The Vineyard 6: Chickens raining from green skies

A huge thanks to AminalLuv for telling me how to post this. Fanfic wasnt being nice about uploading new chapters at all. I've been trying since yesterday.

AN: Ok, so I am fully aware over the fact that I stink! I suck! I promised you a quick update…and I don't follow through. Mean Caroline, Mean! Ieva…thanks for hitting me in the head every now and then so I would write this and not one of the new ideas that keep popping into my head. I want to thank some of my readers too, Hales03, iheartLoVe07 and roryandlogan. You guys all gave me a little kick in the butt to get this chappie finished so…tada! Here it is. I hope it was worth it, and as a little treat this chappie is longer than any of the others.

No I don't own this…although I would be really happy if I could buy the rights AND keep all the actors. There would be a lot more Rogan action if I could ;P

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Rory shot up in bed and knocked over an empty bowl in the process. The sound of the bowl hitting the floor was almost deafening in the quiet night. She groaned and looked around the dark room. The moonlight shone through the open window, and a warm breeze from the sea made the thin white curtains dace. She glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table; 3.05. What had actually happened last night? Movies, and candy that much was obvious…but what else? Getting out of bed she tiptoed over to the open window and sat down in the window sill. The beach looked almost magical in the dim moonlight and she let out a little sigh. Everything was so vivid in her mind. The jellyfish, the eel, the kiss…smiling she traced the outline of her lips. The tingle was still there, but was it real? She had had crazier dreams than this; talking animals, chickens raining from green skies and her mother skiing down the stairs at the mall. On a second thought…the last one hadn't been a dream and had resulted in a broken finger and a very angry security guard. This however…felt real and dreamlike at the same time. Maybe this was what Sookie had tried to explain that time when she told her about her crush on Leif Garrett. "I fantasized about kissing him so much that at some point I really thought I did" the words echoed through her head. Was this was this was? An illusion? A fantasy? "I can still feel his lips on mine" Shaking her head she walked back to the bed and flopped down, burying her head in the soft pillow. When did life get so complicated? She rolled over on her back and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, but it didn't come. The old trees sighed with the weight of the soft wind. Far below she could hear the quiet surging of the waves as they hit shore, and the ticking of the clock on the wall was everything but soothing. Every little sound was distracting. Letting out a frustrated groan she covered her face with the spare pillow. If sleep wouldn't come to her…then she just had to find it herself.

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"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore! What are you still doing in bed? And what is this mess?"

Rory shot up in bed and immediately regretted opening her eyes. Apparently the oh so lovable curtains were no longer blocking the bright sun from entering her room.

"Grandma…please close the curtains again"

"Nonsense! It's a beautiful day."

"It's too bright"

"If you got up at a reasonable hour it wouldn't be too bright. Now go get dressed. Brunch is ready in 30 minutes."

Groaning Rory fell back among the pillows. It was just too early to deal with Emily Gilmore.

"Rory!"

"Ok, ok I'm getting I'm going" Rory said defeated as she dragged herself out of bed. Why did her grandmother have to be so evil? She had never done anything to get on her bad side had she? Shaking her head she walked over the closet and pulled out a pair of capri-pants and a cute tank top. Hopefully a shower and a cute outfit would make it easier to face a certain blond haired boy who had managed to turn her life upside down in a matter of days.

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Rory nodded her head for what seemed like the thousand time as Emily went on and on about how Missy Goldberg had left her husband for the gardener's son. She had never thought she would meet someone who could give Miss Patty a run for her money, but Emily Gilmore sure was close. Never in her life had she heard so many stories about affairs, pregnancies, divorces and marriages. High society wasn't as perfect as they wanted people to believe. Suddenly Rory's phone started buzzing in her pocket, and she kicked the table unintentionally.

"Rory!"

"Sorry Grandma…"

"Where are your manners today? You get up late; your room looks like it was hit by a tornado and now you kick the table. I thought you knew better"

"I'm sorry Grandma; I'll clean up the mess in my room"

"Nonsense, the maid takes care of the mess. It's her job." Confused Rory took a sip of her coffee. What was the big problem if the maid was going to clean it up anyways? Emily loved to boss her maids around. With a little sigh she put her coffee cup on the table again. She would never understand her grandmother's mind.

