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CHAPTER 11 – TIME IS FLYING.
"Amy, where are you? We're leaving today. It would be nice to know that you didn't fell off the face of the earth."
Rory flipped her phone shut, sat on the bed and glanced over at Amy's empty bed. She was as furious as a wet cat. This was the fifth message she left to her friend today. Amy had finished her tasks and had given herself the right to party around. And most importantly — she wasn't alone. She now had two new best friends.
Rory wasn't at all excited about this idea, though. She was packing her bags when someone knocked at her door.
"Now who?" She thought to herself. She opened the door and Logan was standing in the hallway.
"Hi."
"I came here to pick you up." Logan announced.
She sighed heavily. "Won't my pumpkin carriage come today?"
"No, prince charming came by himself." He joked.
She put her head out of the door and slowly glanced all around. "I don't see it."
"Just go dress, Ace. I'm starving." He pleaded in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, should I dress up to go out with someone as remarkable as you?" She playfully retorted.
He raised his eyebrows, scanning her. She looked like someone who just woke up. She was wearing a white T-shirt, chiffon pants and pink flip-flops. Her face was clean and her hair wrapped into a messy bun. It all made her look all of fifteen, although she looked as pretty as the first time he saw her.
Logan wanted to say that it was at least strange that she was going to leave like that, but her face showed that she couldn't care less. Plus, she was uniquely cute.
"Fine, but I have to say, Ace — You'll have to keep your hands for yourself. I don't want to spend the night in jail."
Rory rolled her eyes. "I'll watch myself."
She walked back to the room, picked up her coat and folded it over her arm. She followed him next, saying dejectedly. "I like how people always have plans for me."
He giggled. "Now you know how it's like to be me."
They were waiting anxiously for their food. Neither of them had eaten breakfast, and every minute seemed like forever. The waitress approached the table to hand them their orders. She placed down Rory's meal and then delivered Logan's lunch. His breath caught in his throat as she leaned over him, giving him a good view of her breasts, framed perfectly in the black lace cups.
He inevitably turned his head to watch her walk away and then turned back to Rory, still dazzled, as the waitress flashed an indiscreet smile.
Rory caught the brief exchange and just rolled her eyes, which also didn't go unnoticed by Logan.
"Oh, don't be like that, Ace. I check you out every day." He added, sending an annoying wink to her.
She thought about answering him properly, but she knew that anything she'd say might sound like spite. Then she chose to fake indifference. She stuck her fingers into her ham sandwich, jumping when her phone rang. That frustrated the hell out of her. She looked at the phone's screen and smiled discreetly. "My favorite mother."
"Someone is in a good mood." Lorelai presumed, definitely curious to know more.
Rory sighed in boredom. "Not really."
"Hm. So you're with him." Lorelai diagnosed correctly.
Rory glanced briefly at Logan and changed the subject. "Positive. What's up?"
"I have great news!" She announced breezily.
"Are you pregnant?"
Lorelai pretended irritation. "I said great."
"A child is a miracle of God." Rory said mockingly.
"Then you can order your own miracle in the form of a poop factory. This ship has sailed."
Rory giggled. "The holy spirit didn't had time to visit me yet."
"I have a feeling it'll come soon. In the shape of a blonde angel." She teased her daughter.
Rory narrowed her eyes. "Remind me why you're calling again."
Lorelai repeated slowly. "Because I have great news. God, if you let me talk."
"Drop it, Mom, I'm starving here."
"We'll have a party." She announced.
"Yay!" Rory celebrated spontaneously. Quickly the memory of the holiday season came to her head, but it was too soon. Lorelai then complimented. "At you grandparents."
It felt like it had rained on her summer vacation. "Oh."
Lorelai pretended to comfort her, certain that her daughter felt just like her. "I know."
Rory sighed sharply. "When?"
"Today at nine. You have to wear fuchsia."
"Am I going to do a Penelope Pitstop cosplay?" She mocked.
"No, but as much as I wanted to see you try pull off blonde, it's the celebration of the DAR women's day."
Rory crinkled her nose. "But we're still a month and a half away. And by the way I could totally pull off blonde."
"Yeah, apparently your grandparents will be traveling for six months to Europe and they won't be here for that. They made it a point about seeing you; I can't stand them complaining about how you never call them anymore."
"Fine." She gave in.
Lorelai nodded and mischievously asked. "How is your honeymoon?"
"Mom, I told you that I'm not-". She was about to whine, but then she saw Logan's face writhing in curiosity to know what they were talking about.
"Mom?" She said and moved the phone slightly away from her ears, trying to find out if the call was loud enough so he could overhear them.
"Yes." Lorelai replied. Rory pondered, but wasn't sure.
"Nothing. Listen, Mom. I gotta go. I'll be there. Bye."
"Shit." Rory murmured, looking at her sandwich at the table, suddenly losing hunger.
"What?"
"My grandparents will have a party in about 15 hours. I need to wear a fuchsia dress."
Logan ignored the drama. "And that's a problem why?"
She brushed her hair with her fingers, letting it fall onto her shoulders. "I don't have any and I hate these parties."
"You don't wear pink?" He asked, confused.
Rory explained, as if it made any difference to him. "Not pink, fuchsia. I don't like it that much; it makes me look like a child."
He looked down at her clothes with a small smile on the corner of his mouth and she contested. "That's different."
He shrugged. "I think you look great on it."
She folded her arms, not bothering to hide her irritation. "Stop picturing my panties, Logan."
He laughed. "I'm not, but it's a good memory. I'm talking about the other thing."
She looked at him clueless. He noticed that she didn't really know what he was talking about. "Where is your Birkin bag?"
