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A/N: OKay...so yes...I am making a new story. I just love writing ROGANs, so...yeah. Please read and review!

Chapter One: I am not a homewrecker but I am a cereal whore

Rory and Paris walked through Yale's campus, heading to their next class. They had survived their first week of freshman year and had acclimated to college life quite well. Rory had found a coffee stand and Paris had found out where to buy hot glue for her craft corner, life was good. They stopped at the coffee stand, Rory in desperate need of coffee.

"Hey Richie,"

"Hi Rory, you want your regular?" Rory nodded. Paris looked at her friend, shaking her head with a smile.

"You are already on a first name basis with the coffee guy?"

"Yes,"

"That is so not normal," Rory shrugged.

"I just like to make a personal connection with the vendors, then you get exceptional service,"

"So that's the only reason you talk to me," Richie joked, handing her a large coffee. Rory smiled sweetly, paying him.

"No, it is also for the sparkling conversation. Come on Richie, you know me better than that," He smiled, taking the money.

"Have a nice day Rory,"

"You too," The girls headed over to a bench where they sat and talked for a little. Classes didn't start for another twenty minutes, so they were able to relax a bit. Their topics of conversation were all over the spectrum. It could be anything from books to fast food, today however, it was on a movie that Paris and Rory had recently seen.

"The Return of the King definitely proved me wrong in my theory that the Lord of The Rings trilogy could not get worse," Rory mused, sipping her coffee.

"If Frodo lost that ring anymore I was going to throw mine at the screen and tell him to take it,"

"Like he could actually hear you and besides, Jamie gave you that ring,"

"It would be worth it if it would end the agony that was that movie," Rory laughed.

"Hey, at least there were some cute guys in it,"

"Yeah, Orlando Bloom almost made it bearable,"

"Paris, he looked like a Barbie doll. Aragorn was much better,"

"He needed to shave,"

"Now, I found the beard quite appealing. A beard on him looked quite good,"

"I'm an Aragorn man myself," A voice from behind said. Rory turned to see a blonde standing behind them. He was smirking and it disgusted her. She never liked guys you smirked, it made them look cocky. Also, it reminded her of Tristan, someone that she wanted to forget forever.

"Oh really, see I would have pegged you a Frodo guy," Rory said dryly.

"No, he's much too short for me," Rory nodded, wondering why he was talking to them. She wanted him to leave, and unfortunately her monotone response did not send him off. Her cell phone rang, thwarting any other attempt she was going to make to be rid of him. She looked down and saw that it was Dean. She really didn't feel like talking to him, they had gotten into a fight and he was obviously calling to try to talk things out. She wasn't in the mood and did not have the stamina to endure such a draining call.

"Dean?" Paris asked. Rory nodded, looking at the boy who was still standing there, oblivious to the fact that neither of them knew him or wanted to.

"Uh, do we know you?"

"No," The blonde said simply, "So, who's Dean?"

"Rory's boyfriend," Paris answered, "He's trash," Rory shot Paris a look, shaking her head.

"Paris, not now, please,"

"And he's married," The blonde looked at Rory surprised.

"Are you the little lady,"

"Never say 'little lady' again, and no, I'm not," The boy smiled slightly.

"So you're the homewrecker,"

"No, and it's not as bad as it sounds. He's going to get a divorce," He laughed, slapping his hand down on the bench.

"So you are a homewrecker!" Rory fumed, turning around the face the smirking blonde square on.

"First off, I don't even know you-"

"Oh, then let me introduce myself. I'm Logan-"

"I don't care, and I'm not a homewrecker," She got up, her hand gripped tightly around her coffee cup, "Paris let's go," Paris got up, smiling. She turned to Logan, speaking once more.

"She's really not a homewrecker, he's just an ass," Rory was already several strides ahead of Paris and she quickened her pace to catch up.

"Bye ladies, it was nice talking with you!"

"Logan, where have you been, seriously dude, we were starting to think that you actually went to class!" Colin said, patting Logan on the back. They were at the pub and doing what they always did, drinking. Logan took a seat next to Finn and smiled.

"Nah, I was just held up a bit,"

"A girl?" Colin asked.

