A/N: I don't own GG.

"Can someone get that, I'm studying," Rory yelled the morning after she had called Logan. No one seemed to be home beside her. She tried to pretend that she wasn't there to get the person to go away, but they kept knocking. Finally Rory had it and opened the door angrily. "What the hell do you want with me?" To her surprise, no one was there. She looked around for the knocker, but couldn't find them all she saw was a poster that said cheerleading tryouts where today in front of the Branford building. Yale had a cheerleading team, they didn't seem like a cheer happy school to her. She was about to go back into her dorm, when something shiny caught her eye at her doorstep. She bent down and picked up a gleaming waklie-talkie.

She was about to let it alone, when her reporter curiosity got the better of her. "The hen is in the coop," She said, trying to sound like pilot contacting ground control into the walkie-talkie.

"We read you loud and clear, roger" said a voice from the other end. Oh my God, not the 'roger' thing again, Rory thought reminded of the time Kirk had a walkie-talkie.

"Who is this?" Rory questioned into the walkie.

"I can't divulge that information at the time, Ma'm," The voice said. Her mom was right being called Ma'm did make you feel a lot older.

"Did you ding-dong ditch me?"

The voice ignored the question and said, "Find the contrary of page 89 in The Summer of our Contentment,"

"What the hell does that mean,"

"It means you must find the contrary of page 89 in The Summer of our Contentment,"

"No dip, Sherlock. And what if I don't find the contrary or whatever?"

"You won't get your Pride and Prejudice back,"

"You kidnapped my book?"

"I've already released to much information,"

"What do you mean, page 89?" The voice didn't answer. "Hello?" Still no answer. Stupid technology. Was Summer of our Contentment a book? It had to be. She started walking to the library. She wasn't familiar with the book.

First she looked it up on the computer system, no books called that specific name. Hmm. Rory sat thinking for a while and then it hit her. Oh my God, I'm an idiot, she thought. The contrary of, Duh! She quickly looked up Steinbeck and found what she was looking for The Winter of our Discontent.

She leafed through the pages to 89. Nothing. Crap, But then when she thought about it if the name was opposite maybe the number was as well. She looked up page 98, and sure enough the book had been highlighted at random spots, making the sentence:

Bring It On

What could that mean? Rory thought about when she had heard that saying before. She didn't think it was a quote from a specific person, because a lot of people say it. The only other thing she could think of was that crappy movie. The one about cheerleading, did Yale even have a cheer leading squad? Yes. How did she know that? That poster she saw this morning. She started running towards the Branford Building.

She ran up to the cheerleaders panting.

"Have you seen my book?"

"You mean like Vogue?" one of the blondes said.

"Are you here to tryout?" The lead cheerleader said, bitchily.

"No, I'm just on a scavenger hunt for my book," Rory said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She walked over to a bench, stumped. She heard the cheerleaders cheering 'Bulldog, Bulldog' over and over again. It was getting really annoying. They seemed to be getting louder, she looked up and noticed one of them had gotten a hold of a megaphone. It should be illegal to give megaphones to annoying people.

"Shut up!" She yelled. They just ignored her still singing 'Bulldog, Bulldog' why would they only practice one cheer.

Maybe they were trying to tell her something. Bulldog the Yale mascot of course.

She ran over to his stuffed figurine that she had seen at the Yale Harvad football game she was dragged to with her Grandparents. A note was attached to him:

Go to the Across the Pond football field.

That was easiest of all the clues she had got so far; the football field was across the fishing Pond here at Yale. Rory ran across campus to the football field, but saw nothing immediately. She searched everywhere for a clue, but there was nothing. She sat down on a bleacher to think.

"Across the Pond…. Football," Rory thought out loud. "Ohhhh…." She said as realization hit her. The soccer field. Across the pond as in over in Europe, and in Europe they call soccer football. She ran to the soccer field.

When she walked over to it she was speechless. It was totally decked out. She could see a dance floor set up, and table, and a tarp. What the hell is going on? She wondered. She looked around, to see someone or something that could tell her what was going on.

All of a sudden her cell phone rang.

"Hello,"

"In between the stands there is a corner with a secluded spot that has a table with a dress. Change into the dress and come back out here," said the voice from the walkie-talkie.

"What am I, Neo?" The voice didn't answer back though. She decided that she would just follow the instructions. She wondered to the section in-between the stands and immediately found the dress and the spot where she could change. The dress fit her perfectly. It was red and had a plunging v-neckline and a low dipping back. The bottom stopped at about her knees.

