A/N: So, how about not updating for several months? Sorry about that. To tell you the truth, I lost inspiration and became swept up in the whole Twilight universe (as you may see from my other stories) and well...this story kind of died. Well, it is alive and well again! I missed the ROGAN banter (although I have been told that I infuse that into my Twilight stories) and so I decided to take this one up again. I hope you like it :-)
The Last Time I Saw Paris
A girl had never affected Logan like Rory and it was definitely something to get used to.
He was the perpetual bachelor and it was a title that he was comfortable with.
Girls came and went, a new one slipping into his robe for over night guests as quickly as a hand slipping into a glove.
They slipped out just as quickly, too.
He was content with being unattached. He was never one who was fixated on one girl. Girls in general, yes, but never a particular one.
And then he ran into Rory and her mother on that bus.
He was hooked from the moment he heard her voice and the fact that she had remembered to stash brochures and pretzels in her bag and yet had no idea what stop to get off on. He had been entranced by her initial shyness and then even more so when she came out of her shell.
He had fallen for her and for a reason that he couldn't fathom she ended up falling for him, too.
They were in his dorm room, a tangled mess on his bed. His lips were hot on her neck as he asked her for the third time to go with him to Martha's Vineyard. He had been asking the entire week and each time he begged she would tell him no.
"It will be hell without you," he told her, nipping at her neck in a way that he knew made her tremble. "An entire weekend with my family. Please come."
"I have newspaper stuff with Paris this weekend. Plus, I have homework," she explained, rubbing his arm casually with her fingers. "Besides, I don't think your family is too fond of me."
"Honor loves you."
"Okay, everyone besides Honor."
"Ace," he sighed, taking her face in his hands. She tried to move away but she stopped when he gently caressed her face with his thumbs. "Tell me you will come. I promise to make it the best weekend of your eighteen years of living."
"I don't doubt that," she told him, stealing a quick kiss. "I still can't go."
"Is this really about your homework?" Logan asked. "You know, I can hire someone to do that."
"Not funny," she said dryly, "I know you can pay anyone to do anything. I happen to like doing homework, Logan."
"Impossible," he scoffed.
"No, not impossible," she retorted with an easy grin. "Now, repeat after me. Rory Gilmore is not going to Martha's Vineyard."
"Okay, Rory Gilmore is going to Martha's Vineyard."
Rory sighed and said, "You're relentless; you know that, right?"
"Guilty as charged," he teased, returning his mouth to her neck. "I guess I will just have to persuade you to come. Think I can do it?"
"I am not so easily wooed, Huntzberger," she teased, pulling herself up so that she was seated on the bed. "I have become immune to your charms."
"Never," he gasped.
"Sorry," she shrugged, "it has happened."
"I guess I'll just have to try some new tricks," he said huskily, his hand pushing up the thin material of her shirt.
"Logan," she sighed, pushing his hand away.
"What? You're the one who said I needed to do more to convince you," he teased.
"I changed my mind."
"Come to Martha's Vineyard."
"Stop asking," she told him in the same tone.
He sighed and kissed her shoulder. "Fine, I will stop."
"Thank you."
"One more time?"
She laughed and stood up, grabbing her coat from off the floor. "I have to go."
"Already? You've only been here for a few minutes."
"More like a few hours," she told him with a grin.
"Lies, all lies," he refuted, standing up and wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned her head to kiss his neck lightly, murmuring, "I have to leave. Paris is waiting."
"You just killed the mood," Logan mumbled, scrunching his nose.
"We're working on an article with Madeline and Louise and she is very particular with time. Do you really want to be the reason that Paris kills me?"
"Maybe you shouldn't go," he advised, still holding on to her as she slipped her shoes on. "Paris does not sound very stable."
"Since when is Paris ever stable?"
"She sounds particularly dangerous," he said.
"Nah, her volatile nature is just a character trait."
"So, you really are leaving?" He said, turning her around so that his lips could gently graze her pert nose.
"Yes, I am."
"Okay," he sighed, "drive safe."
"I will," she chirped, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Have fun at Martha's Vineyard."
"You are cruel," he called out as she left. "Very, very cruel."
"Six minutes late," Paris said as Rory walked in, glancing down at her watch for added emphasis.
"There was traffic," Rory explained.
"You should have left earlier, then. We are working on a short time frame here, Gilmore. Damn traffic, we need everyone to be on time."
"Madeline and Louise aren't even here yet," Rory argued.
"You're supposed to be the responsible one," she stated. "I expect this from Madeline and Louise, not you."