"Oh." Rory held the air, releasing it slowly. "I didn't see that coming. I still have it."
"Really?"
"Yes, but I don't use it that much."
Every time she looked up, she was staring at her, and she was looking at him. She didn't look at him again, and he took this as a cue to sit right next to her. "Why? It was made to be used."
She slid to the side in an attempt to open the space between them. "I know, but I kept it closed. With everything else."
They looked at each other and that old tension, absent for days, happened again. It sucked! It sucked how much of that was still alive. Logan knew he couldn't do nothing at that moment to make her stop feeling that way. They could only move on little by little. "Well, you're looking at me now anyway. You can use it again now."
She smiled still shyly and nodded without looking at him. "It makes sense."
He felt a small relief, even though he knew that nothing had changed at all. Rory didn't want to get into a conflict. It was much easier if they just tried to get along. He knew it and she knew it.
"We still have 3 hours before our flight." He suggested.
"So?" She asked, curious to know what he meant by that.
"You can buy your dress."
"Are you suggesting I should shop with you?" She crackled a smile.
"Not with me, but I can go with you."
She pondered. "No, Amy is going to kill me. I promised I'd shop with her this week. I never let her pick clothes for me."
Logan frowned. "You don't even know where she is. I won't tell if you don't tell."
Rory chuckled. "You don't know her at all, do you? She always knows everything. She'll kill me."
"So what, Ace? You need a pink dress."
"Fuchsia." She corrected him.
"Right. You still don't have one. And you can't compromise the integrity of the event."
She listened intently and smiled again. He just had all the answers to everything. "You should be a lawyer, you know?"
"Do people really use this?" She asked, dumbfounded while picking up a tiny dress that could hardly be called clothing.
"That's a thing now, Ace."
She looked at him suspiciously. "And you know that how?"
He shrugged, in an attempt to make fun of her face. "I put myself out there."
"In sporting houses?"
He pretended to be in shock and reproved her. "Wow, Ace. I didn't know you were such a sexist."
Rory jeered at him. "Don't be ridiculous. This is just. Wow!"
"What about this one?" He pointed to another dress.
"This is beautiful." She took the dress, impressed. Her eyes were shining blue with temptation. Then she looked at the price tag. "And it costs an arm and a leg."
"If you like it, then you take it."
She stared at the dress in her hands and tilted her head slowly to one side, held it there, and then tilted it slowly the other way. "No, Logan. This is too expensive."
He was going to say something, but she interjected. She just knew what he was thinking.
"And you won't buy me anything."
"Fine!" Logan said, raising his hands in the air defensively.
She grabbed the nearest fuchsia — not pink— dress and contemplated. The saleswoman looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You wanna try this?"
Rory looked at the clothe in her hands again, but it didn't twinkle with excitement. She cursed inside, she knew what she wanted it — the unreasonable costly one. "No, I wanna try this one."
The woman glanced at the expensive dress and looked her up and down a few times, squinting and crinkling her nose. "Are you sure?"
Rory raised her chin, her eyes flashing fire. Who was that woman to insinuate that she couldn't have that? "I sure am. Actually, I want you to wrap it up, I'm late. Bring your debit card machine."
Logan smiled. He was so surprised he coughed when he heard this. Rory was bossy and he kind of liked it. "So, you changed your mind."
She sighed, almost overcome by fatigue. "I'm just tired of people judging me just because I'm not dressed like a goddamn princess in their precious mall."
"And that's your society rebel?" He asked.
"No, I'm comfortable and I like it. They will suck it."
"Now you're talking. Just hurry up, Ace, or we will miss our flight."
She gripped his wrist and looked at his watch. "Oh my God, Logan. We have less than a half hour to get to the airport."
"I know." He said, strangely calm.
She despaired. "Why didn't you say anything?"
Logan shrugged. "You walked the whole mall around looking for a good dress, Ace. I didn't want to pressure you."
Her heart warmed up inside a little. That damn stupid heart. "Thanks for that, but I think we're really screwed. I didn't even check out the hotel. And the party is today." She put her hand on her head as she continued to stress over it.
His heart softened with her brief suffering. But he already knew this was going to happen and everything seemed settled in his head. "That's okay. We'll make it."
She furrowed her brow in confusion. "How?"
"I take you there." He suggested.
"How? We would never get there driving."
He pouted. "True, but we won't drive." He said, scanning her face, still confused.
"I have a friend here; we can fly on his jet."
"I don't want to give you any trouble, Logan."
"You're not, Ace. After all, it was me who brought you here."
"Yes, but I am the indecisive one who has spent all of our free time."
He smiled softly. "That's okay."
"Thank you, Logan." She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him. She was careful not to hug him too tight. She didn't think she could handle too much of him so soon. However, they didn't share the same thought. Seconds later, he wrapped her waist and pulled her closer, sniffing her hair. And she let him to.
They pulled away, and Logan held a wicked smile on his face. Rory smiled slightly, but warned playfully. "Still not personal. I'm just a very polite person."
He smirked, biting his lips. "I have my doubts."
She tilted her nose and folded her arms unshakably. "I don't. And even if you were right, you just testified that I'm probably broke now. I can't pay you a penny. Don't get too excited."
"With that hug you just gave me, Ace? I don't know. It's pretty hard not to." He told her, offering her a broad, but malicious smile.
Rory's eyes widened, but she held herself, so she wouldn't look there, but at the same time she burst out laughing. "Pig!"
A/N: I know you guys want to know who Lisa is and there are still a lot of questions to answer, but first we need to go somewhere else. Next stop: Rory's feelings. How does she really feel? How does Logan really feel? Shall we talk about it in the next chapter? Come on, review me. :)
