Sooo, yeah. This chapter is kind of suckish.
Starting next chapter, Lorelai will be a main character, seeing as Rory and Logan are moving to SanFrancisco and you can't have Gilmore Girls without Stars Hollow! o:
Lorelai's chapters will be written in third person, and Rory's in first.
I might add in a excerpt of Logan's mind, too... Not very often, but during important events.
Also, Lorelai's 'BAM' explanation will be talked about next chapter, so, don't think you'll never find 'll know what I mean when you see 'BAM!'. Soo, yeah.
Disclaimer: If I owned Gilmore Girls, my name would be Amy... My name isn't Amy.
Last night had been a living nightmare. Literally; I'm pretty sure I'd had a nightmare like that before.
It started with Honor answering the door the same way she had the first time, just a bit differently, altering her words so she said "It's horrible. A morgue. It's like they already know what you're going to… Whoa, déjà vu, guys, but you get it."
Once we got inside I had to hide my hand until dinner, which was surprisingly hard. Mitchum and the Shira had guessed, and Logan's grandfather had… not. He claimed that Logan was crawling back to the HPG due to his complete failure in California. After Logan called the man crazy, Honor spoke up, saying that instead of judging everything from the second they assume something, give people a chance to announce whatever they have to say… And then judge.
"Ac—Rory and I… Are moving to California. And, she is no longer just my girlfriend," Logan had said, catching himself before he called me Ace. Everything in the room had frozen, it seemed, but when movement came back Mitchum congratulated us sincerely, Shira at least attempted to, though she didn't do very well. I simply shrugged it off. And this time I hadn't been chased out of the house. I realized that Mitchum actually almost respected me, though I assumed that was because I changed his son completely and made him actually make something out of his life. I expected Shira hated me because I was either stealing her son from him, or possibly the fact that I actually made something of my life unlike she had.
When the night was finally over I repeatedly thanked Honor, so much until she literally made a break for her car and sped out of the drive way. Logan and I had reached home at around ten, only to find Luke at the house, in the kitchen with my mom.
"Luke?" I asked, double-taking as I was about to walk into my room. Logan was cleaning out the back of my car so I could get my boxes in easier.
"Uhh, hi, Rory," he nodded, standing up.
"Hi, Luke…" I nodded, eying my mom in confusion, though I was speaking to Luke.
"Oh! Right!" Mom stood up. "Luke and I… Are back together."
"Oh."
"Yeah! Got settled right after you left this afternoon. Luke said he ran into you guys and we started talking and BAM!" She clapped. "I told him I missed him. And then we just talked, and … Where's Logan? How did you make it out alive but Logan didn't?"
"Logan's just outside cleaning out the car. Heh, I have powers over him. I can make him do whatever whenever," I grinned evilly. "And hi, Luke. Welcome back."
"It's good to be back," he nodded shortly.
For a minute, we all stood awkwardly until Logan walked in. "You have got a bunch of crap in your car, you know that?" He asked as he walked in, freezing when he saw Luke. "Hey, Luke," he greeted.
"Uh, hi. I guess I should say congratulations."
"Thank you," Logan nodded, wrapping an arm around my waist. "And, should I say… Uh, … welcome back?" He guessed.
"That works," I grinned, leaning into his side. I placed my head on his shoulder. "Mom and Luke are back together," I explained.
"Oh! Congratu… lations…? I think that is what you would say in this instance, right?"
"That works," Mom nodded. "Well, we don't want to keep you from ripping Rory's head off for making you go to dinner with your parents, just make sure you don't kill her."
"Oh, thank you so much, mommy-dearest." I frowned.
"Why, you are welcome, loinfruit!"
"Come on," Logan, laughed, dragging me into my room. "I've got some head-ripping-off to do."
"Really? Because if you do then we won't get married and your hopes and dreams will be crushed," I reasoned.
"Awh, now that's too bad," he smirked, closing my door. "I might be able to spare you, if only you could apologize…"
Grinning, I stood on my tippy-toes and crushed my lips to his, forcing him backwards to the bed. "I'm sorry," I mumbled against his lips.
"Hey, Luke, maybe we should go… Upstairs. And put earplugs in," Mom suggested. I pulled away from Logan at the same time as he did and shook my head. He rolled his eyes and pressed his lips back to mine, making my mind go blank.
We fell asleep in the small bed, his arm around me protectively.
"Kid!" Mom pounded on the door. "Get up! I'm not entirely sure what state you're in right now, so I'm not coming in!"
"Wha—?" I mumbled, shooting up into a sitting position and looking around wildly. "Mom!"
"Are you presentable?" She yelled through the door.
"What? Yes!"
