Yoda & Pacifists

Rory woke up when she heard a thud outside her door. She cursed loudly and opened her. Paris was sitting on the floor outside her room. She was wearing her pajamas and had a sell phone I one hand. She shot Rory a gloomy look.

"Do something," she said in a high-pitched voice "Its like a earthquake. If you don't do something I won't answer for the consequences! It's been going of every 2 minutes for the last hour, and I can't understand how the fuck you can sleep through It." she hurled the phone over the floor.

It made a beautiful landing next to Rory's foot, and in that exact moment I went of again. As a message came in, Yoda's voice squealed 'message from the dark side, message from the dark side´. Paris looked like she was going to cry.

"It can't be legal, there must be a law against waking people up at 9:30 in the morning on a Sunday. And especially with that kind of ridiculous ring tones. As if it's not bad enough that you have to listen to badly played, monotone versions of ´We wish you a merry Christmas´ and Frosty the Snowman´ every Christmas, now you also have to put up with stupid pop culture references." she growled.

"And a very good morning to you too," Rory said and sniggered "wasn't you going back to bed." she picked up the phone and looked at the display, the number was unknown.

"Shove it" Paris mumbled under her breath. She marched herself back to her room and closed the door loudly.

Rory opened the message Morning love. 'Are we still on for today? Finn´. She had almost forgotten about their plan, but now she quickly sent a message back confirming it. Then she checked the rest of the messages, most of them were from Logan. She chucked the phone on the couch. It was far too early to deal with him now. Paris came back in to the common room, now wearing normal clothes.

"Wanna go out for breakfast?" she said.

"Sure," Rory said and went to get dressed "how long do we have till the dining hall closes?" she yelled through the door

"It did ten minutes ago," Paris shouted back "we're going out."

They went to eat at a bakery just outside the Yale grounds. When they had gotten their Danish and their coffees, and had found a table to sit at, Paris dropped the bomb.

"So what's up with pretty boy?" she asked while she picked at her croissant.

Rory almost choked on the bite of cherry Danish that she had just taken. She was coughing and swallowing away, when Paris continued like nothing had happened.

"I thought that the polite thing to do when asked a question, is to answer it," she said "and you always come across as the polite type."

"Unlike someone we both know." Rory managed to squeeze in between two coughs

Paris just looked at her in that Paris way.

"Anyway," she said, "I asked you a question. What has happened, since he has to leave 25 messages on your phone?"

Rory got back control over her breath, but she didn't answer right away. It wasn't normal that Paris took an interest in other peoples lives, but when she was woken up before noon on a Sunday she apparently did. And then she realized that Paris had checked whom the messages were from.

"You're more than normally rude today," she shot back "did your date with Doyle go sour yesterday?"

"Yes." Paris just stated matter-of-factly "Now it's your turn."

"He went crazy at that party yesterday," she started

"Men tend to do that around you, don't they?" Paris said sarcastically.

"Funny," she returned "I feel like saying you're just jealous´ but that would be a tad to juvenile, right?"

"Right! So what happened?"

"He got jealous. I went to the party with that Robert-guy, and he couldn't take that. I think he was going to hit me but Finn interfered. And that's pretty much it."

"Wow," Paris just said, "that was something. Now wonder about all the messages."

"What about you and Doyle, what happened?"

"Just the usual." Paris said and she knew she didn't have to elaborate, Rory had heard plenty of their arguments to know what she meant, and that it wasn't serious.

They finished their breakfast, only talking about the paper and the articles they were currently working on, and walked back to their dorm. A person was standing in front of the door, and when they walked up to him he turned around. He eyed Rory, and keeping his eyes fixed on her he started to walk towards them. When he came up to them Paris excused herself.

"As much as I would like to see her kick the hell out of you, I think I'd better leave you two to kill each other without witnesses." She looked at Logan warningly "I'm going to come out if I hear any loud noises."

She went into their dorm and closed the door after her with a loud bang.

"She's intimidating," Logan said and gave her a trying smile "doesn't she sometimes scare the life out of you?"

"I've known her for years." She just said.

"I'd still be terrified." He tried to make her laugh, but she wouldn't. "Listen Rory I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything; I was just so pissed of. And really, really drunk. And I know that's not an excuse, but I…" He didn't know what else to say.

She thought about it for a while. And it occurred to her that she really wasn't that angry, she just wasn't interested in him anymore. He didn't give her butterflies anymore, and when she thought about it, he only just did that in the beginning. Just after Dean.

"It's okay," she said "I'm not angry."

He looked so relieved, and he just flung his arms around her and lifted her up. She went stiff as a board, and he felt it too. He put her down and looked at her quizzing.

"I thought you said it was okay?"

"Yes, I'm not angry." she looked at her feet.

"Then what's wrong?" he didn't understand a thing.

"It's over… Between us I mean," she started "I'm not interested in us anymore…"

He just looked at her. Then he slowly turned around and started to walk down the hall, he hung his head, unlike the person that just turned around the corner.

Finn was in a wonderful mood. He had just bought all kinds of junk food, and now he was on his way to Rory's dorm. He was really looking forwards to their day together, he was hoping that it might help him get some clue of what he was feeling. And he was whistling a song from an old musical. He wasn't prepared on what met him as he turned the corner of her hallway. Logan was coming towards him. He looked heartbroken, his head was hanging, and his arms where dangling along his body. He raised his head when he heard Finns whistling. He looked at Finn and then he turned to Rory, then he looked at Finns hands, where he had the bags of food. Then he turned back to Rory.

"Wow," he said, "so this wasn't expected!"

Finn just stood there. He didn't know what to say, and Logan just starred at him. He felt like a child caught with his hand down the cookie jar.

"You move fast, don't you?" Logan shot at Finn, before he moved past him and left them standing there.

After standing there for a moment, Finn finally jerked out of the trance that he was if. He walked down to Rory and gave her a small hug before he smiled at her and giggled.

"Now that wasn't at all weird." he said sarcastically

"Not at all!" She let out a small chuckle. "Come on in."

They went in the room and closed the door behind them. Finn put the bags down on the coffee table, and threw himself on the couch. He was sure glad that he didn't share a room with Logan like he did his first year. Rory sad down in the other end of the couch, she felt really bad for Logan. Apparently he wasn't to cool with the situation. It was surprising to her though, she hadn't expected him to care that much. It wasn't like they were ever serious.

"Are you okay love?" he asked her "If you don't want to do this after all I can go."

She didn't answer him. He waited for a minute.

"Do you want me to go, Kitten?"

"No," she shrugged "its his problem."

She didn't move. He started to feel a bit weird just sitting there. She looked deep in thought, and then she suddenly looked at him.

"Aren't you going to arrange the food?" she grinned, "We don't have all day, you know."

He jumped up and started to produce things out of his bags, while presenting them to her. He had certainly made sure that there was enough food.

"Lets see, we have Chinese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, burgers I even bought sushi, I don't know if you like that;" he looked at her and saw her frown "okay, sushi's out." He went to throw it in the garbage, and when he came back he continued

"Then we have salt and vinegar chips, ding-dongs, malamars, mach mallows, and an assortment of different chocolates and vine gums."

He looked out over the table for a minute, moved around on a couple of things, and then looked at her very seriously.

"Do you think we have enough, doll? Maybe we should call for a pizza."

She shrugged and maintained her serious look.

"Honestly, I could go for some pizza right now."

Finn looked completely surprised, then he seized the nearest pillow and threw it in her face. She replicated his surprised look, but quickly regained her focus. And after a couple of seconds it had developed into a wild pillow fight, that kept going till Paris came out of her room and threw a fit because they had knocked over her sewing kit.