Title: Love or Something Like It

Ch. 1: Well I'm Not the Easter Bunny

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, or it's characters. Anything you recognize I don't own.

A/N: this is my first G Girls fic. It is a Sophie fic, obviously. Give it a chance and then tell me how I did at the bottom. Keep in mind this is only the first chapter. Logan's thoughts are in italics.

Logan rolled over in the morning. Instinctively his arms wrapped around the figure slumbering next to him. She stirred a bit and opened her eyes. "Morning," she whispered.

"Good morning, Ace," he replied as she slipped her arms around his waist, snuggling closer.

"What time is your first class?" she asked.

"What day is it?" he asked his brain a little foggy.

"Tuesday," she replied.

"I don't have class until ten," he replied. "What about you?"

"Nine," she sighed. All of a sudden she sat up, and asked, "What time is it?"

"Eight," he replied, looking over at his night table.

"Oh, my god, I have to go," she said, getting up and rushing around the room picking up her clothes and getting dressed. "I have to change, and shower, and get coffee, and have a paper printed, and do a bit of study review before class," she ranted.

"Ace, calm down. I washed those clothes you left here a few days ago, you know where the shower is, we can get you coffee on the way to the Newspaper office, and you have your backpack, so everything is ok. I bet if you ask nicely, Colin will let you go first in the shower. Just relax," he replied, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

"Well, you better be careful, mister. You are acting very boyfriendy, and you aren't boyfriend material, if I remember correctly. Soon, I may even have to ask where we are going and what you want out of a relationship," she joked, as Logan rummaged through a drawer for her clothes.

"Aren't you running late?" he reminded her, handing her the clothes.

"Ah," she intoned loudly, running out of the room and towards the shower in the other room.

'She's right you know,' he berated himself in his head, going around the room, picking stuff up and changing, waiting for to get out of the shower. 'Now is usually the time you would be finding ways to distance yourself. But not with this girl. There is just something about her. She makes you feel something no one else has ever been able to make you feel, doesn't she?' he asked himself. 'She makes forever seem like too short a stretch a time, because it would take longer to figure out how she thinks. You are now faced with an interesting conundrum, because you don't want to hurt her, but you think it might hurt you to be away from her. Then there is also the fact that your parents would actually approve of her, but she is not one of those high society air head trophy wives. She is her own person and she knows it. She doesn't treat you differently because you are Logan Huntzberger, son of the Mitchum Huntzberger. To her you are just Logan. But is it really fair to either of you to pretend that there is nothing more between you when there so clearly is? Do you want to? You have never loved a girl, but this is the closest you have ever come. Are you sure you want to go this far? Are you-'

"She fits, doesn't she?" Colin interrupted his thoughts as he came into the room.

"Who fits where?" Logan asked, feigning a confused tone.

"Reporter Girl. She fits with you. In your life, your world, however you want to put it, she belongs, she fits," Colin re-emphasized.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Colin," Logan attempted to brush him off.

"Liar," Colin accused teasingly. "If she doesn't fit," Colin continued, "then why did she just literally knock me out of the way on the way into the bathroom?"

"Because she is running late," Logan replied as casually as he could.

"And why is she running late?" Colin pressed.

"Because we slept in because I didn't know to set the alarm for her," Logan shrugged.

"And why did it not matter that the alarm was not set for her?" Colin asked.

"Because she slept over," Logan responded.

"Oh, really, you don't say, how many nights in a row does that make that now?" Colin asked.

"I'm not really sure, I haven't been counting," Logan dodged the question.

"You are lying again, but I will tell you. She has slept over every night for two weeks," Colin informed him.

"That is not true, it has only been eleven days," Logan responded before realizing he was falling into a trap. He groaned when he realized and turned to face Colin.

"Mmhmm. That is what I thought. You know exactly what I am talking about because that poor girl had to endure the same exact thing last week when this happened. You wake up every morning with her in your arms and know that tomorrow she will be there again. The only reason you don't set the alarm for her is because that would be some form of strings. If the alarm is not set you can still pretend that she is going to slip out in the middle of the night. All I can say is Danger, Will Robinson, danger," Colin spoke, dodging the shirt that Logan threw at him as he left the room.

Rory was just finishing up in the bathroom when Finn burst into the bathroom.

"Colin," he spoke, "you have been in there for ten minutes. You only get five if there is a line, you know the rule, now get out, I'm late and I smell bad," he finished, taking off his shirt.

"If I were Colin, I bet I'd grab my towel and go out there and pummel you sopping wet, but as I am not, I would appreciate it if you would leave for a second so I can dry off and get dressed before I pummel you. Just to retain some form of lady-like dignity," Rory clarified.

"Rory, is that you?" Finn asked.

"Well, I'm not the Easter Bunny," she replied.

"I'm so sorry, I'll leave you be. Take as long as you like, I don't smell that bad," Finn apologized, hastily exiting the bathroom.

Logan was startled a few seconds later when Finn burst into his room. "Why is Reporter Girl in our shower?" Finn demanded.

"She was running late and I thought it would be ok?" Logan half asked. When Finn didn't seem to calm down Logan asked, "It is ok, isn't it?"

"It's fine, I just wish you would have told me before I burst in there demanding she get out of the shower thinking she was Colin, that's all. How serious are you about this girl, Logan?" Finn asked.

"More serious than I've ever been about any girl, Finley," Logan sighed.

"Oh no. I know that look. That is the look that Colin gets when you talk about Stephanie on front of him. You're in love, Casanova. How long have you known about this?" Finn asked accusingly.

"Well, about three seconds if it's true," Logan joked.

"What do you mean 'If it's true'? You said yourself, you care more for this girl than you ever have and you have Colin's goo-goo face on. You may not be ready to admit it, but you are in love. It really is a shame you aren't ready. Now is the most delicate stage. You may lose her before you really have her if you aren't careful. And we both know that your first love is not something you just get over. It stays with you forever, no matter how it turns out," Finn remarked, leaving Logan alone in the room.

"Crazy Aussie," Logan spoke to the door that Finn had closed, trying not to think about what Finn had just said. If he didn't think about it, maybe it really wouldn't be true.

A/N: so ends the first chapter of my first Gilmore Girls fic. I hope you like it, read and review and I will try to get the next part out soon. The bunny is fresh, so hopefully I will get most of the story written before it hops away. Read and review! Luv, Kat