"Is Logan?"
I looked over at his sleeping form, smiling to myself. How he slept through the yelling got me. "He's asleep," I crooned.
"That doesn't answer the question."
"Yes!" I growled.
"Okay," my mom nodded after entering. "I figured you owed Logan for making him go to his parents, so I thought you might want to—"
"Mom!" I cut her off.
"What? I was just going to say talk," she frowned. I glared at her, showing I there was no possible way I would believe that. "Sorry," she sighed, holding her hands up. "Anyways, get up! You have to be there at one! It's eleven! Move, move, move!"
"Fine," I frowned. She turned out of the room, closing the door behind her. "Logan," I cooed, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Up, boy, up!"
"Mornin'," he slurred, reaching blindly for my hand. I grabbed it, laughing lightly.
"Get up," I whispered, kissing below his ear.
"Mmmm…. No, you get down," he frowned.
"Come on, boy, c'mon," I called.
"Woof."
"I said come, not speak."
"I'm very disobedient. You never took me to any classes."
"I tried," I grinned. "You bit me."
"I have no memory of this."
I laughed, pulling his arm as I got out of bed. When I had pulled him half way across the mattress he pulled back, causing me to fall back in bed. "Hey!"
"Sleep," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around me.
"Wake up," I nudged him repeatedly. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake—"
"Shut up."
"Wake up."
"Shut up."
"Wake up."
"Shut up!"
"Wake up!"
"Shut up!"
"Wake up!"
"Will you both just shut up?" Mom called from the living room.
"Sorry!" I called back. "Now get up," I growled at Logan, slithering out of his arms.
"Fine," he sighed, throwing his legs over the side of the bed.
I snorted, memories of us two flooding my mind. "Do you remember our first kiss?" I laughed.
"I try not to," he chuckled, stand up and walking towards me. "Had it not been for what happened after that kiss, your mom might have not hated me as much at first."
"What about Luke?" I asked.
"He's only met me, what, three—maybe four—times? Apart from the vineyard, I guess. The first time wasn't the very best."
"What about my supposed 'ultimatum' that got us together?"
"Ah, now you freaked me out with that one," he smirked. "When you said you were done, you made me realize I'd actually fallen for a girl. If any other girl would've come in my room saying that, I would've ignored them and gotten over it. You're too damn perfect for your own good. I think you're the only girl I had actually called, actually wanted to see; it freaked me out for a while. Every other girl was just for a day to a week; you, however lasted, what? Two months before I agreed? You evil little girl."
"I apologize," I laughed, grabbing the black and white dress I had worn on graduation day.
"You should be sorry. What's with all these memories?" He asked, approaching me.
"Just reminiscing," I explained, tossing him a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. "Now get dressed. Then you can help me with that stupid zipper," I frowned.
He caught the clothes I had thrown at him, pulling on the pants and then rummaging through the one drawer I had left for his white shirt to wear under his shirt. Once he found it he pulled it on over his head, he put one arm through a sleeve, but froze when he saw me on the bed, staring blankly at my hands. "Ace?"
"Hmm?" I asked once I snapped out of my trance.
"You okay?"
I shrugged. "Just a bit nervous. I know this is just a reenactment, but it will be official for everyone. And everyone is going to know about us. And that I'm leaving. And… Oh, God, Logan, what if everyone hates me? I mean, I just got back and now I'm leaving again, I only gave them—what? A week?—to be with me before I'm flying off to the other side of the country."
"Calm down, they'll understand about us; it's been three years. California may be a different story. Ace… You don't have to move yet. I can just move. If all goes well and I get promoted, I'll be able to work from home, and go on occasional business trips. You could—"
"No, Logan." I interrupted. "I'm coming with you. I've—" I started, stopping suddenly.
"You've…?" He prompted.
"Already applied at the Chronicle. The night you proposed I sent my resume. I talked to them two days later. They gave me the job, and I just have to let them know yes or no," I explained slowly, watching Logan's face drain of any emotion. "What? Was that bad?"
Logan stood for a little longer, dumbfounded, until a smile then spilt across his face, lighting up his features. "Why on earth would that be bad?" He laughed, bending down to kiss me. I pulled away quickly.
"So say yes?" I asked. When he smirked, I took that as a yes and pressed my lips back to his. "Great, I am going to call them."
"Wait—Ace!" he called as I headed out of the room.
"Hmm?"
"Call tonight; you still have to get ready."
"Right," I nodded, undressing before slipping on the dress. "Zip, please!" I said to Logan, holding the top together. He eased the zipper up, spinning me around when it was all the way done.
"You look beautiful," he told me, smiling as he twined his hand with mine.
