Rory lay sprawled across the couch in her living room in Stars Hollow. She had been reading the same page of her book for over a half an hour. She just couldn't concentrate. Sighing she lay the book down on her chest and frowned. Logan being in London was killing her. How was she going to complete her senior year at Yale if she couldn't even concentrate on something like reading, which she normally excelled at? She was thinking about calling him and accusing him of robbing her of her ability to concentrate on anything other than him. She was starting to feel like one of 'those' girls whose lives started and ended with their boyfriends. She didn't want to be one of 'those' girls. She knew she loved him but did it mean that he was the one when she got to this point of obsessing?
Finally deciding to try find something to distract herself from Logan, Rory dragged herself off the couch and slid her feet into some sandals by the front door. Maybe her mother would have something at the Inn to keep her busy with. She had barely walked a block and the sidekick in her pocket started to vibrate. Knowing that the message would more than likely be from Logan she waited until she reached the bridge to stop and read it. Foot traffic on the bridge was minimal and that would come in handy if the message proved to be blush-worthy. Rory had initiated a series of very intimate instant messages via her sidekick. It was only helping slighting to help minimize the current space between them. While disappointed that they didn't help gap the distance more at least they were entertaining. Rory had been aware that Logan was an amazing writer before their exchanges began, but she had no idea that his writing was amazing to this degree. After one of his more mind-blowing messages Rory told Logan that if his father ever decided to disown him from the family he could always get a good job writing smutty romance novels. Practically tingling with anticipation by the time she reached the bridge she quickly sat down and opened her sidekick. The message was not an enticing follow up to her last message but the contents were just as thrilling.
Rory jumped up and ran the rest of the way to the Inn. Upon arriving, heaving and out of breath, Michel simply glared at her and pointed toward her mother's office. Her mother who was engrossed with the Inn's financials on her computer looked up shocked at the sight of her grinning, sweating, panting daughter and simply demanded, "What?"
"Logan texted," Rory puffed as she handed her sidekick to her mother to read.
"Gross—I don't want to read that filth," Lorelai replied.
"Mom, I would never let you read one of those messages, how do you even know about those anyway?" Rory asked blushing.
"Well considering that you are never without that thing anymore and whenever it buzzes you leave the room it didn't take me too long to put it together," Lorelai answered.
"I had no idea I was being so obvious."
"So, what does it say," Lorelai asked.
Rory grinned and read, "Ace – Dad is impressed with my dedication and hard work and has granted me a long weekend back at home. I fly into Hartford on Friday afternoon; can I count on you to pick me up? I am looking forward to spending all my time with you; please don't disappoint me by already having plans. Love you, Logan."
Rory did a very un-Rory little happy dance as she finished reading the text.
"Does this mean that I'm going to Friday night dinner alone?" Lorelai asked in horror.
"Well, I could invite Logan to come along…" Rory began.
"Yes, please…" Lorelai interrupted.
"But since Logan and I haven't seen each other in over a month we might not be able to restrain ourselves and that would lead to another discussion about my most precious gift…"
"Okay," Lorelai whined, "I get your point. So, did you come all the way here to read me your text? You could have just called."
"No, I was coming over to see if you had anything for me to do. I needed a distraction from my brooding over the fact that my boyfriend is not on the same continent as me. But now I'm thinking that I should probably pack up and head to Hartford."
"But Logan doesn't get in until Friday…incase you forgot how to read a calendar, today is only Wednesday."
"I know, but I have a lot to do to get ready for his arrival," Rory said.
"Like what?" Lorelai asked.
"Well, remember that big bash I threw right before Logan left for London—well I never really finished cleaning the apartment up after that."
"Don't you guys have a maid to do that for you?" Lorelai asked.
"Well we did but I told him that I would be fine to clean up my own messes while he was gone so he told the agency that we didn't need her anymore. We really should have kept her one more week, then I wouldn't have such a mess to go home to," Rory said.
"So that is why you are abandoning me? To return to a messy, empty apartment?" Lorelai pouted.
"Well I should also fill the fridge with food and stock up on the necessities…" Rory began.
"Okay, okay. I get it. I have just gotten so used to having you back at home. But you and Logan totally deserve this weekend so go and enjoy it. I will try to refrain from calling and interrupting Lord knows what,' Lorelai said with a grin.
"Thanks mom. I will come crawling back home to be comforted by Mommy as soon as his flight takes off on Sunday night."
Rory hoped as she turned the key to their apartment that somehow magically the apartment would be clean. No such luck. Feeling slightly depressed she walked into their bedroom and lay down on the bed. She rolled over and buried her face in his pillow, it still smelled like him. She couldn't believe his Dad was letting him come home for the weekend to her. Maybe Mitchum had finally realized that this was the real deal and one way to keep Logan on task in London was to dangle trips home to see Rory in front of him. Rory's pocket vibrated and she quickly rolled over and pulled out the sidekick.
Logan: Ace, did you get my message?
Rory: Yes—I was so thrilled I forgot to write back. I quickly returned to our apt. in Hartford to start preparing.
Logan: I am thrilled too. I am practically counting the hours until I see you again.
Rory: Me too.
Logan: We'll have to reenact some of our more juicy texts to one another…;)
Rory: Good thing you can't see me blushing.
Logan: What kind of preparing are you doing?
Rory: Well…I never really cleaned up after the farewell bash…
Logan: See I knew the maid would come in handy.
Rory: Yeah. But cleaning it up myself will distract me a little.
Logan: Really, what's on your mind?
Rory: Like you don't already know.
Logan: Glad to hear it though, Ace.
Rory: I miss you.
Logan: I miss you too, Ace. I really need to get going though. I have to be in a meeting in a few minutes. I will call you later.
Rory: Okay, have a good meeting.
Logan: I love you.
Rory: Me too.