Summary: Rory thought there were only two doors when Logan proposed: Say yes, or say no. She never thought that she could say yes and no at the same time. What if she found that chance? This is the story of Door Number Three.
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This was just a random thought, so, I don't know exactly where this is going, but it's not the best. .-.
But, yeah.
Disclaimer: If I owned GG, I wouldn't be writing this story. Rory would've said YES, dangit! .-.
I laughed with my parents and grandparents, taking pictures. Then I saw him. Just standing there. Talking to some guy.
He was the boy I loved, that I needed, that I would not be able to live without. He was my security blanket, even if he wasn't an inanimate object, let alone a blanket. He'd been my life since my grandparents' vow-renewal, and I knew he always would be.
Was it wrong that I wasn't ready? I loved him. I wanted to marry him. I could see us in years to come with little babies, living happily. Lane married young. Really young. Why couldn't I? Truth was: I could. I just wasn't ready. But I loved him! I loved him more than anyone: my father, my grandma, grandpa, for God's sake even my mother!
"I'll be right back," I announced before heading over towards him. The other man walked away as I neared.
"Hey, congratulations; you did great." He nodded.
"Thanks," I murmured, glancing away.
"Yeah, no tripping, no dropping the diploma, no… nothing like that," he chuckled dryly. "I remember when I graduated I was a little tipsy— big surprise, huh?—and I did trip and I reached out and grabbed the robe of Marsha Hadly who was so not the person to grab," he rambled.
"Logan," I said, cutting him off. "I'm sorry… I can't. …I love you. You know how much I love you. I love the idea of being married to you," I explained. "But there are just a lot of things right now in my life that are undecided and… that used to scare me, but now… I—I kind of like the idea that it's just all kind of… wide open. And if I married you it just wouldn't be," I concluded, feeling my heart rip in half.
"So, what? I go to San Francisco and you stay on the east and we see each other occasionally?" He asked.
"Well, we can try long distance; we've done it before," I tried to reason.
"You really think that's going to work?"
"I think it would be hard, but—"
"I don't want to do that, Rory," he sighed. "I don't want to go backwards. If we can't take the next step…"
"What?" I breathed, not believing what was happening.
"I mean…" He trailed off.
"Does it have to be all or nothing?"
"Yeah, it does."
"But, we could at least try," I tried.
"What's the point?" He asked. I frowned.
"So…"
"So?"
I thought for a minute before feeling a tear making its way down my cheek. I reached up to catch it before Logan could noticed, unfortunately his thumb captured it.
"Ace, please don't cry," he pleaded.
"How can I not?" I exploded. "I have to choose you or my family! I would choose you in an instant if I knew my mom really didn't care, but I can tell she thinks we're too young! She's my mom and my best friend, and I don't want to get married at twenty-two! Maybe twenty-four, twenty-five, but twenty-two is just too young for me. The only thing I have figured out about my life is that it needs you in it!" I cried, tears spilling onto my cheeks. "Logan, I want to say yes, but… Luke!" I exclaimed, suddenly realizing that there were three doors. Door number one: Say yes and get married at age twenty-two. Door number two: Say no and lose Logan. Door number three: Say yes and pull a Luke… Minus the whole not ending up getting married.
"Luke?" Logan queried, wiping at my cheeks again. "What about Luke?"
"When my mom was engaged! They put off the wedding," I shouted. "Logan, what if I said yes? Could we wait … at least two years before we got married?"
"We would definitely get married, though?" Logan asked skeptically. I nodded, smiling hopefully. "Ahh, I guess I could wait, as long as that ring is on your finger," he grinned.
"Oh, my God!" I laughed, "I never thought I'd be so grateful to Luke for putting off the wedding!"
"Well, neither did I for that matter," he chuckled. "Now will you shut up so I can kiss you?"
"Yes!" I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck and crushing my lips to his. I could feel his mouth turn up into a smile, as did mine. Then I pulled away, my lips shaping into a frown. "Oh, crap! I have to tell mom, now!" I whisper-yelled.
"Oh, I think she knows," he laughed, casting a quick glance at my family.
