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Gilmore Gone

By Rob Carson

Investigative reporter, Rory Gilmore, has resigned, til further notice from the Print!New York newspaper agency, as well as others. Her late husband, Lt. Tristin DuGrey, a Navy SEAL died in the line of duty, protecting countless other soldiers in a showdown with a terrorist. The couple has three children, Bobby DuGrey (10, from a previous marriage of Tristin's. He lives full time with model Mandy Harper), Scout DuGrey (8) and Holden "Allie" DuGrey (5).

All three children were at the front of their father's ceremony. Gilmore was given the honor to receive her husband's Presidential Medal of Honor. Afterward followed the wake, for this brave SEAL, and Gilmore's resignation from the paper as one of the three Senior Editors was inevitable, judging from the way she was talking about moving back.

Gilmore has plans to indeed, move. She is thinking about anywhere from her tiny hometown of Stars Hollow, CT to Paris, France. "Just not anywhere where I'm reminded constantly of my Tristin," Rory explained later in her official press meeting, regarding why she was leaving Print!New York. Her paper, which she helped co-start in her sophomore year, with then-boyfriend, Logan Huntzberger, newspaper tycoon, following in his father's steps, and gave up his rights to the paper after the nasty break up, will continue with the guidance of Doyle (First name pending), myself, and new hire, Fisher Heywood.

All of us here, at Print!New York wish Rory a happy move and a speedy return back to glorious New York. Until then, Print!New York will continue to spread news with the speed of a chain letter.

Rob Carson

Senior Editor of Print!New York.

"Rory!" Tabitha Foreman walked in, a little flustered, "Miss Nathan is here,"

"Bring her in," Rory said, staring absently at a picture of her blond haired husband kissing her on the cheek. She remembered that day perfectly.

"A rose for my rosy Rory," Tristin said, plucking one from a vender's stand, and bent down, "Oh, beautiful Mary, won't you accept this rose?"

"Yes," Rory laughed and took the rose from him, smelling it, caught up in its intoxicating smell.

"You look so luminous," Tristin said, standing up gingerly and placing an arm over her. Spotting another amorous couple, this one two teenagers making out with each other, "I always wanted to do that with you, at Chilton,"

"Stop being romantic, Tristin," Rory laughed, "I'm sorry that I told you that you were too funny to be romantic,"

"Oh no no," Tristin grinned, "You think I'm sexy, don't you?" He teased, "You wanna love me, you wanna marry me, you wanna-"

"Okay, okay!" Rory laughed, and looked at him, "I love you, no matter what you are," She said simply, and stroked his cheek, "I do love you, I do wanna marry you, and I don't know what was after that,"

"Good thing we're already engaged, or you just may have proposed to me," Tristin said, looking at his ring fondly, "I don't think my ego could take it, if a girl proposed,"

"Your ego could use some deflating, Tris," Rory teased, "You're just a beer belly, five o' clock shadow, butt-scratching boy,"

"Good thing that's your type," Tristin said, and pulled out his camera, and held it over the two of them, "Say cheese, Mary," He kissed her on the cheek

"Excuse me?" Samantha Nathan said, smiling, "Are you Rory Gilmore?"

"No," Rory laughed, "I dropped the Gilmore and changed my name to DuGrey, like my husband," She shrugged, "I wanted the same last name as my kids," She held up a picture of them, making fish faces at the camera, giggling, "After I resigned, there was really no reason to stay Gilmore,"

"Very cute," She commented, and held out her hand, "I'm Samantha Nathan, soon to be Huntzberger,"

"Oh, you're engaged to a Huntzberger?" Rory asked, surmising her. She looked about twenty-six and a little too young for the Huntzberger she was thinking of.

"Logan Huntzberger," Samantha admitted, "He's the newspaper tycoon,"

Then again, Logan had always surprised her. A girl, years younger then he was, from what sounded like a prominent family. The whole thing smelled like Mitchum's doing, especially when Rory noticed that Samantha had red hair. Logan was more partial to blonds. With the exception of his first girlfriend.

