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A/N: Thank you so much for all your reviews and comments! They really do make me smile :) To elowe4: Rory is not pregnant, I have never really liked that idea. But i promise, there will be some sort of drama! Thank you to everyone who commented! Hope you enjoy this next chapter!

Chapter 4

"Coffee?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"No. I just wanted to make sure you weren't a pod person or anything."

"That's perfectly logical I suppose. After sitting in that dark theater for so long, anything could have happened."

"Exactly," Logan said smugly, wrapping his left arm around Rory's waist. The couple then settled into the limo that had just then pulled up to retrieve them from their night at the theater. As they got settled, Rory yawned loudly and leaned up against Logan. She tapped her foot in time with the beat running through her head.

"Did you enjoy it?" Logan inquired, grabbing a hold of Rory's hand.

"Very much so," she commented, a small smile lingering at the corner of her lips. Rory readjusted her skirt and closed her eyes with a second yawn.

"You're not too tired, are you? I'm pretty sure we've got a long night ahead of us. Not that I'm trying to be vulgar or anything."

"No," Rory said with a note of apprehension in her voice.

"I wouldn't want to offend anyone or anything," he said sarcastically. Since he was expecting a laugh out of Rory, the reaction he got was surprising.

"Aren't we just being a cocky jerk today?" Rory replied angrily, sitting up and moving away from Logan. "Why did you have to go there, Logan? You know that was a low blow!"

"Oh come off it Rory. I thought it would make you laugh or something."

"Well, you thought wrong," Rory scooted over to the window and sat there, staring out at the night sky that was flying by her window.

Rory tensed up as she felt Logan creep up behind her; she knew he would try to use his wit and charm to win her back. But this time, it wouldn't work. Rory gave Logan the cold shoulder until the limo reached Yale. Rory then stalked across the courtyard, ignoring the fact that Logan was chasing after her, calling her name. When Rory reached her dorm, she fumbled with her keys in the dark. Unfortunately for her, Logan caught up behind her.

"Rory, I'm sorry. Don't be mad." Rory responded by throwing open the door as she located her key. She turned around and stared Logan in the eye.

"Goodbye Logan," Rory said icily. And with that, she slammed the door in Logan's astonished face.

"Lorelai, where the hell are we going?" Luke questioned as Lorelai dragged him across the town square to some unknown destination.

"You'll see," she replied as she continued to run to the spot she had in mind.

"Where is this crazy lady taking me?" Luke thought to himself as Lorelai continued to yank him across the town. As Lorelai tugged on his arm, not willing to let go, Luke couldn't help but smile. Her spontaneity was constantly bringing a smile to his face. No matter what she said or did, he couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again. It seems sappy to say, but he could not avoid it. She was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Finally, the crazy lady ceased her rapid stroll. Her abruptness startled Luke and shook him out of the trance he had sunk into. Suddenly he realized that the couple was standing on the bridge. The very bridge that crossed over the very lake he had pushed Jess into. Boy, did that seem like an eternity ago.

"What is this, Lorelai?" Luke asked, more confused than ever.

"Look," Lorelai whispered, glancing up at the sky. Above the alcove of trees was a beautifully clear sky. The sky was jet black and dotted with twinkling stars. The moon was a tiny sliver of gold and a warm, gentle breeze floated by Lorelai's face, making her hair dance around her ears and softly tickle her cheeks.

"Wow, that is pretty," said Luke quietly, scratching his chin where his five o'clock shadow had grown in. He turned to look at Lorelai and smiled as he watched her stare up at the sky, an effervescent smile playing at the corner of her perfectly pink lips. Suddenly she realized that Luke was gazing at her warmly, and she lowered her head to meet his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Luke smirked and as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, he walked closer to Lorelai. "What?" she asked, laughing.

"Lorelai, I…" Luke was about to say something, but was interrupted by Lorelai's ringing cell phone. You couldn't miss the tacky version of "It's A Small World" that blasted on high volume. The obnoxious tune seeped into Luke's brain as the sound ricocheted of the secluded cove of trees the couple sat in.

"Hello?" Lorelai said, still giving Luke a perplexed look. "Whoa, whoa honey calm down. What happened?" Luke got extremely concerned all of a sudden. It could only be one person. Rory. "Okay, okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Okay. Calm down. Love you," Lorelai said hurriedly before pressing the end button on her phone.

"What's the matter?" Luke asked nervously. Lorelai sighed and leaned against Luke like her life depended on it. She muttered something undetectable. "What?" Luke asked. Lorelai stood up straight and looked at Luke with a sigh.

"Rory and Logan had a fight. And she thinks they broke up. And now she's sobbing hysterically and I have to go up to Yale to console her. God, it's the first Dean break-up all over again."

The wet spot on her pillow had grown in size during the last five minutes. And the falling out she had had with Logan was the cause of it. More than anything, Rory couldn't stand fighting with someone who was so important to her. But his comments were just something that angered her. It seemed that all he thought about was sex and that wasn't the kind of relationship Rory wanted to have. She wanted to have a relationship that was filled with cuddling and long walks on the beach, not a relationship that was filled only with the different kinds of sexual endeavors. That wasn't the type of person Rory was, and up until now she thought that Logan, of all people, understood that completely.

Suddenly, Rory heard a distinct, rapid thud against the door. Whoever was on the other side of that door was certainly insistent.

"Rory, open up!" It was Lorelai. Rory leapt off her bed and opened the door to let her mother into her dorm. In her hands, Lorelai held massive cups of coffee, and a tub of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Rory smiled at her mother through her tear stained eyes. Lorelai placed her belongings on the floor and covered her daughter in a warm embrace. As Rory cried quietly on her mother's shoulder, Lorelai softly stroked her daughter's hair the same way she did fifteen years ago when the smelly eight-year-old boy at the park stepped on Rory favorite toy.

"Shh, sweetie, it'll be okay. Tell me what happened." With that, the mother daughter pair sat down on the couch, Rory's head in her mother's lap. Taking a deep breath through her tears, Rory began to tell her beloved mother exactly what had happened.

A/N: I know it's short, but I promise I'll get more involved next time. Hope you enjoyed it. Please R&R:)