AN: Sorry about the mess I made of the alerts, I didn't realize that I could just replace contents... I know now... Hope it is more readable now that there are less mistakes...

By the way, if you like unconventional couples, and you might since you're reading a Rory/Finn story, I have written four Ramble On-fics (RoryDave), please go check them out, they're all oneshots, so you won't have to wait for my slow updates;-)…

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

Over the next couple of days the tension in the YDN-newsroom seemed to grow thick enough to cut through. Paris looked more and more like she was falling apart, and the real disaster happened when Doyle was picked up by a pretty, redheaded girl Thursday night. Apparently not noticing the article Paris had just left him on his desk for Fridays paper, he kissed the girl on the cheek, and sent the paper of to the printer before leaving. Paris' article however was still lying untouched on his desk. Rory sighed loudly when she noticed the expression on her friends face.

"Come on Paris, there's nothing we can do about it now. Let's go home."

"He just left it there." Paris voice lacked all it's usual bravado "Didn't even look at it. And did you see that girl? Do you think she'll please 'daddy'?"

Rory couldn't help the little smile that settled on her lips.

"Honestly, I think 'daddy' choose her. And that never turns out good, trust me!"

That comment made Paris give her a weak smile, and after gathering up their things, the two girls quietly left the newsroom, and headed home to their dorm. Opening the door, the first thing they laid their eyes on was Finn and Colin in the couch, and Logan, who was seated in the chair at the end of the table. Rory had been thrilled after Finn had told her about the boys wanting to pull a prank on Doyle, but mainly because that meant him having to speak to Logan again. So far, it had gone well. Today Logan was clearly trying to stay, pretty much anyways, out of Finn's way, but in the minute the girls stepped in Finn spoke directly to him.

"What do you think Logan, could that work?"

Everything fell completely quiet, and for a second it was possible to hear Rory's alarm clock ticking away in the next room. Logan cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yeah," he nodded again, and Rory had to fight the giggles that threatened to erupt from her "it sounds like a really good idea Finn."

Colin let out a relieved sigh, and Logan finally noticed the girls in the door. He nodded his head towards them to alert the others, before he greeted them.

"Rory," he turned to Paris "Bride of Frankenstein, how are you an this lovely day?"

Rory held her breath, not quite sure how Paris would take this, normally very common, greeting from Logan. Paris tilted her head a little and shot him her prettiest smile, and with almost stoic calmness she looked from one of the guys to the other, starting with Logan.

"Spawn of Satan, Aussie-boy, Faithful side-kick fancy meeting you here. Now, please excuse me, the stench in here is simply too foul for me to take."

She stomped across the common room and slammed her door so hard after her, that it looked like it would fall of its hinges. The expression of Logan's face was priceless. He looked like a four-year-old, who had done something wrong, but didn't really know what it was. Shaking his head, he looked like he was about to say something, when Rory cut him off.

"He was picked up by a girl," she lowered her voice "a real pretty one too. But she did look kinda bored with the whole thing."

"Probably someone his dad got to go out with him." Logan remarked, his voice loaded with contempt.

"That's what I said!" Rory laughed.

Logan looked at Paris' door with fear written on his face. They were all quiet for a couple of seconds, and then he sighed loudly.

"I guess I'd better go talk to her," He said.

"You think that's a good idea?" Finn said, his voice a little frosty.

"I want to apologize."

He shot Finn a stubborn look. A surprised look spread across Finn's face, and then he slumped further down into the couch.

"We'll call the police if you aren't out in twenty minutes." He looked amused.

"How kind of you," Logan frowned, but didn't really look angry "that'll give her plenty of time to flee the scene."

He walked across the room and knocked silently on Paris' door. At first there was no answer, but then Paris' distinctly angry voice was heard asking who ever were out there to p..s off. Logan shot them a worried look, but opened the door anyways. He seemed to say something to Paris while he was still standing in the doorway, and after a minute he walked into the room and closed the door after him. The three left in the common room looked at each other surprised.

"Did that really happen?" Colin was the first to regain his composure.

"I'm not sure," Rory smiled "I might need to see it again in slow-motion."

"To bad we didn't tape it," Colin got up from the couch "I'd better go and talk to Rosemary, and ask if she'll help us."