"I know who he is," Rory said, chuckling, "We used to date in college, before the break up, and then I married my Tristin,"

"Was it anything serious, or?" Samantha asked,

"Not for me," Rory said softly, "It's been a long time since college, and I'm sure Logan wouldn't propose if he wasn't in love with you," She frowned, "But then, why are you in a private detective agency? If I know Mitchum, he probably already has a team stalking Logan,"

"Not for me," Samantha said, "It's not Logan I'm concerned about, but my little brother's girlfriend. You see," She looked a little uncomfortable, "Eddie is marrying a forty year old woman. She has a gorgeous Uma Thurman-type body, and works as a make-up consultant for Hollywood movies,"

"How old is Eddie?" Rory asked

"He's twenty-four," She said softly, "I mean, I'm sure Alyssa is a very nice woman, but she's just so old!"

"What do you think of Demi and Ashton?" Rory threw out, "Or Cameron and Timberlake? There's a significant age difference between these people and they seem to be in love. Take you and Logan. If I remember correctly, he's over thirty, and you are?"

"Twenty four," She admitted, brushing away a strand of hair, "Eddie and I are twins, and I just think something's off,"

"Well," Rory sighed, "Uh, do you have any grounds to think that Eddie and Alyssa shouldn't marry?"

"They had their first date two months ago," Samantha said, "He proposed a week after that," She crossed her arms and Rory had to agree with her. That was just too early for her taste too.

"I'll take the case," She said wearily, "I work a little differently though," She explained, "I like to meet the couple up front, get a feel of where they are, what they're like, etc,"

"I'm having an informal dinner party tomorrow," Samantha said excitedly, "It's to celebrate my engagement," She explained, "He proposed last weekend, and Eddie should be there with Alyssa,"

"Well, I'm free," Rory said, smiling, "But would you mind if I brought Scout with me?" She asked, "I can't find a decent babysitter, and all the other mother's are busy," Rory scowled

"How old is he?" She asked

"Eleven, and he owns a suit, don't worry," Rory laughed, "I know the meaning of informal in society parties,"

"DuGrey, huh? Yes you would," She laughed, "I think you should bring your husband though,"

"He won't be able to come," Rory said, choosing her words wisely, "I can probably wrangle his brother, Trent, to come,"

"Good, good," She smiled and shook Rory's hand, "I'm glad to see Logan had good taste in girls. Everyone's been telling me he hung out with topless ditzy blondes,"

"That was in his freshmen year," Rory laughed, "I didn't come along until his junior year,"

"I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again," She smiled and left, closing the door quietly

"That's one word for it," Rory said, thoughtfully. She didn't know why she was doing this, honestly.

"I hate parties, Mom," Scout said, yanking at his tie, making a face.

"Me too, Mommy," Trenton DuGrey said, putting on his jacket, scowling

"Stop it, Trent, Scout," Rory said, putting her heels on, "The two of you are going to behave like gentlemen,"

"Why does Allie get to go to Stuart's?" Scout asked, "I'm old enough to stay home alone,"

"No you are not. Now, be good and Trenton, stop calling me Mommy," Rory said, in a warning voice, to the older DuGrey.

"Yes, ma'am," Trent said, smiling, "Don't worry, Rory, Me and my brothers were raised specifically for these occasions," He knocked on the door, hand on Rory's shoulder.

"Come in," The butler said, opening the door. Samantha came floating in and smiled, in a beautiful cream cocktail dress. Her freckles showed off, and Rory could hear Trenton mumble something about her beauty.