Sneaking her hand into her pocket she grabbed her phone and opened it on her lap.

Hey Ace, Meet me on the beach in 10. Logan

She read the message once more and bit her lip. If she didn't show up he would just climb through her window…if she did show up…she had to face him sooner than she wanted too. What to do?

"Rory is something wrong?"

"Huh?"

"Is something wrong?"

"No, why?"

"Suddenly your lap seems highly interesting. What do you have there?" Emily asked and peaked under the table. "Rory…it's not polite to use your phone during a meal."

"I know, but I got a text, and…I'm sorry"

"Well you might as well answer now" Emily said with a frown. Rory sighed, now she had to answer.

Ok, see you in a bit. Rory.

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Rory took of her sandals and let her feet dive into the hot sand. She wasn't sure why, but for some reason the feeling of hot sand between her toes always made her smile. There was something perfect and paradise like about white sandy beaches. The sea was calm and quiet, only letting out a little sigh when the warm breeze got a hold of it, pushing it against the rocks. Smiling she walked down to the shore and let the lukewarm water wash over her feet. Sun beams were dancing across the water surface, making the whole sea sparkle.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Startled she turned around and looked straight at an amused looking Logan. How long had she been standing there? More important; how long had he been standing there?

" Logan…Hi"

"Hi. What's on your mind Ace? You seemed to be miles away" he said and sat down in the sand. Fighting a blush she sat down next to him.

"Nothing…just watching the sea"

"It's pretty isn't it?"

"Yeah it is" she said and turned her head to look at him. He was looking out over the sea just like she had been doing only minutes before. His skin was slightly tanned, and his hair blonder than the first time she saw him. Something else was different too though, he looked…softer; more at ease. With a little smile she tucked a few curls behind her ear. She had no idea what was going on between them, but whatever it was it felt right.

"Studying me Ace?" Logan asked and moved closer. Too close. What was he doing? Trying to kiss her? Rory started to panic as his lips came closer, she didn't even know why she was freaking out. He had kissed her last night, hadn't he? In a moment of total confusion she did the only thing she could think of. She slapped his cheek.

"What was THAT for?" Logan yelled and rubbed his cheek.

"I don't know…you tried to kiss me"

"And? You didn't complain on our swimming adventure last night…what changed?"

"Oh…right…sorry" Rory mumbled looking down. Not a dream…it was obviously not a dream. She could feel her cheeks heat up, and didn't even try to fight it.

"Ouch…"

"Sorry…I'm really sorry" she said and looked up to meet his eyes. Logan shook his head. What had gotten into her? Did she regret everything that happened last night? No…that couldn't be it could it? She had kissed him multiple times…even kissed him goodnight.

"Rory what's going on?"

"It's stupid…you're going to think I'm so stupid"

"Rory…"

"I didn't remember ok…" she said and buried her head in her hands. Logan raised his eyebrows. She didn't remember? Were his kisses that forgettable?

"I woke up in the middle of the night, and had no idea if I dreamt everything, or if it really happened. There you go…see its stupid, silly, idiotic, embarrassing, foolish, ridicules and absurd! I mean come on! Do I have a short term memory loss or something? No wait don't answer that! I'm mean and cruel and childish and I should remember and I slapped you! I SLAPPED you! How could I do that? You should just walk away and forget all about me. I mean I…"

"For gods sake take a breath!" Logan exclaimed. How long could this girl go without oxygen?

"Ok breathing now"

"Good…for a moment there I though you would pass out" he said with a smirk. She glared back, her cheeks still red and her eyes sparkling. She was beautiful. For the first time in his life he was actually glad the gang wasn't with him. He had always been one of those boys who cared a lot about his reputation, and he was sure that if the gang had seen him now he would've had to do a lot of explaining. Logan Huntzberger didn't befriend girls, he dated them. At the moment he wasn't sure what category Rory fitted into, but somewhere in the back of his mind there was a little voice that told him that this girl might need a new category.