She walked back out the field and saw that all of the lights had been turned off. It was late now, later than she had noticed and the only light that she could see was on the table that was set up in the middle of the field. She walked over to it, having a growing suspicion on who had done all of this for her. As she got closer to the table she could see a figure sitting on the other side of the table wearing a black tux and a red crimson tie that matched her dress. She sat down on the side opposite of none other than Logan.

"Rory, you look stunning," he said.

"Well, you always had an eye for dresses," she said brushing of the complement.

"I see you find the place alright. I thought if I asked you outright you wouldn't come," He said trying unsuccessfully to make small talk.

"Logan, what do you want?" She said a little harsher than what she meant.

"I wanted a dinner with my fiancé,"

"Opps! I guess I just stumbled here by accident, then? Because last time I checked we were through,"

"Rory, come on,"

"No, Logan," She said sadly but firmly.

"Rory, I love you,"

"I never doubted that Logan,"

"Then why can't we get back together?" This question made her angry.

"Why! I don't know why, maybe you can ask that girl who picked up your phone yesterday! Or maybe the one you were on a date with while the one at you apartment waited around for you. Already have a queue? I thought that maybe even you would have taken a little time to get over a two year relationship," Logan furrowed his brow, but then as realization dawned on him he laughed. Rory grew furious. The nerve he had to laugh at her.

"So I'm just a joke to you Logan,"

"No Rory, you don't understand,"

"I understand plenty,"

"That girl at my dorm was just Honor," Rory glared at him.

"Ohh, if it was just Honor then it's fine. But wait, no. I'm pretty sure there aren't exceptions to the rules of cheating, especially since you were so adamant about us still being together,"

"Rory," Logan said still smirking,

"Take that smirk of your face, or I swear to God I will beat it off you with shovel," She said getting up, but Logan grabbed her hand forcefully.

"Rory, Honor's my sister. She was here to give me some advice about what to do about you,"

"Oh," Rory said embarrassed that she had jumped to conclusions like that.

"It's ok,"

"Well who was the girl you were out with? Because she told me you were out with a girl,"

"You,"

"What, I was at home last night"

"Do you think all of this stuff just appeared because I have a genie to poof it all up? This took some work, which I was doing last night. Honor doesn't think to well on her feet. She didn't expect for you to call me,"

"Oh," Rory said feeling bad.

"Yeah big oh," Logan said.

"Logan?"

"Yeah Ace,"

"Which one do you choose?" This time he didn't take anytime to answer.

"It's always been you,"

"Then why didn't you say anything earlier," She questioned tears in her eyes.

"It just took me a bit longer to realize than it took you,"

"Logan, I'm so sorry. I've been kind of bitchy,"

"No problem. I would get annoyed if I thought you were dating someone too," he said a comfortable pause followed. "So would you like to dance?" He said pointing to the dancing platform, which had lit up. She stood up and he grabbed her hand and put his other on the small of her back where it fit ever so perfectly. He led her to the platform, and over the speakers Hallelujah (Jeff Buckley Version) began to play. He put his arms around her waist, and she put her arms around his neck. They began to sway to the music. She sighed. Life would never be like this again. Then she remembered something.

"Logan,"

"Mhm,"

"Where's my book?" He laughed. Her mind worked in mysterious ways. He reached into his pocket and handed her a first addition copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"This isn't my copy,"

"I know, but if talking to you didn't work, I thought giving you large gifts might," he said sheepishly.

"Thank You,"

"Also I thought if my trust fund was going to go bye-bye I should milk it for all its worth," he said smirking.

"How did you know I would take you back?"

"I know you,"

" I love you Logan," She said leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you, too, Ace," He said. When the song ended he pulled her off the stage and they walked over to the tarp with Chasing Cars now playing in the background.

"Wow aren't we moving a little fast, I just took you back?" she said as he laid down pulling her down next to him.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Gilmore," He said smirking. Then pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and pressed a button on it. He pushed her down so they were both looking up to the sky. All of a sudden fireworks started going off above them. She looked up in wonder.

"You know you're setting an impossibly high standard?" She said. He just laughed.

"Well worth it," He said as she snuggled into him. They lay there all night looking at the stars and finally falling asleep cuddled together.

A/N: I want to continue, but I don't have any ideas. If you have any ideas just tell me and I can try to work them in. It might take me a while to get the inspiration to write the next chapter. I'll think about it b/c I'm on spring break!!(Wahoo SPRING BREAK!!!)

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