"Oh no," I frowned, "how bad?"
"Well, she's smiling, although there are tears. Her head is on your father's shoulder, if that says anything. Your grandparents are grinning so wide I fear that they'll stick like that and put plastic surgery smiles to shame, and your father is simply watching this oh so glamorous exchange," he provided.
"Glamorous?" I giggled. I turned around to see my mom who offered me a small smile. "Oh!" I suddenly remembered. I reached into my gown's pocket, retrieving the velvet blue box that contained the ring. "Would you like to do the honors?" I laughed, handing him the box.
"Why of course, my love," he said in a formal tone.
"Oh, God, Logan. 'My love'? We don't need a second Finn running around here," I frowned.
"Oh, whatever," he laughed, sliding the ring on to my finger. I smiled brightly before taking his hand in mine and dragging him towards my family.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy!" I chanted, running up to her. "I'm getting married! In over two years!" I added on. Her face seemed to relax a bit and she smiled at me.
"Hey, kid," she hugged me, "that's great."
"I know!"
"Rory!" my grandmother exclaimed, "That is wonderful! Richard, isn't that wonderful?"
"Yes, it is wonderful," Grandpa agreed. He hugged me tightly. "Congratulations, Rory."
"Hey, Ror," my dad called. I turned to him with a large smile. "Word on the street is you're getting married?"
"Yes!" I smiled, tackling him into a hug. He hugged my back, grunting as he gave me a small squeeze.
"Congratulations," he whispered in my ear. I smiled, returning to Logan, allowing him to wrap his arm around my waist.
"Who knew you'd be so excited about a wedding that is happening in no sooner than two years?" he smiled, pecking me on the lips quickly.
"I know, right? Just give me a second," I requested before walking towards my mom and towing her away from the group.
"Look, I know Logan has never been your favorite, but you have to admit he's growing on you," I laughed. "Anyways, I know you didn't want me getting married so young, so I asked to put it off. For you, mom. I love him, but you're also a main part of my life. I'm putting it off for you, and me, too, but if you're not ready when I am, I'll wait. You want me to wait twenty years? Done. I just wanted to let you know you're my best friend, mom. You'll never lose me, I promise. I know I'll be moving to California, but maybe if everything goes well I can get a private jet that can take me here every weekend, so it'll be just like Yale. I love you, mom, and you're… crying so I'm going to shut up."
"Oh, God, Rory," Mom cried, reaching to hug me. "You have no idea how happy I am for you. Logan wasn't ever my favorite, but now he is. Because he is 'the One' for you. And there isn't anything I can do to change that, and there isn't anything I want to do to try and change that," she explained, "but it's just hitting me that I'm losing you."
"No! I just said you're not losing me!" I argued.
"Say what you want, kid, but I am. No matter what. You're graduated from college and ready to face the world without me. You have been for forever, but you're really done, now."
"Mom, you're still my mom, and still my best friend. We'll talk every day, but for now, I'm starving," I laughed, wrapping my arms around my stomach that was growling.
"Oh, fine, let's go," she scowled, trying to hide a smile.
When we returned everyone was talking to Logan, asking about his plans, which he was answering awkwardly.
"Oh, you're back!" Grandma smiled. "We should go celebrate!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Mom smiled. "Let's go to Olive Garden!"
I rejoined Logan, sneaking in a look at him, finding him staring back at me. I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around his torso and leaning my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me, forcing me a bit closer.
"Olive Garden?" Grandpa asked skeptically.
"Yes, Olive Garden: The poor peoples rich place." Mom explained.
"That sounds good!" I managed to sneak in before Grandma could argue.
Grandma nodded, smiling at me. "Well! The graduate has spoken! To Olive Garden we go!"
We all piled into cars, Grandma and Grandpa together, Mom in her own car, Dad in another, and myself with Logan.
"You know one plus side to getting married in over two years?" I asked Logan when we pulled out of the parking lot.
"What's that?"
"We can plan one thing every, what, three months? We can find flowers in one period, menu in the next, and keep going like that. It'll take so much stress off," I laughed.
