Title When Push Comes to Shove, You Go SPLAT

Beta Christine I love you hun…you're awesome

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, even though it would be totally awesome if I did. I can imagine myself walking around the set, talking it up with Alexis and Matt. Wouldn't that be a dream. And Luke's diner would be a little different. Two words: Glitter Menus!

Summery: Post Not as cute as pushkin It all started with a simple marriage prank. But what was once a harmless prank turns competitive when neither Rory nor Logan are willing to let each other win. How far are they willing to go before the other one cracks? Well, as far as they need to.

A/N Hey all…My life has been absolutely crazy lately. I have been so busy, that I haven't even been able to think about writing. Sorry for the delay. The update for Flaskbacks should be up pretty soon. Give me a couple of days and check my profile for updates! Thanks for being sooo patient.

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He's Getting Better

Logan closed his eyes and tried to pretend that none of this was happening. He tried to forget the fact that he was in his large dorm room with about ninety of his closest friends, who were some of the biggest gossipers in school, with bright lime green hair and eyebrows. He tried to ignore the nagging feeling that he had really been gotten good by the girl standing right next to him. And he even tried to overlook the fact that his best friend Finn was grinning as madly as a chasseur cat, with an arm stretched out, a glass of wine ready, hoping to make a speech. He noticed how the room, once loud and cheerful, soon grew quiet and uncomfortable. They were all staring at him. It wasn't even like the polite occasional glance, but the full on rude "I'm watching you" kind of staring.

"Oh God." He grumbled under his breath, looking to the ground.

"Happy Engagement, Mate!" a familiar Aussie called out to break the silence.

"Is this a surprise engagement party?" Rory asked, trying to act surprised.

"Very funny, Ace. It's down right hah hah hilarious. In fact, it's just as funny as when I stick your bra in the freezer and blame it on Finn." He mumbled so only she could hear.

"What's up with your hair?" A bubbly girl asked as she sipped her champagne.

"Yeah man, what's with the lime green?" Another person asked.

"Fashion Statement. All the Asian monks are doing it." Logan said dryly.

"Well this everybody, is a lame excuse for a party if you ask me." Finn slurred, a little tipsy.

"That, my friend, is correct." Logan said grabbing Rory's arm.

"Mingle." He told the guests, waving his hands about.

He pulled Rory into his room and closed the door behind them. He then plopped her on the bed and sat down beside her.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Logan stated calmly, looking over at the brunette.

"The better question is, do you think you can handle it?" She challenged, smiling sweetly back at him.

"Oh I know I can handle it. In fact, I know I'm going to win."

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"Because you can't resist me. I'll get you to slip and tell someone about, you know, what we're doing."

"Ha! That'll be the day."

"Are you saying that you're not completely smitten with my good looks and charm yet?"

"The day I fall in love with you, is the day I will prance around in a thong and furry bra with a top hat, singing memory. It aint gunna happen."

"Oh we'll see about that." Logan smirked.

The door opened and a blond, 20 year old female peeped her head in.

"Oops, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt…"

"No Steph, its fine. We were just talking." Logan interrupted, sounding somewhat guilty.

"So, is it true? Are you guys really…engaged?" She asked disbelievingly.

"Uh…" Logan said looking at Rory, who smirked back at him.

"Uh, yeah we are." Logan told her as he forced a smile.

"Are you serious? Wow, I mean really, wow! I can't believe it."

"Yeah, neither can I." Rory murmured.

"I mean, it has been the talk of the school. But I thought they were all rumors. I just wow."

"Yep." Logan confirmed

"So are you guys gunna, or did you, tell your parents yet?"

Rory and Logan looked at each other with a hint of alarm in their eyes. They didn't expect or think rather, that their families would find out. Maybe they hadn't thought this through enough.. Well no turning back now.

"We'll tell them sooner or later. We just got engaged after all." Rory stumbled out.

"Yeah, too soon for anything like that." Logan said clearing his throat.

Outside, they heard a couple of guys shout "Stephanie" which caught the three's attention.

"Oops, I guess that's my cue to go. You guys get back to whatever you two were doing." She said winking.

Stephanie turned around and strolled out the door, closing it behind her.

Just as she left, Logan got a brilliant idea, or at least to him it was. If Rory was going to play hardball and dig his weakness for his appearance out, then he would gladly return the favor. Meanwhile, Rory stood up and began to look around Logan's dark blue rectangular room.

"So, we should really talk more about what you're going to do for me when I win. Furry Bra, did you say?"

"Oh Logan, you're still holding on to the one little hope that I'm going to fall for you. I hate to hurt you're ego when I win. Well, actually scratch that. I would love to hurt you're ego. Pop it with a nice sharp pin that I'd like to call defeat."

"Well, aren't we the little scheming one." The Huntzberger, with his hands in his pockets, snorted as he slowly got up from the bed and started to walk closer to her.

"Yes, I do have my moments." She laughed, her back toward him looking at the pictures on the wall.

"I mean I would hate to see what you had in store for me if you actually did hate me." He smiled, continuing up to her until they were just inches apart.

"And how do you know I don't…"Rory laughed, whipping around only to be surprised by the young Huntzberger so close in proximity.

"…hate you." She finished in a

whisper barely making it out.

"Oh, I could be wrong." He growled into her ear.

"hum…"she sighed, feeling her heart speed up.

"Or, I could be right. What do you think?" He whispered, still into her now hot ear.

The sensation of his breath on her skin made her breath more rapid and she tried desperately to control it, but nothing was working. Logan slowly moved his lips so that they were so close that she felt his warmth radiating on her, but not close enough to touch her skin.

"But, you're going to win, right? Cuz I have absolutely no effect on you whatsoever." He hummed.

Rory swallowed hard. She tried to think, but her mind was just not functioning properly. The mix of his burning skin and intoxicating smell of his cologne made her helpless and that scarred her.

Suddenly, Logan moved away from her as quickly as he had come, and walked towards the door.

"We should really get back to the party. After all, it is for us." He said nonchalantly.

"Uhh, yeah." Rory said in a fog, her heart still beating quickly.

She walked up to him somewhat confused and he just grinned back at her. It was then that she realized what he was doing.

Oh he was good. Damn he was getting better. But there was no way on earth that he was going to get the best of her. No Way in heck. Right?