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"Where you lead, I will follow."

"Guess what?" Lorelei asked Rory full of her usual perkiness.

"What?" Rory asked tired, it was 2:00 in the morning. Rory had called her mom as soon as she had gotten home.

"You know that cute little guy on the oatmeal box?"

"Um hum."

"Well, there was this guy in the store and he looked JUST like him, and he was totally checking me out."

"The guy on the oatmeal box was checking you out?"

"Yup I think we really connected."

"What happened?"

"Well, I was standing there, just getting more coffee and then he looked at me. I looked back."

"Wow mom, it sound's like love."

"Oh it was honey."

"That's good."

"From now on I'm eating oatmeal for breakfast."

Rory laughed, "What about Luke."

"I'll have an affair."

"Mom, you know I didn't call to hear your oatmeal story right." Rory said regaining her serious tone.

"I'm offended."

"Mom, I ran into Logan again."

"Logan? Spill-perfectly-good-could have-been-caffeine-for-mom-coffee-over-his-head-Logan?"

"Yeah." Rory choked out, "And he's the same old self. I don't know what to do."

"Follow your heart kiddo. It will lead."

"Wow, mom that's poetic."

"I know, I've got the poetry for idiots book in front of me."

Rory suddenly had this urge to leave her mom alone it wasn't her problem. It was Rory's. "Mom you've inspired me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup I'm gonna go get me some damn coffee and pour it over his head."

"Make sure it's a gross kind."

"Yup, and mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell the man on the oatmeal boxes evil twin I said hi."

"Of course kid. Good luck."

Next day:

Rory glared at the 100-dollar bill on her dresser. It caused her angst and annoyance. So she'd get rid of it. Without the coffee.

She pulled on some jeans and a blazer heading over to where she thought Logan's apartment was.

She knocked. And the door opened by none other than pretty blonde herself. Then followed by Logan.

"Ace." Logan said with a half smile. Pretty blonde scowled. Rory chuckled, it was weird to think this blonde considered her a threat. The blonde gave Logan one last scowl, whispered something in his ear and took off to what Rory thought was probably the bedroom.

"Logan what's with the hundred dollar bill?" Rory asked with a stern, cold look. She shoved it at him feeling his hand brush hers as he held it open. It felt nice kind of like silk. But Rory didn't dwell on it. She tapped her foot impatiently.

"Look you looked a little low on cash, and I felt bad about the joke." Logan replied shoving the bill back into her hand.

"I don't need your charity." Rory said. She shoved the 100-dollar bill back at him.

"Yes you do." The 100 came back her way.

"No I don't." Rory said she tore the bill in half, then she tore it again, and once more letting the pieces float to the floor.

"Look Rory I tried to put that fight behind us and get off on the right foot, but like you said a Gilmore can hold a grudge for ever. Determined to get the last word he slammed the door in her face.

Rory stomped away defeated yet proud. No coffee was involved. She stopped at the bulletin board reading the recent news and ads. But one stuck out to her, it was an ad for the local newspaper they were short one reporter. There was a sign up sheet below it Rory took a pen out of her purse and signed her name. Reading the details about it. She may actually be able to live the job of her dreams, ignoring what held her back in the past.

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