Chapter Two

September 26, 2002

Navigating Yale's residence was not an easy feat. I'd moved in with my friend from Chilton, Paris Gellar, two weeks ago, but still had a tough time locating our dorm after a day's lectures. Paris and I's living arrangement was a surprise in many ways. First, I'd always dreamed of going to Harvard, but when the time came, I chose Yale, the school my grandfather attended. Second, Paris and I didn't exactly get along during high school, but we've managed to put our differences aside. Paris was weird, annoying and completely intolerable. However, I could study on Saturday nights without music blasting in the room, and she could ramble about her relationship with our much older professor without too much protest from me. We complemented each other in the oddest ways.

Taking a left turn, I found myself in familiar territory. My room was down the hall, except there were three guys crowded around my door. Walking towards them, I heard one say in an Australian accent.

"I'm not putting my number. I'm putting your number." He was writing on a piece of paper that was propped against the door.

Bemused, I blurted out, "That's my room."

All three guys turned to me. One guy looked particularly familiar. He looked me up and down and said, "Okay, put my number"

Taking in his amused grin, which came off as slightly smug, I recognized him as the boy I'd met years ago at Friday night dinner. I'd thought I wouldn't see him again.

"Wait, have we met?" He squinted his eyes, looking nonplussed.

"We may have," I replied teasingly.

His mouth lifted at the corners as he said, "It's unsettling, 'cause I'm certain if I've met you before, I would most definitely remember."

"But clearly you don't," I retorted, shaking my head at his most unoriginal pick-up line. Inside, my heart slightly jolted in its place at the thought of Logan, the college boy I met at 16, flirting with me. I must have looked like a kid then, but now we were on equal playing fields. I was a Yale student, just like him.

"If you could refresh my memory…"

"We met long time ago, at my grandparents," I said, letting him off the hook.

It took a few seconds for recognition to register on Logan's face. "Ah, yes that's right." He nodded with a broad smile. "You're the Ace reporter. It's nice to see you again…" He paused. "Rory, was it?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, and don't bother introducing yourself, Logan"

"Wow, you remembered my name. Now I feel like an asshole."

"I'm sorry to interrupt-" The Australian guy, who I almost forgot about, interjected. "But I sense some palpable tension here." He look completely lost as he continued, "Have you two…you know?"

He looked from me to Logan and back, before raising an eyebrow at me suggestively.

"Oh… no!" I exclaimed. Was he hinting at the possibility of Logan and I having had sexual relations? Were college kids these days always so promiscuous? I was a minor back then for crying out loud.

Logan seemed apologetic as he quickly told his friends. "Finn, Colin can you give us a minute?" He nodded to the stairway beside us, gesturing them to leave.

"Ohh, got it, mate. Take your time." Finn winked before disappearing with Colin up the stairs, shouting, "I think it's this room!"

Once they were gone, Logan took a step closer. "Sorry 'bout that, Ace. And I apologize for not remembering you."

"It's okay, it was years ago."

"You go here?"

Nodding, I said, "Yes, I'm a registered student, and not squatting on Yale property."

He let out a chuckle. "Glad to know you're obeying the law."

"I actually started this semester"

"Ah, have you gotten a formal tour of the campus?" He asked, "I can show you around. How 'bout dinner?"

Our eyes locked and I was re-familiarized with his boyish charm. Feeling myself blush, I quickly replied, "Oh no, that wouldn't be necessary. I wouldn't wanna trouble you."

"C'mon, Ace," He grabbed my arm gently, leading me away from the door. "It's no trouble."

After dinner, Logan gave me a tour of the campus as promised. We visited the various statues and libraries, and I was impressed by the historical details he knew. Walking past a quaint café, I tugged on Logan's arm.

"I wanna grab a quick coffee." I bounced up the cobble stone steps.

"You're kidding, right?" He caught up to me. "At this hour?"

"The Gilmore girls have coffee at all hours." I informed him proudly. "The possibility of coffee is never off the table. Want anything?"

"I think I'm good on my caffeine intake for the day."

"I want to get you something. You paid for dinner," I said, almost shy.

He smirked. "There are many things I'd rather have from you besides coffee."

"Suit yourself," I said playfully, rolling my eyes at his effort of seduction.

With my latte in hand, we strolled towards Sterling Memorial Library, the largest library at Yale and my most familiar spot. Stopping by the fountain across the building, I took in the night view. The plain, dark marble of the fountain contrasted the intricately designed building like night and day. I leaned down to feel the marble seat surrounding the fountain and was greeted with a chilling smoothness.

"This is the Women's Table," Logan began, "It lists the number of women enrolled at Yale from 1701 to 1992, which marks the first year the number of female equaled male students."

"It was created by renowned artist and architect Maya Lin," I added.

"So you have already been given a formal tour?" Logan asked, feigning a look of hurt.

"Nah, I read about it in Yale: A Short History." He wasn't the only knowledgeable one.

"I didn't know your love of reading extended that far." He sat down by the fountain.

Taking a seat beside him, I said, "There are many things you don't know about me."

"It would be an honor to find out." He grinned as his eyes searched for mine.

I smiled back, reluctantly allowing our eyes to meet. The shyness I felt at that moment was foreign. I reverted to my 16 year old self, and was just a girl sitting with a charming, older boy. The dulcet sound of water flowing from the fountain filled the night air. Watching the dim street lights highlight Logan's blonde hair and face, I was at a loss for words.

Clearing his throat, he broke the silence. "Two years sure make a huge difference." His lips twitched into a smile. "You've turned pretty since we met. Not that you weren't gorgeous before," He added.

I grimaced while taking a sip of my latte. "Thanks?"

He quickly continued, "I mean, back then, you felt like a sister or something."

I rolled my eyes as his words confirmed my suspicion. "How about now?" I asked with seeming nonchalance.

Without a word, Logan reached over and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb. I must have had foam on my face, I realized before blushing a thousand shades of red.

"Now… you're a friend." He paused, examining me with soft eyes. "Hopefully, with the potential to be more."

My heart swelled in my chest and the corners of my mouth lifted into a silly grin. I must have looked idiotic, but I didn't care. "Do you say that to all the girls?"

"Me? No way, I'm new to all this flirting stuff." His smile turned into a giant smirk.

A laugh escaped me. "Ohh, that's what you were doing? Flirting?"

"You couldn't tell?" He asked, looking almost concerned.

"Not really," I teased.

"I guess I better show my interest in more direct ways." His voice lowered as he held my gaze.

Slowly, Logan leaned in, edging closer and closer to me. I sat very still, anticipating what I thought was to come. Closing my eyes, I felt his hand on the side of my face as a soft pair of lips touched mine. He kissed me sweetly, so gently as if I was something delicate. My heart was pressing against my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I hadn't felt this way before. I didn't know it until years later, but this feeling was elicited by Logan alone.

Thanks for reading!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Logan and Rory's first date. The rest of the story will continue in this format where it jumps to a scene in a later date and year. The story will take you through Rory's life until current time using these scenes of events happening on specific dates. Unfortunately, I don't know how long it will take me to finish this story as I'm super busy this year. Hopefully, you'll stay with me along the way! Thanks!