She had been sitting on the couch waiting for her mother to get ready. She looked down at the big watch that swallowed her tiny wrist, before looking back up at the stairs. Her mother had said be ready by 6:00pm, it was now 6:20pm, if she didn't hurry up, her grandmother would have a field day tearing shreds off of her mother. She was Lorelai Leigh Gilmore III; her mother was Lorelai Victoria Gilmore II. Hyped up on painkillers in labour, she couldn't see why women couldn't name their babies after themselves, men seemed to be able to do it, and they did it all the time. She'd start a new trend, a shout out to women around the world, name your kids after yourself, which she of course did when little Lorelai came into the world. Though she went by the name Rory all of the time, unless she was in trouble, it was easier this way as to not confuse anyone else but mainly themselves.

"Rory, I can't find my heels. Have you seen them?" Lorelai asked as she began to descend the stairs.

"Have you looked in the oven?" A bright-eyed four year old asked as she hopped off the lounge and followed her mother into the kitchen.

"Ahhh, you're a genius. What would I do without you, finding my heels for me?" She said after she'd opened the oven and getting out her shoes. She put them on before walking over to her daughter; she knelt down and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you. We better get going quickly, Grandma won't like that we're late." She had taken Rory's hand and heading towards the door, grabbing her shawl, purse and keys as they went past the stand that was in their walk way.The ride to Hartford was noisy, loud and full of singing, just the way they enjoyed it.

They would sing the Bangles, a constant feature in their record player, at the top of their lungs and dance around in their seats. Pulling up outside 'the gates of hell', as Lorelai loved to view them; they found the valet and Lorelai handed her keys over to him. It was the beginning of another boring night, at another boring party held by the Elder Gilmore's. Lorelai had a loathing for the parties in which she was ushered around like a favourite prize in a bid to marry her off. Rory on the other hand would find solace in her Grandfather's library after saying hello to whichever guests the elders wanted her to meet.

"Great for her future", they'd say as she meet a professor from Yale, even though Harvard was clearly the only college on Rory's list, and had been the only one for almost a year.They walked into the house after being greeted by the maid who opened the door and took their coats.

Lorelai picked up a glass of champagne, as they made their way into the living room where the main party was being held, still holding firmly onto Rory's hand, as to not lose her. They finally found the elders Richard and Emily and walked over to them, before waiting patiently for them to stop talking to the couple that currently occupied their time. Five or so minutes later Richard finally noticed his daughter and granddaughter standing at the wings of the conversation they'd just been having. Smiling softly at both of them, he got Emily's attention to let her know they had now arrived. He said goodbye to the couple they'd been talking to, going over to his granddaughter and giving her a hug as he knelt down to her height. He stood up not long after and kissed his daughter on the cheek and pressed both of his hands together as he looked at them both.

"Lorelai, Rory, lovely to see you both." He said as Emily finally made her way over to the threesome. She bent down and hugged her granddaughter before looking up at her daughter, flashing her, her society smile. "Really Lorelai, couldn't you have worn something more descent?" She scoffed and shook her head slightly.

"Lovely to see you too, mum." Lorelai said draining almost all the contents of the champagne flute her hand occupied.

"Rory, I want you to meet someone. He's famous in the newspaper world and even has a son about your age, who is here tonight." Richard said as she took a hold of his granddaughter's hand and led her over to the spot where Mitchum Huntzberger stood talking to his wife quietly.

"Mitchum, this is my lovely granddaughter I've been telling you about." Richard said beaming as he spoke about her.

Mitchum looked down at Rory and smiled, a genuine smile. He knelt down and shook her hand. "It's lovely to meet you Rory." He said as she stood back up, but still looking down at her.

"Lovely to meet you too, sir." She replied somewhat nervously, she was always afraid of saying the wrong thing in front of the important people her grandparents wanted her to meet.