"Yes,"

"Was she a red head?" Finn asked eagerly. Logan shook his head, smiling.

"No, a brunette and a blonde,"

"Damn it,"

"There were two of them?" Colin gaped, his eyes wide. Stephanie, the girl next to him, slapped him lightly.

"Ew Colin, stop making it dirty,"

"Steph, this is Logan we're talking about,"

"We were at a bench-"

"Oh man, I've never done it on a bench," Finn interrupted Logan, thinking, something that he rarely did, "Wait, scratch that, Lilly junior year,"

"It wasn't dirty, I was talking to the two girls at a bench, just talking,"

"Were you talking dirty?" Finn asked. Logan sighed, drinking his beer.

"You guys are impossible,"

Rory walked back into her dorm, collapsing on her bed. She knew that she had to call Dean and resolve what they had started the day before. He would complain how she was never around anymore, she would apologize and say she'd try harder to see him. He would tell her it was alright and that he understood, and then she would ask him to be cognizant of the fact that she was starting a new phase of her life, but also promise to call him more. The entire conversation was formulaic, she could practically have it without him, Dean wasn't even needed. Their entire conversation had become routine, call nightly just to say a few words, meet on weekends for a few kisses and boring chats. They were trying to convince each other that they still had something in common, but the truth was that they didn't. Rory knew it, yet she didn't have the nerve to end it with him. Dean loved her and she was scared to death of going through her life without someone loving her. Dean wasn't perfect, but he was safe. Sighing, Rory picked up her cell phone, dialing the familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Dean, it's me,"

"Hey, I, uh, tried to call you earlier,"

"I know," Rory said, grabbing a photo album from off of her night stand, "I was busy,"

"Oh, okay,"

"We need to talk, about before," Rory flipped through the pages absentmindedly, her fingers running softly over the pictures.

"Okay,"

"I'm sorry that I don't see you as much as you'd like," She began, rambling off the memorized lines in her head. She didn't even have to think of it anymore, they just came out.

"I know, I know that you try, and so do I. It's just hard,"

"It is, but we can make it work,"

"We can, we just have to try harder,"

"I'm willing too,"

"Me too, I love you Rory," She paused, her eyes glued on a particular picture. It was from her first winter formal, when her and Dean had gone. She looked so happy in the picture, so blissful. She could tell that she was entranced by Dean in the picture, her body leaned comfortably into his. She missed the feelings that he used to give her, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline.

"Rory?" She was jolted out of her thoughts by his voice. She realized what he was waiting for and responded quickly.

"Oh, I love you too,"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," She said, her eyes still on the picture, "I'm just a little...tired,"

"So are we okay?"

"Yeah," Rory replied, nodding, "We're fine,"

"Good, uh, I'll call you tomorrow,"

"Okay, bye Dean,"

"Bye, I love you Rory," She didn't say it back, she just hung up, not able to stand the sadness she felt within her.

"Rory?" She looked up at Paris, who was standing at her doorway.

"Well, we're back together," Paris sighed, sitting on the edge of Rory's bed.

"Why do you keep settling?"

"I'm not settling,"

"You could have so much better," Rory shook her head, closing the photo album on her lap.

"No, he loves me Paris, he really does,"

"Do you love him?"

"Yes," She answered, a bit too quickly.

"That did not sound to convincing,"

"Since when are you an expert on whether or not my tone is convincing?" Rory said, the sarcasm not hidden in her voice.

"Uh, being your best friend for three years gives me a pretty good idea of it,"

"I don't want to be alone,"

"Just because you don't have a boyfriend doesn't mean that you're alone,"

"I know, but I like having someone there,"

"I know, but maybe Dean just isn't the right guy," Rory didn't respond, because she had nothing to counter Paris's remark with. She knew that Paris was right, Dean wasn't good enough for her, but she didn't care. She was still hoping that the old spell he had over her would return, she was holding on for that feeling.

Paris and Rory rushed down to breakfast, eager to get there in time to get the Cinnamon Toast Crunch. That particular cereal was a favorite among the Yale students, often running out before breakfast had finished. For the past week Rory and Paris had been deprived of their overly sugared cereal, however, they had woken up early and were determined to get their sweet fix.