"Whatever," Rory sighed, sitting down. "Why don't we start now and then fill Madeline and Louise in when they get here?"
"How about we don't?" Paris retorted. "This is supposed to be a group effort, Gilmore. We can't start without them."
"Fine, then we'll just sit here."
"Yes, we will."
A half hour later Madeline and Louise still had not showed up and Paris was becoming increasingly irritated. She had taken up pacing and walked back and forth across the length of the newsroom, muttering under her breath.
"Paris, let's just start."
"They should be here."
"But, they're clearly not."
"Thanks, Dr. Obvious," Paris snapped.
"Can we please just start this? I have things to do," Rory huffed.
"Oh, like what? Go bask in your awesomeness with your little society boyfriend?"
"Paris, you are especially volatile today," Rory muttered, recrossing her legs.
"Well, that's what happens when people show up late," she said pointedly.
"Paris, I'm the one here!" Rory told her, standing up in indignation. "Would you stop berating me?"
"Rory, why are you so snippy today? Did some of the townies say mean things? I hear they can be very catty."
"You know what, Paris," Rory began, beginning to put her coat on, "I don't have to deal with this."
"Wait, hold on, what are you doing?"
"Putting my coat on," Rory said with exaggerated cheer, "See, one arm in and then the other. Next, I am going to walk out of here and you can deal with this article on your own since, clearly, you are the only one cares about this article."
"Rory, come back here!" Paris cried out as Rory stormed out. "This article is important!"
"So is my sanity," Rory mumbled, pulling out her phone to find a text message waiting for her. She saw it was from Logan and a slow smile spread on her face as she read his message.
I know I said I wouldn't ask you again, but this differing venue serves as a loophole.
Come to Martha's Vineyard.
Hm.
"Mate, Martha's Vineyard is death spelled with more letters," Finn slurred, watching Logan put the finishing touches on his suitcase.
"And different ones," Logan added.
"Actually, all the letters in death can be found in Martha's Vineyard," Colin piped in. "Finn is right for once."
"I am," Finn announced, his eyes going wide as he replied, "I must need more alcohol."
"That's it, Finn," Colin said dryly. "Go drink away the last bit of wit you have left in you."
"That is the plan, mate," Finn retorted, pouring himself a glass of Jack Daniels.
"So, Reporter Girl refused to go?" Colin asked knowingly, catching onto Logan's sour mood.
"Her name is Rory," he shot back.
"Yeah, so?"
Logan sighed and said, "Yeah, she wouldn't go."
"Damn, you're getting soft Huntz. I don't think anyone has ever survived your charm."
"Well, she's special," Logan replied, smiling a bit.
"Please wipe that stupid ass smile off of your face," Colin complained. "I'll take your pissy mood over that smile any day."
"She's really something, Colin," Logan said, feeling his bad mood dissipating. "She is unbelievable."
"We know," Colin said, nodding widely, "hence the whole girlfriend thing."
"And the talking about her non-stop thing," Stephanie chirped. "But I find it kind of cute."
"When did you get here?" Colin asked.
"While you two were having your Dr. Phil worthy conversation," she told them, smiling. "It always touches my hear to see two guys going at it like girls."
"Bad, bad images," Colin said, shaking his head while Finn boisterously declared, "Good, good images."
"I think it is cute that you miss her so much," Stephanie assured Logan, hitting his arm gently. "It shows you're not as cold hearted as we all thought."
"Thanks, Steph," he replied dryly.
There was a knock on the door and while Finn lunged forward (no one in the room knew why, but they didn't pay attention either) Logan got there first and pried it open to find Rory with a cumbersome piece of luggage.
Biting back a grin he asked her, "Planning on going somewhere, Ace?"
"Yeah, this Martha's Vineyard," she replied soberly. Smiling slightly she said, "I hear there's this really cute guy there."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, this Colin kid. I hear he's pretty fantastic."
"Hey, that's me!" Colin called from the back.
Logan moved forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "What made you change your mind?"
"You wanted me to be there," she said simply.
"And?"
She grinned and added, "Plus I sort of got in a fight with Paris and dropped the assignment."
"I like when you drop assignments."
"So," Rory said, kicking her luggage so it shifted over onto the wheels, "let's get this show on the road. I have a clam bake to go to."
"A clam bake?" Logan asked with a grin.
She nodded and replied, "Isn't that what you do at Martha's Vineyard?"
Logan chuckled, murmuring, "You are going to be a lot of fun this weekend, Ace."
A/N: So......thoughtss?
Next chapter will be Martha's Vineyard and I believe that hilarity will ensue.
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