"Rory! So glad you could make it!" Samantha said, smiling

"This is my son, Scout," Rory said, smiling, placing a hand on Scout, "And my brother in law, Trenton DuGrey. Boys, this is Samantha Nathan, soon to be Huntzberger"

"Pity you're taken," Trenton said, smiling, and shook her hand. Rory was relieved he hadn't kissed it, or flirted harder. Scout looked at his mother and smiled exaggeratedly,

"I'm very happy to be invited to your table and extend mine and my brother's wishes to yours and Mr. Huntzberger's happiness," He took her hand and kissed it, smiling and looked at Rory, "Is that a gentleman, Mom?"

"Perfect gentleman," Samantha laughed, "He's a cute boy, Rory,"

"Just like his father," Rory smiled, "Too much ego in one body," She laughed, thinking of Tristin.

"My Mary's pregnant!" Tristin yelled from the roof, laughing, "I impregnated Mary!"

"Tristin!" Rory laughed, and he turned around and looked at her, grinning,

"My beautiful, glowing Mary, and little baby Jesus," He said hugging her stomach

"We are not calling the baby Jesus," Rory said, whacking him lightly on the head.

"Fine," Tristin said, smiling, "Little baby's all mine," He mumbled, stroking Rory's flat tummy, before kissing her gently.

"Rory, you coming?" Trenton asked, holding out his elbow, "Scout's going to the bathroom,"

"Yeah, of course," Rory smiled and took Trenton's arm, "Let's meet the unlucky couple," She mumbled.

They walked in with Samantha, who was greeting some other guests. Rory was surprised to only see twenty or so people milling around.

"This is the last of them!" Samantha announced, smiling, "Rory, there are two other kids here,"

"I don't think Scout will take to them," Rory said, noticing the two little ten or so year old girls on the couch, playing a little game, "He's at that age where girls have cooties,"

"I'm sorry," Samantha said

"Don't be," Trenton smiled, "I'm still around to play with Scout gentlemanly, of course,"

"Go ahead, and mingle," Rory smiled, taking two glasses of champagne, "Trent and I will figure out who Eddie is ourselves,"

"In the corner, talking to Logan," Samantha said softly, "The blond is Alyssa,"

Trenton made a slight noise that Rory thought was a whistle.

"We'll work our way up to them," Rory laughed, "Relax, Samantha,"

"Trent?" Another couple had spotted them

"Hello John," Trent smiled and shook his hand, "Nice party, eh?"

"You're in a suit," He said, smiling

"I'm aware of that,"

"Maggie, this is Trent. He's my college roommate. Couldn't go a minute without swearing,"

"Pleased to meet you," Trent smiled, "This is Rory, the woman who is making me be a gentleman,"

"Rory DuGrey," She smiled, "I'm his brother's wife,"

"Which one?" John asked, "Junior or Theodore?"

"Tristin's," Rory explained

"Oh," John said, "I'm sorry for your loss, Rory,"

"Thank you," Rory whispered, smiling

"So you're the one with the cute little boy, right? The one with a girly name?"

"Allie," Rory laughed, "And don't tell him that. My oldest, Scout is with me,"

"Weren't you the one who started some detective-" Maggie started

"I'm in real estate, actually," Rory said softly, smiling, "A toast?" She suggested

"To me," Trenton said, grinning. John just laughed and clinked glasses with him,

"I'll toast for your money that you owe me,"

"I'm telling you!" Trenton said, knowing what he was talking about, "I did not cheat in that poker game!"

Rory laughed and walked away, deciding to greet someone completely new, and introduce herself. However, she spotted someone familiar, someone who she was positive at least met Tristin once.

