood' ruined?" Finn hesitantly asked.

"Hell no!"

"Thank God!"

Within seconds Paris's bedroom door was slammed shut and locked.

She was scarred for life.

There was no possible way that she would ever over come what she had just been through. Maybe, at the moment, she was being a bit over dramatic, but she was still unable to believe what she had just witnessed.

Paris and Finn.

Together.

Doing the nitty gritty.

The images of those two together were invading her mind. That's how powerful her imagination was; although she never actually saw the two doing the dirty deed, she could still see them going at it. And the noises they were making fueled her creative mind.

Deciding that a movie marathon was in order, she picked up her coat that was resting on the chair besides hers and headed towards the coffee shop's exit.

As the gentle, cool breeze hit her face, she instantly wrapped her coat tighter around her small frame. She then went into her pocket and retrieved her cell phone. Dialing the very familiar number she waited for an answer.

"Lorelai's House of Wax, how many I help you?" Lorelai's quirky voice rang.

"House of Wax?" Rory questioned, "What happened to 'House of Horrors' or 'House of Death'?"

"I just got done with the movie…" she quietly trailed off.

"Mom."

"What?" she innocently asked.

"You actually sat through a full length feature that casted Paris Hilton?" Rory playfully mocked.

"Yes," Lorelai answered matter-of-factly, "The same full length feature that also casted Jared and Chad…sexy, piece of men--"

"Mom…focus."

"Sorry," the older Gilmore sheepishly said, "So what's up?"

"The sky."

"Haha, you're funny," Lorelai deadpanned.

"I try," Rory said, "I was actually thinking about dropping out of Yale and going to clown school."

Silence.

"Mom…"

Silence.

"Mom?"

"Oh I'm sorry; that was so funny I forgot to laugh," Lorelai said finally speaking up.

Although her mother couldn't see her, Rory still shook her head at her, "I'll make sure to get you an application for the clown school too."

The mother laughed out loud, "Oh man, us Gilmore girls are two peas in a pod. Now, what do I owe for the pleasures of this call?" Lorelai said, finally getting back on track.

"I was actually wondering if we can have a movie marathon now--"

"Of course!" Lorelai loudly exclaimed, "What's the occasion?"

"No occasion, I just need an action-packed, gruesome, fun-filled movie marathon to get my mind off something," Rory casually explained as she finally reached her dorm. Walking inside she set the keys on the coffee table and went to her room, "And maybe I can spend the night too."

"Sure," Lorelai happily replied.

In her room, Rory began to pack an over-night bag.

"So," the mother cautiously continued, "Does it have to do with Logan?"

"Believe it or not…no."

"Bad grade?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Public humiliation?"

"Nope--"

"Then what?" Lorelai asked beginning to lose her patience.

"I'll fill you in when I get there," Rory told her mom as she threw her pajamas into a small duffle bag along with a change of clothes.

"Alright," the mother dramatically sighed.

"See you in a bit," Rory smiled zipping up her nag and heading for the front door.

"Drive safely, hun."

"Will do, bye."

"Bye."

Flipping her phone shut, she closed the door behind her and headed for Stars Hollow.

"Spartans! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty…for tonight, we dine in hell!"

"HA-OOH! HA-OOH!" The Gilmore girls cheered along with the Spartans as they pumped their fists in the air with each 'ha-ooh'.

"Best movie of all time," Lorelai declared.

"Agreed!"

"Every single freakin' guy has an eight pack!" Lorelai stated amazed.

"I know!" Rory said just as amazed.

"You're still thinking about Paris and Finn," the older Gilmore stated plainly.

"Aren't you?" Rory asked her mother with a disgusted face.

"Unfortunately. I thought all the sexy, half-naked men would distract us--"

"Boy were you wrong."

After a short pause, Lorelai said, "Okay…we can do this. We've gotten over bigger hurdles."

"True…"

"We survive every single Friday night dinners…I mean, that has to mean something, right?"

"Right, and we got past the thing with Kirk," Rory told her.

"What thing with Kirk?" Lorelai asked.

"You know…that thing…"

"No, I don't know," Lorelai shook her head.

"Well, technically I never saw him, you did--"

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed once it hit her, "I saw Kirk naked!"

"Ding, ding, ding," Rory deadpanned.

"Rory!"

"What?!"

"Why did you remind me?" Lorelai whined shielding her eyes with her hands as if that would block out the images of Kirk running around naked.

"I'm sorry!" she never meant to make her mother relieve the pain.

"It's okay, it's okay… I'll just think of Luke naked--"

"Ah, mom!"

"What?"

"Gross!"

A smirk slowly appeared on Lorelai's face.

"Stop it!" Rory ordered.

Innocently smiling, the mother replied, "Stop what?"

"Stop thinking about Luke naked!"

When Rory received no response from her mother she huffed and got off the couch. She got her shoes and quickly slipped them on. Then she grabbed her keys off the kitchen table and went back into the living room to say good-bye to her mother.

"Well, this was fun, but I really have to get going."

"What? No!"

"Oh yes," she told her mother as she made her way to the front door.

"I'm sorry!"

"Don't worry about it. Just get some assistance," Rory said referring to her mother's horniness.

"Rory--"

"I'll call you tomorrow, mom," Rory smiled as she kissed her mother good-bye.

With a wave, she was out the door.

"Great," Lorelai said to an empty house, "What now?"

And then it hit her.

Luke.

Within seconds she was out the door heading towards the diner.

He looked at the number that was scribbled on the small piece of scrap paper debating on whether or not to dial that specific number. He didn't see why he shouldn't; he just wanted to reacquaint himself with an old friend; an old friend who he use to have strong feelings for. And if he spends time with this 'old friend', he's afraid that the feelings will come back.

Did they even go away to begin with?

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he picked up his cell phone and began to punch in the numbers, but before he was able to press the green 'send' button, there was a knock at his apartment door.

Standing up, he pocketed his cell and made his way towards the door. Swinging it open he broadly smirked.

"I was beginning to wonder when you were going to pay me a lovely visit," he told his visitor.

"Cut the shit, Dugrey," the intruder told him as he made his way into Tristan's apartment.

He closed the door and faced his company.

"What do you want, Logan?"

"You know what I want," Logan told his as he tried to keep his anger down.

"Now you see, that's not true," Tristan stated matter-of-factly, "because if it were, I wouldn't be asking you…"

"Stay the fuck away from her."

AN: Once again thank you to everyone who reviewed…let me know how I did this time.