Author's Note: Like many Gilmore Girls fans, I also found myself disappointed with the way things ended and in an effort to console myself I came up with this lovely little story. I finally decided to type it and now I'm sharing it with the fanfiction world! This is my first story ever on here so I'm still learning the how to work this site, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. I'm a Rogan fan so naturally this story will include Logan and Rory, and maybe I'll throw in some Finn just because he holds a special place in my heart!

I'd also like to add that I got the title for this story from the name of my favorite Muse song.

Disclaimer: Although I quote it extensively and harbor an intense love of coffee, I do not own Gilmore Girls...

It's been six months since graduation. Six months since I closed off one ornate door and opened another. Six months since the world as I knew it shattered.

I glance down at my phone for what has to be the 100th time today, and it's only six o'clock. Of course, as it has been for the past 183 days, he didn't call. Not that I blame him too much, but that's just the problem. I know exactly how he viewed the fact that I turned down his proposal. In his mind it was a rejection, like I told him "No, I never want to marry you." Really, I was saying "Not yet."

Truth is, I'm actually pretty angry with him. Typical, Logan brings out some surprise to try to sweep me off my feet so that I have to agree with whatever crazy plan he thought of this time, but that's not how this works. Still, I can't brush off the feeling that maybe my grandmother had something to do with his timing. Logan knew that I wouldn't have wanted him to ask me about our future in front of random society people who I didn't know. But maybe we didn't know each other so well after all.

It's actually quite pathetic. I'm here on a bus, traveling through all of the 50 states on a groundbreaking campaign, wallowing when I should be having the time of my life. Sure, the coffee we've had along the way rivals healthy food in its atrocity, and sometimes we don't even get to stop at a motel for the night, but all in all it's been an adventure. Unfortunately, I can't help but pick up the phone and habitually hit the three (two being my mother of course) on my speed dial to tell Logan some hilarious story only to end up upset that I can no longer do that. For instance, yesterday this guy who remind me of AK back at the Yale Daily News tried reenact the tumble Gene Wilder does in Willy Wonka only to roll right onto some camera set and get tangled up in wires. The journalist's face was priceless, and yet I could only send the picture to my mom and not him too.

"Hey Gilmore, you've been staring at that phone for the past fifteen minutes, I swear there's no bomb attached to it," I look over and see my journalist friend Tanner giving me a strange look.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm just trying to think of one of those opening sentences that just screams 'Hey this article is going to amaze you'," I think of a quick example.

"Well don't kill yourself stressing, I'm sure you'll think of something. In the meantime, I think we're almost in California so I'd keep your eye out for the sign." Over the past month Tanner and I have shared a love of shouting out the contents of each "Welcome to…" signs we come across. In some ways Tanner reminds me of Finn, simply because he's got that quirky sense of humor and doesn't seem to be all there.

"There it is!" I shout, accidentally waking up the three sleeping (and now furious) reporters on the bus. "Oops, sorry"

Since they're already up, Tanner and I loudly read "Welcome to California!"

"Well that one wasn't too eccentric," Tanner pouts.

"Yeah, I was hoping for a Terminator quote or something in honor of the governator, but I guess that was asking for too much!" Logan would have enjoyed that one…I really need to stop thinking about him. Of course, that's pretty difficult seeing as our next stop on the campaign trail is San Francisco. Not that he'll necessarily come, but he was always one for interesting moments, and a rally for an African-American presidential candidate certainly qualifies.

I glance out the window and watch as tree after tree floats by, reminding me of the time when I went to the Life and Death Brigade event in the middle of now where to report, and ended up participating in a potentially life threatening situation thanks to Logan. I realize that I'm smiling like an idiot at the window, and Tanner is looking at me strangely.

"Faze out again?" He questions.

"Pretty much."

"You do that a lot Yalie, even with high intakes of coffee," That's my nickname around here, Yalie. We also have Prince Princeton and Brownie so I'm not alone in the Ivy League nicknames.

"I guess I do," It's hard not to when the guy you've been in love with and still are in love with walks away after three years simply because you can't handle too much change for once. Not to mention the fact that you couldn't take all this change mocks you everywhere you go seeing as that's the slogan of the campaign you're covering. Even the bus I'm riding in states "Change" across the side, along with it being on all the pens I use, and sometimes even my coffee mug when I can't find the one with the creepy cats on it that my mom gave me.

Suddenly I feel my phone vibrate and eagerly listen to hear for the ring tone. When "Wind Beneath my Wings" starts playing my heart drops a little before I smile again knowing my mother is calling. I leave my phone on the kitchen table for two seconds a few months ago and she programs five different songs to match Luke (strangely enough a Jimmy Buffet song since apparently he's into that), Lane (Hep Alien recording of course), Grandma, Grandpa, and at the time, Logan. I told her that it'll be embarrassing if people hear that ring in public, but of course my mother doesn't care about such things.

"Hey mom!" I attempt to answer cheerfully, knowing that my voice still sounds a little off.

"Oh dearest, darling, child of mine who magically did not want to pull a McCauley Culkin on me and divorce her own mother how are you? And more pressing, where are you?"

"I'm fine, and uh…we're currently in California," I wince as I state where I am.