"My son is around here somewhere. He's about your age, I think. At least you'll both have someone to talk to tonight; he's always complaining there's no one his age at these types of parties." Mitchum said as he took a sip of the scotch that he held in his hand.

"I'll keep my eye out for a boy my age then, sir." She said with a nervous laugh as she looked up to her grandfather and tugged on the rim of his suit jacket. He knelt down so that he could hear her talk. "Is it okay if I go read now?" She asked softly as she looked at him.

"Of course, there's a new book I recently got for you sitting on my desk in my study." He said with a wide grin taking over his features.

She smiled back at him just as widely before looking up at Mitchum again. "It was lovely to meet you sir, but I must be off. A new book has been called to my attention." She said with a smile still wide as she began to skip off towards her grandfathers study.

She opened the door softly, walked over to the desk and grabbed the book he'd mentioned before walking back out again. She continued along the hallway as she came to her favourite door in the house, the library. She pushed the door open, and then closed it three quarters of the way before skipping inside and finding a seat on her favourite chair, which sat right in front of a bustling fire. She had gotten through at least ten pages of the book before she heard the door open quietly and in walked a little blonde haired boy.

He closed the door back to where he found it and walked in, not even noticing Rory sitting in the chair. It took him a couple of minutes of looking around before he noticed the beautiful young girl about his age, sitting cross legged on a chair in front of the fire with a book in hand. He smirked softly at her before walking closer to her. He extended a hand, as that was what was expected of people who were meeting someone for the first time, well so his father and grandfather had said anyways.

"I'm Logan." He said as she took a hold of his hand, he noticed how warm it felt, compared to his cold one. 'Must be the fire.' He thought as he slowly pulled his hand away and waited for her to speak.

"I'm Rory." She said rather softly as she examined the boy who stood in front of her. 'This must be the Huntzberger boy.' She thought to herself as she closed the book, and gave him her full attention.

"It's nice to finally meet someone my age." He said as he placed his hands in his pockets.

"I'll say, I'm always so bored at these things I retreat into here to read. I don't want to grow up ever if it means I have to come to these parties all the time. And I'm sorry, I'm rambling." She said as she blushed slightly.

He chuckled as she finally stopped talking. "No, I think I like it." He said as a smirk reappeared on his face.

"Well, I'm hungry. Care to join me? I know where all the good food is stashed." She said with a giggle, as she hopped off the chair and placed the book where she'd been sitting less than a minute beforehand. She began to make her way to the door before looking back at Logan. "You coming or going to wait till Christmas comes instead."He chuckled once more and walked over to her.

"Yeah, yeah, keep your dress on." He said which resulted in both of them giggling.

Six months later saw both Rory and Logan sitting in the library of the elder Gilmore house as another 'boring adult party', as they liked to call them took place. Ever since they'd met, they'd been inseparable at these parties they both had to attend. They laughed as they played a game of snakes 'n ladders, a game they'd played a million times before, but never seemed to get sick of it."So are you nervous about starting school soon?" Logan asked as he rolled the dice and moved his piece the correct amount of times according to the numbers shown on the dice.

"I'm really excited actually." She said bouncing up and down as it was her turn to shake the dice.

"I think it's cool, their letting us go to school together. I thought for sure, you'd be going to school in Stars Hollow." Logan said as he watched her move her piece while he had a sip of his juice.

"Well, grandma and grandpa thought it was best for my future if I went to good schools before I finally got to college."

"I like the way they think, Ace."

"Do you always have to call me Ace?"

"Every great has a nickname, you'll become a great writer, so it's only fitting you get the best nickname." He said with a smirk as he took his go.

"Logan, we've been over this before. I'm not a great and we don't even know if I'll be a great writer." She said shaking her head before taking a sip of her juice.

"Well, I know you will and that's all that matters." He said with a smirk which resulted on Rory smiling widely as she looked up at him.

"Ha, I win again." She said as the game ended in her winning for the fifth time that night.