"Jacob Huntzberger," He said, smiling. She shook his hand lightly and said,

"I'm Lorelai DuGrey. It's a pleasure,"

"You're very beautiful, and young for a widow," He said gently, "I knew Tristin when we were teenagers at Redwood Military for Boys,"

"He uh, changed a lot at that school," She said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "Before, he was an egocentric ass, and after, he was still an egocentric ass," She laughed, "But uh, I fell for him that time,"

"You know, every Sunday, Tristin and the rest of us had to go to church-it was an interfaith thing," Jacob explained, "The only prayers Tristin ever chanted in that chapel was 'Hail Mary' and he would always say it whenever we were going to do something potentially bad, like sneak out to buy a few packs of gum,"

"He still does that," Rory admitted, "He went to church every Sunday, with our younger son, Allie. The older one, Scout shared my beliefs in God-which is that I don't believe in her,"

"I'm with you, but I'm starting to believe that, at least Tristin's Mary really does exist,"

"For Tristin, yes, for Tristin's possible perverted military friend, I don't know," Rory laughed, thinking Jacob knew who Tristin meant by Mary.

"Jake! I want you to meet someone!" Another voice yelled. Rory recognized this one all too well.

"Coming, Logan!" Jacob yelled, before rolling his eyes, "Guess what happens when you become chronically single, ridiculously rich, and past the age of thirty? You get set up with clingy women that want an engagement ring and Botox,"

"Are all the Huntzberger men that funny?" Rory asked, smiling

"Just me, the rest of the single men are a bit stodgy and old for you, if you get my drift," Jacob smiled, "You can't be more then thirty, can you?"

"A woman never tells," Rory laughed, "But I married Tristin when I was twenty six, and that is our son, Scout. He's eleven, so you do the math," Rory gestured to Scout who was showing off to the two ten year old girls, by doing magic tricks with a deck of cards. She felt a little funny that Scout wasn't hanging out with her or Trent.

Jacob whistled, "Come keep me company," He gestured to Logan's crowd, "They bore me to bits, and you're pretty enough to keep me glued together,"

"I suppose Tristin's charm rubbed off of you, huh?" Rory took his arm, "I'm sorry, but even if it's been three years, I don't think I could date someone who Tristin admired,"

"So you knew who I was?" Jacob walked with her to Logan's little group

"Right off the bat," Rory laughed, "We almost named Scout, Jacob Janlan, but he lost the bet, so I got to name him Scout Heathcliff,"

"I'm honored," Jacob laughed

"I'm lying," Rory confessed, "Tristin's name was actually Tristin Janlan Junior, but he did talk about you, sometimes. He didn't like talking about military school,"

"That makes sense, especially after the-well," Jacob looked down, "I'm sorry for your loss, and I'll shut up about Tristin now," He mumbled and looked up again, smiling. Rory now looked down, with her champagne and removed her arm from Jacob's. She could feel Logan's eyes on her.

"Jake, I didn't know you had a date," Logan said, "Who's the lucky lady?"

"I don't," Jacob said, "She came here with someone else and we were just talking,"

"Oh, Rory!" That was Samantha and Rory looked up, knowing her cover was pretty much blown. She was hoping to avoid seeing one Logan Huntzberger.

"This is my cousin, the once highly acclaimed bachelor, Logan Huntzberger," Jacob said cheerfully, "He's the one getting married."

Rory nodded her head, smiling, "I heard,"

Logan was looking at her as if she had just said that the world was going to blow up in thirty seconds.

"This is Eddie Nathan, my brother, and Alyssa, his girlfriend," Samantha explained

"Soon to be wife," Alyssa said, smiling, and shook Rory's hand

"I'm Lorelai DuGrey," She said softly, "Call me Rory,"

"Rory, that's an interesting nickname out of Lorelai," Eddie commented, smiling

"My mother was high on Demerol, what can I say?" Rory chuckled, "Although, my husband likes to refer to me as Mary, so," She laughed

"You're Tristin's Mary?" Jacob said, surprised, "I never made the connection!"

"Then who were you talking about earlier?" Rory asked,

"The Bible Mary," Jacob explained, "I thought he had an epiphany with her in it somehow, before military school. Now your joke makes a lot more sense," He added thoughtfully.

"He did say you were slow," Rory laughed, and turned to Eddie and Alyssa, "You're engaged huh?"

"Yes," Eddie said proudly

"How long have you known each other?" She asked, noting that Samantha was right about Alyssa looking more twenty five-ish then forty. Hell, Scout looked older then she did!"