"Ugh, no. I still have to have my coffee, and do my hair."
Logan chuckled, and I sent him a questioning glance. "You don't need anything to be the prettiest girl in the whole world," he grinned.
"Cheesy!" I yelled.
"And where most girls say they need to do their make-up, you say you have to drink your coffee."
"Make-up is a waste of time. It tastes gross. Why would I drink make up? Coffee makes me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!"
"Not to mentioned psychopathic."
"Mean!" I frowned.
"I apologize," he smiled, leaning into kiss me again.
"Coffee now, kiss later," I said, getting out of his grip and heading into the kitchen.
As I was about to pour the coffee into the maker, the back door slammed shut, causing me to jump a foot in the air.
"Oh, my God!" I breathed out, my hand flying up to cover where my heart was trying to break out of my chest. "Luke!" I shouted, spotting him. "You scared me!"
"I'm sorry. Where's Lorelai?" He asked, looking almost nervous.
"In here!" Mom yelled from the living room. Luke nodded to me before joining my mom in the living room. Aimlessly, I followed him, Logan trailing after me.
"Rain!" Luke spat, making the word sound almost like a swear word.
"What about rain?" Mom asked dumbfounded.
"It's wet!" Luke sighed, exasperated.
Mom eyed Luke as if he were speaking a different language. "Oh, my God! Don't tell me that rain is wet! It goes against everything I've ever learned!" She said dramatically, standing up from the couch.
"No, rain makes the square wet, and the stuff in the square is important for today."
"Oh, right," she nodded, her face scrunching up: she was thinking hard. "The tent!" She exclaimed suddenly.
"Tent?" Luke and I asked at the same time.
"Yes! At the Dragonfly. In the barn, there is a wedding tent; we can use that." She sighed.
"And it can cover the whole square?" Luke asked skeptically.
"Yes; just be careful of the gazebo. Or; wait. Get the smaller tent and lead it up to the gazebo. Then get the walk way tent and lead it up the stairs of the gazebo. Got it?"
"Who would've thought that I actually got smart advice from you?" Luke muttered as he leaned into kiss her quickly and hassled through the backdoor.
"I heard that!" My mom yelled after him angrily but he was already gone. "Oh! Fruit of my loins! You haven't had your coffee yet!"
I snickered, turning to face Logan. "Make me coffee." I ordered, not smelling any that my mom could've been hiding.
"Are you really trusting me not to mess up your coffee?" Logan asked.
"Yes. If you mess it up I obviously have to leave you; how will I survive without someone to make me coffee?"
"Hey, you have you!"
"Yes, but what if I'm sick?"
"If you're sick won't you be drinking Ginger Ale rather than coffee?"
I exchanged a look with my mom, attempting to hold back a giggle. "Mommy, mommy! I've got a funny boy."
"I see that," she giggled. "At least your boy lets you drink coffee without lecturing you about how it is going to kill you," she sighed, instantly turning gloomy.
Logan stood beside me, chuckling. "Let's go make coffee," he sighed, tugging me into the kitchen.
"You know? Life is like coffee," I grinned happily.
"Really? Why?"
I looked at Logan, the grin wiped from my face. "Why what?"
"Why is life like coffee?" He asked slowly, filling the coffee maker with coffee beans.
"Oh, I don't know. Because coffee is good, and so is life?" I asked stupidly.
"Really?" He asked in a no-nonsense tone.
"No, life can be bad. Coffee is never bad. Oh, fine, you win."
"I didn't know there was a contest," he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and sat at the table, waiting for the coffee to be ready. Once it was full enough I jumped up and retrieved a cup, pouring the coffee into it. Downing it quickly, I grinned. "You make good coffee!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around Logan. "Iloveyou, Iloveyou, Iloveyou!" I chanted.
"I'm glad," he smirked.
We sat in a comfortable silence, yelling a good-bye to my mom when she left, an hour and a half earlier than us.
After making occasional small talk for the rest of the time, Logan took me outside, holding the umbrella over my head for me.
"So, I have to know; how did you make that coffee?" I asked with a smirk as he got in the car, closing the umbrella out his door.
"A wonderful invention called sugar," he explained.
"Sugar?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Put it in the coffee before you put it in the maker."
"That's genius!" I exclaimed.
"Well, of course it is; it was my idea."
"Hush, you," I scolded. "Because jumping off a cliff with a faulty parachute was also incredibly genius of you."
"That's never going away, is it?"
"For me, I hope it is. For my mom, don't bet on it."
"Eh, whatever," he rolled his eyes.
"Whoa," I breathed as we pulled up to the square. "How did they do all of this?"
"Magic," he smirked.
"Cue Twilight Zone music."