The boys both got up from the couch. Colin padded Finn on the back and winked at Rory before he left. Finn closed the door after him. He walked over behind Rory, who had gotten comfortable in the recliner, and gently started rubbing her shoulders, making her hum in pleasure.

"You know, I've missed you today." He mumbled very close to her ear, so close that his breath tickled her neck, and send tinkles down her spine. "It's been a long eight hours."

She smiled at his words, and slowly got up from her chair. She turned towards him, and kissed him, but withdrew far too quickly for his taste. Instead she walked over and claimed Colin's seat in the couch.

"You know, my ex is in the next room." She smiled "My ex, and your best friend, whom you only just started to talk too again. Maybe we should… step softly for the time being."

Finn groaned, but realized that she was right. He put on a movie, and joined her in the couch, waiting for Logan to come back out of Paris' room. Three and a half hours and two movies went by, before they started to really worry. There had been no noticeable noises from Paris' room, but Logan hadn't come out either. Rory had an early morning the next day, so they agreed to go to bed, letting Logan fend for himself. After all, he himself had chosen to risk going into her room.

The next morning Rory woke up smiling, wrapped closely in Finn's arms. She had been so happy these last months with Finn, and the fact that him and Logan had patched up, and seemed to have gotten over the fight, made her even happier. She snaked out of Finn's arms, without waking him up, and located her pink and yellow 'Hello Kitty'-pajamas on the floor next to the bed. She got dressed in it, and slipped out of the room as quietly as she could. She walked over to the kitchenette, and started a pot of coffee and found a box of Pop tarts in the cupboard. She sat down on one of their stools, and waited for the coffee, her eyes glued to the coffeemaker. That was she had her eyes glued to the coffeemaker, until she heard the noise of Paris' door opening. And almost died of shock…

"I'll see you later," he mumbled and kissed her very gently on the cheek.

She could hear Paris answering something from behind the door, and he chuckled. He turned around, and his chocolate-colored eyes locked with her blue. He knocked on Paris' door without turning from her. Paris came to the door, and all he did was point at Rory, who was still lost for words. Paris nodded and Logan smiling at her left their dorm, leaving Paris to explain. she turned to Rory.

"Would you do something with that Pop tart," Rory realized she still had afore mentioned Pop tart hanging halfway between the table and her mouth. "You look like an idiot."

Rory lowered the Pop tart, and watched as Paris walked over to the kitchenette, and poured two cups of coffee. She took a sip from one of them, and put the other down in front of Rory.

"I'm sorry," Paris started "I'm aware that there is some sort of dating-code saying that you should restrain from dating your friends exes, but knowing Louise and Mads, you should realize that it's not something I'd know much about."

Rory just smiled, and looked at her with her head tilted to one side.

"Nothing happened you know," Paris blurted out in self-defense "we were only talking, and then we fell asleep. I don't even know why he kissed me."

Rory still kept quiet.

"Rory, really," Paris started to look slightly panicked "I'm not lying to you, I could never do that. Really, nothing happened. I cried, he comforted me, we talked and then we fell asleep."

Rory broke into a wide grin.

"You like him, don't you?"

Paris scowled.

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do. You like him." Rory smirked and added "I thought that he was just a pretty boy with a silver spoon showed up his ass."

"Well," Paris blushed "maybe I was wrong about him. But I'm not lying, nothing happened, I promise."

"It's okay," Rory smiled at her warmly "you do whatever you want with Logan, I don't think that rule applies when we never really dated."

Paris relaxed visually, and sat down on the other stool, accepting the Pop tart Rory offered her. They talked, while they ate, or more correctly, Rory coaxed Paris into telling her about what had happened the night before. As it turned out, Paris had been crying over Doyle when Logan came in, and with him being so nice to her, she had ended up crying over all inhibitions she had ever had about herself. She had fallen asleep, with her head on his shoulder, and he hadn't wanted to wake her up by moving. As Rory got up from her stool to go take a shower, Paris did something very unlike Paris, she got up too and she hugged Rory.

"Thank you," Paris whispered in her ear, and before she knew it, Paris had escaped back into the safety of her room.

Rory just looked after her, and shook her head. That girl was definitely troubled.