"Alyssa was my history professor at college when I was a freshmen," Eddie explained, "We started up an affair a month after and had our first legal date about two months ago, roughly six years after we first met in that classroom,"

"That's love," Rory said, smiling, "I love college too. Met my love back then," She said dreamily, thinking of Tristin, "He surprised me at the coffee-cart, where I was waiting with a friend,"

"Mary, Mary quite contrary," Tristin said, spotting Rory's now wavy brown hair. It looked deliciously tangled and she seemed very different on the outside. However, she whirled around and one look at her dangerously blue, hard ice eyes and he knew that she was still his Mary.

"How does your garden grow-" He started and she took Paris' water bottle from her and squirted it at him.

"Pervert much, Tristin?" She asked coolly, and stood to order,

"It's not a good time, DuGrey," Paris warned, "Rory just broke up with her boyfriend,"

"I'm sorry," Tristin said softly, "Rory, it's just-" He sighed, looking at her,

"Whenever I see you, I just freeze up and I want to tell you how much I adore you, how much I want you, how much pain you make me feel when you kiss some other idiot," He was on his knees, "One date, Mary, that's all I ask. Please," He mumbled

Rory sighed, "Fine, but one wrong move and I'll let my mother go Kill Bill on your ass,"

"That's all I want," Tristin stood up and kissed her, deeply and bent her down, as if they were completing a dance, "And I want that to be your last first kiss," He whispered, "Saturday, at six PM, on the dot, but I can wait," Tristin lifted her up and walked away, beaming like mad.

"I thought you met him in high school," Jacob asked

"I met my husband in high school," Rory smiled, "I met the other part of my heart in college, junior year,"

"Is he here?" Eddie asked, looking around.

"No," Rory said, and sent a look to Jacob that said clearly not to reveal more of Tristin's whereabouts.

"I'm happy for you, Rory," Logan said, in an odd voice, "I uh, always worried about you in London,"

"Are you okay, baby?" Samantha asked, "You're talking a little odd,"

"Fine," Logan smiled, "I just swallowed a little too much wine," He held up the glass

"Mom," Scout came up to her, with the look of one that wants to go home,

"Scout!" Rory smiled and hugged him, "Uh, this is Jacob Huntzberger, a friend of your father's,"

"You're Scout?" Jake asked, laughing, "Tristin would send me e-mails of you and little Allie running around naked,"

"I hope these are deleted," Scout said, smiling, leaning against Rory, as if trying to guard her from Jake. Scout had stepped up, feeling a need to hold more responsibility as the man of the house. That included his mother not dating men, ever. Rory didn't feel like dating anyone anyway.

"Not a chance," Jacob laughed, "I might need them for your wedding to one of these lucky little girls," He gestured to the two ten year olds

"Ew!" Scout said, grossed out

"My son, Scout," Rory explained to the rest of the group, "Wonderful manners, huh?" They all chuckled good-naturedly, "Uh, Scout, honey, this is Logan Huntzberger, Eddie Nathan, and Eddie's fiancée, Alyssa. This is Scout" She said, making quick introductions.

"Are you okay, sir?" Scout asked, looking at Logan. He did look a little green.

"Honey, what are you drinking?" Samantha took his glass and sniffed it, "It's not the wine. Do you want to start dinner?"

"I think I need a cold compress," Logan mumbled, "And aspirin. A big one,"

"There should be some in the guest room Finn was using this morning," Samantha said, "You know where it is, dear, and I'll just have everyone get settled. Come back in fifteen minutes, baby," She kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Rory was concerned and walked up to Samantha, "Do you mind if Logan and I have it out? I think he's acting this way because of me," She whispered and Scout was wondering why.

"Sure," Samantha nodded, "I think that would be good too, get a little seal the deal sort of thing," She turned to Alyssa and Eddie, "So Alyssa, who's the bridesmaids?"