"As in the state California? You run into any…"

"Mom," I cut her off.

"What I was going to say celebrities! I mean, Paul Anka is right here with me, but maybe you ran into Paris Hilton, I hear she's very political these days with those vote or die t-shirts of hers!"

"No mom, we're actually in northern California, and we're stopping in San Francisco for the weekend."

"Oh…oh. Well, San Francisco is pretty big sweets. You could stay burrowed up in your hotel room, or suddenly go crazy so that they have no choice but to lock you up in the bus."

"Mom, I'll be fine. If I see him, I see him." I sigh into the phone.

"Well, way to stay positive. Gold star for you! Listen, Michel is just about ready to dump a plant on Kirk at the moment, so I have to go, but make sure to call me! We miss you over here!"

I hear Sookie yell from the distance into the phone, "We love you Rory, even Michel!"

"Yeah, yeah, now somebody tell Kirk to stay away from my property, I don't like people breathing on me!" I laugh as Michel whines.

"Fine, just don't hurt him Michel! Bye Rory, love you!"

"Bye mom!" I shout as she hangs up the phone.

I hang up and glance up to see the bus staring at me. "Sorry!" Apparently they aren't too angry.

"You're lucky you look like Bambi or else you could have had a large number of people yelling at you right now for interrupting beauty sleep, Yalie," Tanner says quietly.

"I didn't realize that I was so loud!" I whisper shout.

There's no need for that anyway though, because just then we pulled into a Starbucks for a coffee break, and thank god.

We're currently only an hour away from San Francisco, and even the trivia game that my bus mates has pulled out is not helping to calm my nerves. I even tried bop it, but nothing is working!

Then of course, Sylvia had to bring up the Huntzberger name, which opened a whole can of worms about the family. I should have seen it coming when we brought up employers that we would love to work for.

"I was talking to Janelle who works for one of the papers that Huntzberger owns and apparently he makes life a living hell for staffers," Sylvia brings up. "She says the paycheck is totally worth it though."

"I just wished that that son of his stayed in the business longer instead of leaving, he seemed a little more decent," Tanner adds. He has no idea.

"Not to mention that guy is apparently a genius. Still, anybody from that family has to be a total schmoozer," adds Phillip, the photographer.

"I don't care if he's a schmoozer; I totally want to go out with him. With money like that in addition to how hot that guy is, anyone would be insane to turn him down," Leave it to the bus's residential drunk to pipe up. Lisa really needs to learn to keep some stuff to herself.

"You're right, he is so gorgeous!" Sylvia has to add.

"Didn't he go to Yale," I sense Tanner (who I happen to know has a huge crush on Sylvia) is trying to change the subject. Unfortunately I know where it's leading.

"Yeah, he did," Lisa acknowledges. Then, naturally, she turns to me, "Did you ever run into him Yalie?"

I sit there for a moment trying to think of a way out of this. The easy thing to do is lie, but these are my friends, and it's not like they gossip that much. Well, except for Lisa. Plus, the guy has been on my mind this whole month that I've been on the bus. I settle for telling half the truth, "Umm, yeah we did." We certainly did more than simply run into each other.

"Seriously!" Lisa squeaks, "Is he that hot in person?"

I shift uncomfortably, "Yeah, he's definitely good looking." I wouldn't call him hot though, he's got that handsome thing going on, which in my opinion is way better than just being hot.

"What about his father? I hear that man is pretty much a jerk. Did you ever see him around?" The quiet guy, Mark, wants to know.

"I did, he's definitely not the nicest guy, but he's not that horrible. I mean he's up there, but he falls pretty far behind Hitler and Capone and the gang" I try to stop babbling before I say too much.

Naturally the girls are more interested in his son, "So did you ever, hang out with Logan? I hear that he made his way through half the girls at Yale before he suddenly stopped and dated this one girl. My friend told me they broke up though since he was moving or something, which means he's single…" I can't help but cringe at what she's insinuating with the way she practically sings "single." Even though for all I know, he's plowing his way through half the girls in San Francisco right now.

Luckily Sylvia interjects, "Oh come on Lisa! Rory wouldn't hang out with playboy Logan! Unless he was on the paper or something…"

"Well he worked for the Daily News so I saw him there." I try to keep my answers short.

"God, just look at him!" Lisa picks up the newspaper on Mark's lap, "He's making a name for himself with this new company he's in. They're already making shiploads of money! If I was you Rory, I would have tried to win over this guy."

Luckily, Tanner saved the day by saying, "Enough of this Huntzberger guy, we should probably talk about what we're going to be doing tomorrow."

"You're right Tanner," I add, hoping to draw people away from the topic of the Huntzbergers.

Mark pulls out the itinerary for the weekend, "Well, we'll pull in at about 10:00 tonight, so that's about half an hour, and then we're supposed to arrive at the rally by seven unless you have some other instructions by you're publisher. Press will be let in at 7:30, and then the small rally starts at nine. It should last a couple of hours, but then we have a long break until there's a rally for everybody at four. Then Sunday we have a break since there hasn't been one for us or the senator in a few weeks."

Just great, I'll have all Sunday to potentially run into Logan everywhere I go. Wonderful.

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