O.K., time for a new chapter, sorry that took a while. As to one of the reviews I got: Sorry, I forgot that Rory wasn't at her dorm room… but for this lets pretend she was.

Okay, anyway, right where I left off.

Disclamer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

Rory and Logan are at dinner, eating in a fancy restaurant.

"So, Ace, how've you been? Mom ragging on you too much? I really am sorry about the yacht thing. My fault…" he trails off.

"Well, actually," Rory begins, looking hesitant, "I told her I wasn't going back to Yale next, year, and well, she kind of flipped."

Logan's mouth drops. "You… leaving… Yale? What? Why?"

"Well… I think I've decided I'm not cut out for Journalism." She said, simply and bluntly.

"Not cut out for… that's bullshit!" Logan said, obviously angry.

"This is my father's fault, Isn't it?"

"No, really, it's not." Rory said quietly. Then she added, hesitantly. "And, I'm pretty sure I'm going to move to L.A. for a while. Decide what I want to do… with my life…" she laughed a little bit, making a feeble attempt to lighten the mood.

"Oh My God, Rory, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He said, angry. "Why would you want to leave a successful career, and ME? I set everything aside for you! You are my first real girlfriend, and you ditch me this easily?"

Rory simply looked shocked, she had been expecting support.

Logan kind of storms out, throwing a credit card at the waiter on the way.

Cut to Next Day, Lorelai walks into Luke's.

Lorelai walks up to the counter and says, "One Coffee please!" To Luke's back.

Luke turns around and then turns around quickly again. "Okay, one minute." he says, avoiding eye contact as he pours her a cup of coffee and hands it to her in a blue mug.

"So um, I was thinking," Lorelai says, hesitantly, "that maybe we could catch the new Vince Vaughn movie tonight. You know, nothing new about Vince Vaughn being a horny bachelor, but funny anyway." She said in an overly cheery voice.

"Typical." Luke thought. Whenever Lorelai is worried about something, or notices awkward tension or scilence, she cracks jokes and acts to happy.

"Um, sure," he says, offering up a feeble smile. "Yeah, tonight, uhh, I'll pick you up at eight."

Lorelai, walks out, wondering when they will drop this phony act.

Cut to Rory, In her dorm room. She has called Logan numerous times he only picked up once, obviously drunk, and just kept laughing, until one of his buddies took the phone and said "Um, Logan's a little busy right now." The boy said, obviously trying to stifle a giggle. As he hung up the phone, Rory was sure she heard a female giggle. That was when she stopped calling.

Rory washes her face and then stares in the mirror at her frizzy hair, her bloodshot, puffy eyes, and her bunny pajamas. She knew what she had to do.

"Hello?"

"Mom…." Rory says and lets out a sob.

"Honey, Ror, is that you?"

"It-it-it's o-over." Rory said, stammering and weeping at the same time.

"Oh, honey? With Logan?"

Lorelai distinguishes a loud sob, which she classifies as a yes.

"What happened?"

"He… gave…me… flowers sob … not ros-ses…. sob … real on-ones."

"What he get you, that bum? Chrysanthemum's I bet. Either he's trying to make you feel "special" or the flower place didn't take credit cards and he only has a five on him."

Rory laughed a little.

"It'll be okay, hon."

Okay, that's it, and just to let you know, the next one will be a new love interest for Rory! Or a new one brought up again. Anyway, R&R or no more!