Rory smiled and followed Logan, not making any sounds. She gestured for Scout to stay where he was and he went to hang out with Trent.

Logan was lying on an unmade bed, downing a bottle of whiskey. Rory took it away from him, setting it on the table and said in a firm voice, "Let's talk, Logan,"

"Why are you rubbing it in my face, Rory?" He asked, tiredly, "It took me years to get over you and start being a boyfriend to someone else. Now I'm engaged to a beautiful girl, and you're back," He said this weakly.

"Logan, I work as a private detective. I'm only here, because your fiancée asked me to keep an eye on her brother and his much older fiancée,"

"You have a kid," He said softly

"Two," She corrected, "Scout and Allie DuGrey,"

"I always thought I'd have kids with you, and to see your son with your eyes and some other man's hair-"

"That's my hair," Rory corrected, "It was lighter when I was a kid. Tristin's is more blondish,"

He looked up at her sadly, "Before seeing you, I thought, I really thought I was in love with her,"

"Logan, no," Rory said, "It's just the initial shock,"

"Why did I let you go?" He asked, "Why didn't I fight this time?"

"I asked you not to," Rory said sadly, hugging him, "I broke up with you, Logan, not the other way around, and that was because of London and your father,"

"May he rest in peace," Logan said sardonically.

"There's the Huntzberger humor," Rory smiled, "Now go to dinner and schmooze all these clients. I'll be the one grilling Eddie and Alyssa,"

"I hope you and Tristin are happy together," Logan said softly

"We were," Rory sighed, "Logan, Tristin died three years ago in a terrorist attack. I'm a single, widowed mom right now. That's not a very attractive status," Rory laughed, "Not to mention my very overprotective son,"

Logan seemed to look chipper, hearing that Tristin wasn't in the picture anymore. A little too cheerful, Rory suspected. She never would've realized this though.

It was Allie's ninth birthday party. He was blowing out the candles, and everyone cheered. Jacob, who Rory had invited, being such good friends with her deceased husband, walked over and asked Rory if she had heard.

"What?" Rory asked, taking a picture of Allie shoveling down another slice of birthday cake. That kid had a metabolism like his mother's. All the running he did might've had something to do with it too.

"Logan and Samantha. They broke off their engagement,"

"What?" Rory was shocked, "When?"

"At Eddie's wedding to Alyssa. Logan was doing a toast about how true love and in the middle of it, he said that he couldn't be in this farce of an engagement with Samantha anymore and walked away," Jacob said, shocked

"How did Samantha take it?"

"She drank five Long Islands and danced with all the single bachelors who were closer to her age and had more pocket money then Logan," Jacob said cheerfully, "I wouldn't worry about her,"

"Poor Logan," Rory said, "I knew they weren't meant for each other off the bat,"

"How?" Jacob asked, surprised

"Logan doesn't like red heads. That's Finn. And he didn't call her any nicknames or joke with her about anything during that dinner. It was obviously a blind date that Mitchum set up,"

"Impressive, and true," Jacob said, "Who do you think would be good for me?" He asked, smiling

"I don't do matchmaking," Rory said, smiling, "I have a firm belief that blind dates don't work,"

"Bad date, huh?" Jacob asked, clearly wanting to know more. Rory looked at him,

"I don't care to reveal the details. Go make yourself scarce and eat some cake, Mr. Huntzberger,"

"Fine," He laughed, and looked at her seriously, "Do me a favor, Rory," He smiled, "One date? With the fabulous Jacob Huntzberger,"

"No," Rory said firmly, thinking this time, not only of her Tristin, but Logan as well, "You remind me of Tristin, and I like having you around, but there aren't any sparks," She sighed, "I need sparks,"

"You had sparks with Tristin, huh?" He asked,

"It's my son's birthday," She whispered, "Excuse me, if I don't feel up to discussing something very personal," She walked over to Allie and told him to start opening presents.

