A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait but I finally got around to posting a new chapter!! Thanks for the great and amazing reviews! Enjoy.
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"He's a very ambiguous young man but he's very intelligent and—"
"No." Lorelai quickly walks up the stairs and into her room.
"Why not?" Emily follows.
"Because, I don't want to." She responds childishly.
"Lorelai!"
"No! What's wrong with Chris?"
Emily sighs. "I don't like him." She admits.
"I like him."
Emily throws her hands up. "Fine, marry Christopher! Just marry somebody!" She exaggerates.
"I. Don't. Want. To. Get. Married." Lorelai tells her as if she doesn't comprehend.
"Well, why not?" Apparently she doesn't.
"It couldn't be that I'm only sixteen could it?" Its' rhetorical. She ponders.
Emily fumes. "Lorelai, if you don't—"
Lorelai cuts her off. "How long is it gonna take for you to stop hassling me?"
"—compromise, I'll be forced to arrange this myself. Without your consent." She continues as if Lorelai hadn't interrupted.
"Daddy!" Lorelai storms across the room.
"Leave your father out of this." Emily follows and quickly blocks her path. "Now you have ten seconds to say 'yes' before I do it anyway." Emily waits.
"If you're gonna do it anyway why should I agree?"
"Your cooperation will be much easier in this."
Lorelai ponders before pushing past her. "I'm not gonna be some puppet for you to control whenever you want to!" She runs down the stairs to Richard's office.
"Lorelai!"
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Rory turns from side to side in the full body mirror and runs her hand down the length of her gown. It was a simple silk, grey spaghetti strap dress that stopped at her knees. She turns as Emily opens the door.
"You've been up here for hours! The guests are already here." She gives her one last warning look before closing the door. Rory sighs. She should've just eaten herself to death when she had the chance. What better way to die happy than to be in her position and live miserably! She looks over her reflection once again before exiting the room and heading down the stairs where her heart quickly entered her throat at the sight of too many people. Hundreds. Watching her. She had to tell herself to remember to breathe. Since when did it get so hard to breathe and walk at the same time? Just as quickly as they had noticed her they went back to their prior engagements. She lets out a sigh of relief and quickly heads over to the bar after noticing it. She feels a hand pulling her in the opposite direction. It was Emily. She quickly mentions something about 'introducing' her to some "friends" of theirs. Rory discretely rolls her eyes. At this point she'd rather be back on the stairs with everyone watching her.
"Helen, Evelyn, this is my granddaughter Rory." Emily introduces eagerly.
Their grins broaden even wider—if that was possible.
"How nice to finally meet you!" Evelyn drawls. Or was it Helen? She wasn't paying attention. "We've heard so much about you!"
"Don't believe a word of it." Rory plasters a smile on her face.
"And funny!" The other woman starts. She turns to Emily. "She's funny; you didn't tell us she had a sense of humor too!" Rory inwardly rolls her eyes as Emily responds. The women face her again. "Best Wishes on your engagement! I've been telling Emily about this match for ages! Things couldn't have worked out better."
"Uh…thank you." Rory says it because it's the only thing she can think of. "Excuse me." The women nod and Rory relieved, turns and heads in her first direction. The bar.
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"Now now Emily, let's just look at this from Lorelai's point of view." Richard tells her.
Lorelai sticks her tongue out at Emily, who sighs and folds her arms, "I would've been happy to get married at your age." Emily tells her.
"That's because you knew nobody would marry you—" She smiles.
"Lorelai." Richard scolds.
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Rory sips her drink and stops surprised when she hears a voice.
"Please, tell me you're not the fiancée. I will be very disappointed."
She turns and faces the guy. Blonde hair, green eyes. Not bad. "Sorry, can't do that." She smiles.
"Ah, well how about a threesome?" Rory waits to see if he's joking. Apparently not. She turns and picks up her drink and takes a sip. That just changed her entire opinion of him. "No?" And apparently he was still there. "Well, who's the lucky guy?" He looks down at her cleavage not so subtly. He looks around for someone she should have been with. Rory sighs. Who was this guy? Out of nowhere a guy appears and extends his hand.
"Hi, Logan Huntzberger. Is there something I can do for you?"
The guy holds up his hands in defense and backs away giving Rory a last look.
Rory faces him. "Thank you! You are my knight in shining armor."
"That's what I like to hear." He chuckles. "You might want to try not to look so pissed when someone's talking."
"You noticed and he didn't?" She asks in disbelief. "Uh!" She sits on a bar stool.
"Logan Huntzberger." He extends his hand.
Rory smiles. "I heard."
"See when someone holds out their hand and introduces themselves, they normally want some kind of introduction back."
Rory looks confused. "You want my name?" She asks playfully.
"That'd be helpful, yea."
"You forgot the magic words."
"Please?" He asks, now confused.
"Pretty please." She corrects. He smirks. "With a cherry on top and ice cream and sprinkles…"
"I'm pretty sure that's not how it goes."
"Close enough." She laughs. He smiles.
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"She's lying! She'll never keep her word! She'll back out the first second she gets the chance to and—"
"Emily, keep your voice down." Richard starts. "If Lorelai says she'll do it, she will. It was her idea in the first place, remember?"
Emily glares at his condescending tone. "Well of course she's going to bring it up. She's just looking for a way out, like she always does."
"Emily."
"Yea, mom. Compromise remember?" Lorelai smiles wickedly.
Emily points her finger at Lorelai. "I'm holding you to this."
"Fine, whatever." Beat. "Can we just drop this now?"
Emily storms out as the maid enters. She stops when she sees her. "Get Al Franken on the phone. Tell him I need some papers drawn up." The maid nods and scurries from the room. Emily exits and Christopher enters. "Christopher." She says coldly.
"Emily." He walks over to Lorelai and greets Richard, who retreats to his office. "You ready to go?"
"Yes! Just get me away from this house!" She grabs her jacket and heads for the exit. Chris smiles and follows. She stops him at the door. "Remind me never to have children." She quickly exits leaving Chris looking confused.
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