AN: I know this has been done before but I had this idea in my head and needed to write this down. This takes place a few days before Rory drives to Philadelphia. Please review and sorry for any mistakes I made. The distance is the one between New Haven and Philadelphia, I hope it's somewhat accurate. Now read and enjoy (hopefully)!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any other TV-Show. Unfortunately :-(

148 miles

It was one of those afternoons where she had been able to convince him to stay at home watching TV and not going out to party. Now they were laying on the couch while the credits of the film were still shown on the screen.
That was when she got this sudden urge for ice-cream.
"Hey Logan, wanna go out for ice-cream?" she bounced up on the couch with the thought of ice-cream.

"Keep it down there ace",he said groggily, "and why go out? We got some in the freezer, just put it in bowls. Where is the difference anyway?"

This declaration made her think of somebody who would wholeheartedly disagree with this statement. Shaking her head to get rid of those thoughts she staggered over to the kitchen to get the ice-cream. An urge for food was an urge for food after all and she had learned from the best not to ignore those.

Putting her head in the freezer on search for the tube, she got another question in her head. Out of curiosity of course and the answer wouldn't matter anyway or so she told herself. But she wanted to know and so she called over her shoulder:

"Logan? Do you know the distance between here and Stars Hollow?"
As he negated a bit confused she repeated to herself that she wasn't disappointed and that she wasn't being fair to him.

Mulling over all of this she returned back to the couch and started eating her ice-cream.

Her face must have been giving her away because after a while she could hear him ask:
"Hey ace, what's up with you? What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing", was her startled reply. "Anyhow what do you think about "The Fountainhead"?"
She didn't know what she expected him to answer but she couldn't deny that she was a bit disappointed with his answer.
"You like that book, don't you? Then I'm sure it's a good one. I'm tired, let's go to bed."
That night she couldn't sleep well.

As some days later his invitation arrived, she couldn't keep her mind of ice-creams in cones, Ayn Rand- Ernest Hemingway-debates in the town 148 miles away from her.