"Rory, it was a nice party," Mandy said, smiling. Mandy Harper, Tristin's ex wife and Rory's best friend after his death, was helping Rory clean up the apartment. Her son with him, Bobby was walking with Scout and Allie to get some ice cream, "The cutie that wouldn't stop badgering you? Who was he?"

"Did Tristin ever tell you about his obnoxious, overweight roommate that wouldn't stop bragging about how many girls he laid in a week?" Rory asked,

"No!" Mandy said, shocked, "That's Jake Huntzberger?"

"Came as a shock to me too," Rory admitted, "I figured it out after he told me his name,"

"Is he still obnoxious?" She asked, standing up. Rory could see why Tristin had married her. Mandy was, in addition to being sweet and a bit of a gossip, a 6'2 beauty and was constantly preening, coming off as a snob. She honestly reminded Rory of Natalie Portman, with a great deal more strutting

Rory had hated her when Tristin was alive, seeing her as a vindictive bitch that would do anything to get Tristin back, in sugary sweet tones. Then at the funeral, Rory realized that was just Mandy's personality, bubbly, and drop dead gorgeous. Now that they had both lost the thing they were fighting over, they decided to be friends.

"He's cute,"

"Want a date with him?" Rory teased, "He asked me who I'd set him up with and if I didn't do blind dates, I'd pick you,"

Mandy giggled, "Really? I thought about flirting with him, just a little, but you know, I didn't think Bobby would like it if I picked up men in front of him,"

"Well, Mandy," Rory smiled, "No offense, but you have your face plastered in magazines with some guy. I'm sure Bobby's grown used to that sort of thing. Here's his number," Rory handed it to her, smiling. Mandy groaned at her forwardness.

Logan looked at the apartment building buttons. Seeing one that said M. DUGREY, he pressed it, not wondering what the M stood for.

"Hello?" Rory's voice crackled over the intercom, "Who is this?"

"Cable," Logan said.

"You're five months too late, buddy boy," Rory laughed, but buzzed him up anyway. She figured he was probably just someone trying to get in or something. Well, she was close, anyway.

Logan went up to her door and knocked. Rory opened it, wondering if it really was the cable-guy.

"Logan!" She ran into his arms, hugging him. Rory let go just as quickly and sighed,

"I don't know why I did that,"

"Rory," Logan smiled, "I don't love her. I know I don't love her,"

"Logan," Rory pulled him in her room, where none of her nosy neighbors could listen, "Are you high?" She shut the door and started up another pot of coffee.

"No," Logan said, "It only took me three days to realize I didn't love her after the party," He said softly and stood up again, walking toward her,

"Logan," Rory said, afraid,

"I'm still hung up on you, Gilmore," He said, placing his hands on either side of her. Rory noticed that he had grown a few inches since they last met. He now was taller then her by at least an inch.

"Logan-" She sighed and Logan rushed, kissing her. It was unexpected and addicting. They went round and round, up in each other's hair, moaning. Rory lifted her head back and Logan pulled her up on the counter.

"Oh god, Tristin," She mumbled and Logan snapped up. Rory also realized what she had said and pursed her mouth, beginning to cry.

I want to be your last first kiss

Logan had ruined it all. Tainted it just for a few minutes of a mind-dizzying high.

Usually, Logan would've walked away, after she said some other man's name. But Rory was crying and Logan did love her.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, putting her back down. She slapped him, still crying.

"Please leave," Rory whispered. Logan nodded and left, hanging his head in shame.

I want to be your last first kiss.

First kiss.

First.

Rory's eyes shot up and she stood up straight in the dead of night. Logan had kissed her before Tristin came along. Tristin was still her last first. That reassured her some, but not a lot.

Why was she trying to justify Logan's actions? Why did she hug Logan? Why was Logan starting to occupy her mind as much as Tristin had? Why were Logan's kisses so intoxicating?

Rory pulled out her cell, and dialed his number, shaking back and fourth.