"Only because I let you win." He grinned as he finished off his juice.

"So Ace, what are you doing for you birthday?" He asked wondering.

"Mum's got something big planned like she does every year." Rory said as she began to pack the game away, finally tired of playing it for the night.

Rory's birthday came, beginning with the normal ritual of Lorelai coming into her room at 4:03am, climbing into bed next to her and telling her the story of Rory's birth. Lorelai wrapped her arm around Rory and pulled the blankets over herself, before slowly waking her up.

"Happy birthday, little girl." Lorelai says as Rory began to wake up and moved closer to her mum.

"Hey."

"I can't believe how fast you're growing up."

"Really? Feels slow."

"Trust me, it's fast. What do you think of your life so far?"

"I think it's pretty good."

"Any complaints?"

"I'd like that whole humidity thing to go away."

"All right. I'll work on that."

"So do I look older?"

"Oh, yeah. You walk into Denny's before 5, you've got yourself a discount."

"Good deal."

"So you know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you're a great, cool kid, and the best friend a girl could have."

"Right back at ya."

"And it's so hard to believe that at exactly this time many moons ago, I was lying in exactly the same position..."

"Oh, boy. Here we go."

"Only I had a huge, fat stomach and big fat ankles and I was swearing like a sailor…"

"On leave."

"On leave… right! And there I was…"

"In labour."

"And while some have called it the most meaningful experience of your life, to me it was something more akin to doing the splits on a crate of dynamite."

"I wonder if the Walton's ever did this."

"And I was screaming and swearing and being surrounded as I was by a hundred prominent doctors, I just assumed there was an actual use for the cup of ice chips they gave me."

"There wasn't."

"But pelting the nurses sure was fun."

"I love you, Mum."

"Shh. I'm getting to the part where he sees your head. So there I was…"

Rory's birthday was in full swing, music was going, and everyone was laughing, talking and dancing. There was a jumping castle set up in the front yard, a clown making balloon animals, a bar set up for the adults and Miss Patty singing as loud as she could over the music before being joined by Babette. Rory smiled as she wandered over to her mother who was talking to Sookie.

"Thanks mum." She said as she hugged her mother tightly.

"Anytime hun." Lorelai replied as she returned the hug.Rory looked over that the front door as she pulled away from her mother and saw Logan standing there, along with his sister Honor and their nanny. She smiled brightly as she walked over to greet them all.

"Hi guys." She said just as brightly as her smile had been moments before.

"Happy birthday Rory." Honor said before moving inside, taking the nanny along with her.

"Happy birthday Ace." Logan said next as she stepped forward and handed her, her present.

"Thank you Logan." Rory said as she looked at the rectangle box for a moment.

"Mum got it for me, but I did tell her what I wanted it to be." He said proud of himself. "So open it." He said eager to find out what she thought of it.

She slowly began to undo the wrapping paper, letting it fall on the floor then opened up the box. Inside was a gold bracelet with 'Ace' engraved on the front of it. Rory felt her smile widen as she looked at it. Logan smiled noticing how happy she seemed with it. "Thank you Logan."

She said as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug before running off to her mum, asking her to put the bracelet on for her. Lorelai smiled as a happy Rory showed her what Logan had gotten her for her birthday, as she put it on Rory's tiny wrist. After Lorelai had finished Rory bounced of back to Logan and they went outside for a go on the jumping castle. The cake was brought out not long after, Lorelai lighting the candles and everyone began to sing. Rory thought about her wish as she blew out the candles, she sat next to Logan as they ate their cake, still smiling about how fun this birthday had been for her.

"So what did you wish for Ace?" Logan asked as he put a bite of cake in his mouth.

"I'm not supposed to tell you, but I wished that we would be best friends forever." She said as she herself had a bite of her cake.

"No need to wish Ace, I can promise that it will happen."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." Logan said as they joined their pinkies together and shook on it before returning their attention back to the cake in front of them.