Logan smirked, getting out of the car and coming around to my door, leading me to the tent under the umbrella. I was greeted by tons of cheers. I was already dressed in my cap and gown, so I was escorted directly to the front of the gazebo where Taylor called my name after everyone was seated. I headed up to receive my diploma—again—and smiled at everyone, switching the tassel to the other side. The crowd erupted into cheers again, causing my face to break into a giant smile.
After I was down the steps, everyone gathered around, hugging me. When I made it to the back of the crowd, Mom, Luke, and Logan were waiting for me. Mom took mine and Logan's hands, hurrying us back up to the 'stage'.
"Hey, everyone! Logan and Rory have an announcement!" She sang, hurrying back down the steps. I scowled, annoyed that she thought we would chicken out.
Everyone seemed to freeze, turning to look at us with expectant eyes.
"Same speech," I reminded Logan softly, "correct wording."
After giving me a slight nod he looked at the crowd. "I'd like to say a few words to you all. You're Rory's family. She loves all of you so much, which is why this is being let out to all of you at the exact same time…" he trailed. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "This past year I realized I don't know as much as I thought I knew. The one thing I know more than anything is that I love Rory. And I want to be with her. Forever. Which is why I asked her to marry me. And I sure hope that's why she said yes," he chuckled.
Over everyone yelling out their congratulations, Babette, Miss Patty and Lane were easiest to pick out.
"We have one more piece of news," I started, "and no, I am not pregnant." Miss Patty's face seemed to fall, as did a few others who had originally looked hopeful.
"Not even Rory's mom knows the first part of this news, so you really are all hearing at the same time," Logan explained. Mom's face grew curious as she looked up at me.
"Right. Sorry, Mom," I laughed, brushing my hair behind my ears. "Here it goes: Logan got a job after quitting his father's business. As did I. Not after quitting anywhere, I mean, but, I got a job," I explained, shuffling closer to Logan. "At the San Francisco Chronicle."
"But that's all the way in San Francisco!" Babette frowned.
"How in the world are you supposed to work there?" Miss Patty piped up.
"I am… Going to move there…" I explained slowly. The crowd erupted in protests as soon as I had said 'move'.
"But we just got ch'a back!" Babette yelled.
"I know, and I don't want to leave you guys, but this is something I have to do."
"What did you guys think?" Lane asked, coming to the front of the crowd. "How many of you knew Rory was going to be more than successful and get everything out of life?" She asked. Everyone either rose their hand, nodded, or said 'me'. Lane looked at them as if they were crazy. "Then why are you complaining? Rory is doing something with her life! She's going to be working as a journalist! Her dream! And her dream is our dream. She'll still visit us. She'll still talk to us. Did you all honestly think she'd make a life here?"
"No," people shook their heads in unison.
"They all hate me," Logan hissed in my ear.
"No, they don't," I whispered reassuringly, grabbing his hand and pecking his lips quickly.
I turned my attention back to the crowd, blinking at the sudden silence.
"Well I think this is splendid!" Taylor called out, offering me a small nod. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "Rory's got a job! At a wonderful paper! Congratulations, Rory."
Other mumbled slightly before nodding in agreement and calling out congratulations. I grinned, relieved that this was over.
Logan and I climbed down the steps, carrying on with the party.
Throughout the time, I'd gone through twelve cookies, a plate full of fruit, five cups of soda, two twinkies, and a plate of Luke's food he had brought; his burgers and fries.
Grandma and Grandpa showed up a little while after we had told the town about the marriage and moving. At least twenty people had asked about the wedding date, and all reacted differently after finding out about the length. I assumed some of them assumed I'd back out like my mother had.
"Logan?" I asked softly on our drive home. He looked over at me, a motion I knew that prompted me to go on. "You do know I won't be like my mom, right?"
"What do you mean?" He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows.
I sighed, looking down at my hands. "I mean I'm not going to back out of this. I'm in this for good. You aren't shaking me from you."
He chuckled softly, reaching over to grab my hand, taking it in his own. "I thought we went over this?" He sighed, tracing hypnotizing circles on the back of my wrist with his thumb. "You're not your mom."
"I know," I heaved, closing my eyes tightly. "Just the looks I got when I explained that we were waiting."
"You know the only way to prove them wrong is to not back out, stay. At our wedding, they'll regret having ever had those thoughts."
"Really?"
"Yes," he laughed slightly. "Now, are we going to sleep in the car or go in?"
I looked up, realizing we were home. "Oh!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the car.
Before we went inside, I stood in the lawn, gazing at the house. "Two more days…" I sighed.
"Two more days," Logan nodded, dragging me in to the house.
So, yeah. o:
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