"You're not mad?" she asked hesitantly. Grinning he leaned forward.

"Nope, not mad"

"You sure?"

"Rory…" he said and put his finger under her chin, making her look at him again. For a moment he fought the urge to laugh. The look on her face mirrored the one Steph had gotten when he caught her in his pirate costume when they were 10.

"I'm not mad ok? It's kinda funny actually. What made you doubt it happened?"

"Mom has this friend, well best friend actually; I guess she's like my aunt. Her name's Sookie and she is the best cook in the country! Her food is just so MMM, and she can…"

"Ace…rambling"

"Sorry…well anyways; she had this crush when she was in high school. His name was Leif Garret. Sookie used to have all these fantasies about him; kissing him, hugging him, holding his hand, that kind of things. At some point the fantasies were so clear in her head that she really thought she did"

"So you were having fantasies about me?" Logan asked with a smirk.

"Why can't you just sit back and listen to a story like a normal person?" she asked with a frown.

" Normal's boring, normal's overrated."

"Oh yeah, cause you're so special" she answered sarcastically and let herself fall back in the soft sand. Logan laughed and followed suit.

For a moment they just looked up at the clouds as they drifted by, both lost in their own thoughts.

" Logan!"

"Hmm?"

"There's something crawling on my foot!"

Logan lifted his head and glanced down at her bare feet. Grinning he sat up and brushed the sand off his hands.

"Don't worry it's just a sand crab"

"A WHAT?!" she screamed and shot up.

"A crab"

"Well why don't you take it away?!" she asked in a high pitched, half panicked voice. Logan laughed and grabbed the crab.

"All gone"

"I don't like the beach anymore" she said and got up. "The whole 'great outdoors' has a plot against me. I'm sure of it. Did I ever tell you about the beetle incident of 93? Or the spider one of 96? I swear on Greg and coffee…" she muttered as she started to walk away. Logan laughed and ran after her.

"Greg?" he asked.

"Coffee maker"

"Right" Coffee; the elixir of life. He should have known. It was after all what kept her running.

"The great outdoors…the great outdoors they call it" she muttered to herself. Logan frowned when he saw the seagull above them. This was not going to end pretty.

"Hey Ace…"

"What?" she asked just as the seagull took a dive towards them. Rory screamed when the large bird flew over her head.

"Watch out…" Logan deadpanned a few seconds too late.

"See?! It's an evil conspiracy!"

"I think she's just protecting her nest Ace"

"No she's not! It's a conspiracy!"

"Lets get you inside" Logan said with a little smile and grabbed her hand, guiding her towards the ladder. She climbed up first, carefully searching the sky for evil birds. He followed close behind and soon she was back in her room. Logan however, got his sock caught on a nail and once again landed on the floor.

"You know…you really need to perfect that move. I think you could earn money as soon as you make it look like it doesn't hurt at all" she laughed and held out her hand.

"Oh be quiet" he said and gave her hand a yank, making her lose her balance and join him on the floor.

"Ouch"

"Sorry" he said and leaned over her; placing one hand on each side of her shoulders.

"Hi…" she whispered.

"Hi" carefully he moved his head closer; lips tingling in anticipation of what was to come. She didn't slap him this time. This time she let their lips dance as fireworks exploded between them. He traced the outline of her lower lip with his tongue, and she opened her mouth; inviting him in. shifting his weight slightly he made the desk chair tip over with a loud thud

"Shh, grandma can hear you"

"I don't care"

"Well if you want to know when our wedding date is, and how many children we'll have then sure" she smirked.

"Quiet it is" he said before his lips found hers again.

AN: There it is people. Hope you all liked it, and please don't leave without a review. They all inspire me, and help getting these chapters out sooner.

Now I'm not gonna promise anything, but hopefully the next chapter will be out a lot sooner. And if you think it takes too long. Just give me a kick in the butt. :P

Caroline