"I see," he nodded with a smile, "and are we going to start now?"
"Not just yet," I shrugged. "Whenever you want."
"Well I want whenever you want," he countered.
"Oh, no," I sighed. "We're going to have a serious problem if we go back and forth."
"Oh, who cares?" He laughed, reaching over and grabbing my hand.
"Yeah, it means we'll never get in fights unless we get fed up with the other one wanting whatever the other one wants and the other one wanting the same thing," I giggled.
"Come on, Ace," Logan sighed, "nothing is going to really change. I mean, relationship wise. We've lived together for how long? We know each other, and we know how to live with one and other. We'll be fine."
"I know," I agreed, "it's just all so new to me, I suppose. And I guess part of the reason I didn't want to say yes was… Engagements and marriages in the Gilmore family don't go very wonderfully, if you haven't figured that out."
"That's your mom, Ace. And you're not your mom."
"Would it be a bad thing if I was?" I asked, growling.
"What?" He asked, surprised. "No! I was just saying you're two different people. You shouldn't let her past influence you."
I frowned, realizing he was right. "Oh, wow, I'm so sorry! Not even an hour into the engagement and I'm already freaking out. Not in the bad way," I added on.
"It's okay, Ace," he laughed.
"No, no, it isn't. I feel bad."
"Well, I don't."
"Oh, no. I'm still wondering how I ended up with someone so perfect."
Logan's face grew soft, and he turned to me. "'Perfect' wouldn't exactly be the adjective you'd find under my name on anyone's list," he sighed. "Under Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, on the other hand…"
"Oh, shush! You're perfect on my list, and using my full name? That was low, Logan Gregory Huntzberger," I frowned.
"Oh, come on," he smirked, "no full name usage anymore," he compromised. I nodded in agreement before looking out the front window, realizing we were at Olive Garden.
"How long have we been here?" I asked incredulously.
"Since you said I was perfect," he laughed, letting go of my hand. "You don't think I'd look at you for over two minutes while driving?"
"Knowing you, you would."
"Come on," he rolled his eyes. "Your family is waiting."
I got out of the car, meeting Logan at the front of the car. "You hush. They're your family, too."
"Not for at least two years," he whispered quickly before we were in earshot.
"Hello, again, Rory, Logan," Grandma greeted formally. Mom rolled her eyes, walking inside after flashing me a quick smile, letting me know it was Grandma annoying her, not the whole Logan thing. I smiled back, knowing this would be occurring until the day I truly got married.
"So have you ever eaten at the poor person's rich place?" I asked Logan in a whisper.
"As a matter of fact I have," he laughed. "Shocker, right?"
"A very big one!" I giggled.
"Rory! Logan! Come on already!" Grandma called impatiently. "Oh, Lorelai, stop that!"
I laughed, looking in to find my mom jumping around, chanting 'I'm the mother of a Yale graduate' to everyone she saw.
"Hey, mom!" I called as I walked in, "Stop embarrassing your graduate."
"Hey, it's not like you'll ever see these people again!" She defended herself. "And everyone back at home knows. I need to tell someone."
"Well, you told someone, now we can eat."
"Yeah, if we didn't have one of these crazy buzzing thingies," Mom frowned, holding up a black object. As soon as the words left her mouth the object began to flash and vibrate wildly, making her jump in surprise. "Oh! I'm magic!"
I turned to Logan. "You're really ready for her to be your mother?"
"If I can deal with you I can deal with her," he chuckled.
"Hey!" I shouted at the same time as my mom. "I'm worse than Rory! I can't do many things better than her," Mom added, pointing at me, "but what I can to better, I'll take credit for. And that would be… I don't know, craziness?"
"Because we all know how wonderful you are at that," Grandma muttered under her breath.
"Very well, Lorelai," Logan nodded. "But in all honesty, I have to live with Rory. I don't have to live with you."
"Ahh, that is true," Mom nodded in agreement.
"Well, I think that we should go get our table?" Dad suggested.
"Oh!" Mom exclaimed. "I was wondering what that annoying feeling in my hand was!"
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