Audrey
I did not hear or see anything of Logan for the rest of the week. By the time Friday had come around, the Christmas holidays were starting and I was due to arrive in Stars Hollow.
I drove my car into the driveway and parked it behind Lorelai's Jeep. Then, I popped the trunk and pulled out the huge garbage bags of dirty laundry and presents before lugging them into the house and dropping them upon the first sign of floor.
"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled.
What sounded like thunder was actually my mother running down the stairs. I had barely taken a few steps when she flung herself at me, bringing us both to the floor.
"Daughter!"
"Mother!"
"My nestling has finally come home!" she exclaimed. We awkwardly got off the floor and she added, a little disappointed, "And she brought garbage bags."
"Oh, that's just laundry," I told her, picking up the bags again and lugging them into my room, Lorelai following me.
"You brought laundry home to your mother?" she asked as I deposited the bags at the bottom of my closet. "What ever happened to: 'Hi, Mom, I brought you a box of chocolates'?"
"Sorry," I said, going back to the front door. "They were out of chocolates at every store I went to on the highway."
I bounded outside to my car and carefully took the white dress I was sure Logan had laid out in my room. Lorelai watched me dubiously from the porch as I walked back to the house with it carefully laid out in my arms.
"What is that?" Lorelai asked, her tone just a little bit snobbish.
"It's a party dress for Grandma's Christmas party," I said nonchalantly as I happily stepped out of my wet shoes and brought the dress into my room.
"That dress is going to make you look like Audrey Hepburn," she said. "Are my parents trying to sell you off again?"
"Not that I know of," I replied, not looking at her as I hung the dress up on the back of my door.
"Then, why did you buy such an expensive dress for my parents' Christmas party?" she asked, sitting on the bed and looking at me, her eyes large and incredulous. "You know, they wouldn't mind if you just went in a paper bag."
I rolled my eyes. Then, I thought about what I should tell her, but I couldn't lie to my own mother. So I said, "I didn't buy it."
Now, she looked confused, and intrigued at the same time. "Then, where did you get it? That dress alone must be worth thousands of dollars. It looks like the kind of things those models wear, you know, them all haughty and snobby, walking on the catwalk. And now that I think about it, so does that necklace… and those earrings." She scrunched her face into a frown. "You didn't pull a Winona Ryder and try to rob Saks, did you?"
"No, I did not try to rob Saks," I said. "And I have my theories."
"I'm not going to say anything about your not knowing where that came from," Lorelai said. "But what are these theories you have?"
"One of them involves Logan Huntzberger and his goofy friends," I finally replied, after weighing the pros and cons of telling her.
"Huntzberger? Huntzberger, Huntzberger…" she repeated, scrunching her face up even further. She appeared not to remember who he was, until suddenly comprehension dawned on her face. "Oh! Limo boy! He bought you the dress, the necklace, and the earrings?"
"Well, I know he bought me the necklace and the earrings," I corrected her. "But I have yet to have it confirmed that he bought me the dress, although I have an inkling."
Lorelai became serious before asking, "How do you feel about this?"
That stopped me. I had no idea how I really felt about a strange boy buying me expensive gifts without much of a cause. I looked at my mother and shrugged. "I don't know."
Lorelai frowned at me. "You don't know?"
"I haven't really thought about it," I said truthfully.
"Rory, when a boy buys you gifts you automatically have to assume that he likes you," my mother said, patronizing in her loving sort of way. "How do you feel about him? How does he make you feel?"
"Annoyed," I answered automatically.
"Other than the obvious annoyance," my mother said, rolling her eyes at me. "When you think Logan Huntzberger, what do you see?"
I looked up at the dress on the back of the door. My mother followed my gaze. The dress hung limply on the back, ready to be worn.