"Hurry! The line is short!" Rory said, walking/running to grab a tray and take her place in line.

"Gilmore, how do you move so fast?" Paris complained.

"My mother taught me well in the ways of buffets. Move swiftly and with a purpose, do not spare anyone or anything to get the food you want,"

"I think your mother was crazy,"

"One person's craziness is another's genius," Paris shook her head, walking groggily with the moving line. Paris's eyes brightened however, when she saw that the Cinnamon Toast Crunch container was not empty.

"Rory, we did it!" Rory smiled triumphantly as they moved up. However, they were not as lucky as they thought. The guy in front of them filled up four bowls, leaving nothing but dust in the container.

"Why are you taking four bowls?" Rory asked, her voice high pitched and whiny. The guy looked at her, a bit offended.

"I'm hungry, what's your problem,"

"You have four bowls, I woke up early to get that cereal, and you prevent me from getting it by taking four bowls! FOUR BOWLS!"

"Back off, you crazy lady!" The guy roared.

"Hey, John calm down," Logan said, placing his hand on the big guy's arm.

"This girl is out of her mind, Huntz. Seriously, she should be in a straight jacket," He said, gesturing to Rory. Logan smiled, looking at Rory.

"No, she's just insanely hungry. You go enjoy your cereal, I'll take care of her," John nodded, walking away. Rory looked at Logan, sizing him up. She didn't know why he had intervened, but he did.

"So, I'm guessing that you like Cinnamon Toast Crunch," Logan said, smirking. There was that damn smirk again, however Rory had to admit it was growing on her.

"Yes, I obviously do, and so does Paris," She turned around to find Paris gone. She was already at the check-out line, a plate of french toast on her tray, "traitor," Rory mumbled.

"So, what would you say if I told you that I could get you this cereal?" Rory looked at Logan skeptically.

"I would say that you would be my new favorite person,"

"Wow, that would be quite a compliment,"

"Not many people are ever graced with it," Logan smiled, taking her tray from her hands. He placed it on a nearby counter and then grabbed her hand.

"Come on,"

"Where are you taking me?"

"Just follow me. Don't you trust me?"

"I don't know you, so that answer to that question would be no," Logan ignored her, pulling her to a door. They stopped right in front of it and Rory was extremely confused.

"Logan, if you have any ideas, I'm not a girl you will be able to take advantage of, I'm-"

"Rory, I'm the most eligible bachelor at Yale, I don't need to take advantage of girls," Logan knocked on the door, and a young female opened.

"Logan?"

"Hey Keeley, can I come in?"

"Sure," Logan grabbed Rory's hand again and led her in. Rory couldn't believe it, she was in the kitchen of her dormitory. There was a large storage area with all types of food. Logan walked up to the area and began to look around.

"I know it's around here somewhere,"

"Logan, are you sure that we can be in here?"

"Rory, my father's money built this, so yes, we can," He searched the rows, sounding a large 'aha!' when he found what he was looking for, "Here it is, a full box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch," He grabbed a bowl and a carton of milk and handed it to Rory.

"I can just take this?"

"You can keep the box. Why you'd want to keep the bowl though, I just don't know," Rory smiled.

"Should I bring it outside?"

"No," Logan said, shaking his head, "We can just eat in here, there are tables for when the workers eat," Logan walked her over to the table and sat opposite her. He watched her as she opened up the cereal and poured it into the bowl, all the while a slight smile on his face. Rory took the first bite and moaned dramatically, closing her eyes.

"This is heavenly," Rory said.

"Whoa, calm down Rory, it's only cereal," Rory smiled, looking at him.

"Don't worry, my mom gets orgasms from food, not me," Logan laughed, just looking at her. She liked the feeling of him gazing at her, it made her feel special, it sent a tingle down her spine that she hadn't felt for a while.

"So, do you bring all the girls here?" Rory mused.

"No, because most of the girls I know don't eat,"

"Right," He was gazing at her again, and she felt her cheeks burn.

"I must say, you do not strike as a Viggo Mortison fan," She smiled.

"Sometimes people surprise you," He smiled, agreeing fully. Rory had definitely surprised him, most definitely.

A/N: YAY! So...tell me if I should continue.