Rory stood in front of her closet in her dorm on Saturday afternoon and realized that she had no idea what she wanted to wear to dinner with Logan's family. She just stared at the closet until she heard Paris stomp in and go to her room.
"Paris! Get in here!" Rory called. She waited for a response, and then heard Paris' footsteps coming towards her.
"What is it, Gilmore? And it better be good." Paris said when she got in.
"I have no idea what to wear tonight." Rory said.
"You called me in here to tell me that you don't know what to wear? Please tell me that there is more."
"Nope, I need your help."
"You called me in here for this? Me, Paris Gellar? I come to you for fashion advice, not the other way around, remember?"
"I know, but you know what I look good in."
"Fine, wear…this." Paris said while she pulled out a blue knee-length cocktail dress.
"Oh my god, Paris. That's perfect. Thank you."
"You do realize that I just picked a random dress, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And you're still going to wear it?"
"Yes."
"You're crazy."
"I know."
"Freak."
"You know you love me."
"So?"
"Just admit it."
"Nope, go get ready. Logan's gonna be here in less than an hour."
"Shoot, thanks."
"Whatever."
Rory was just finishing getting ready just when Logan arrived at their door.
"Paris, can you get that please? I'm almost ready."
"Fine, but you owe me."
Paris got up to answer the door, and found Logan standing there with his usual smirk.
"Gellar." He said with a nod.
"Huntzberger. She's back there." Paris said while she pointed in the general direction of Rory's room.
"Thanks." Logan said and went to Rory's room.
"Hey, Logan. I'm almost ready. Can you help me with this?" Rory asked and offered him a necklace.
"Sure. You look great."
"Thanks, but it's all because of Paris."
"Really? How?"
"I went stupid and couldn't decide what to wear, and she picked for me."
"She did a good job."
"Tell her."
"But she'll hurt me."
"Not if you say it and don't sound like you're mocking her."
"But she always thinks I'm mocking her."
"Make sure she knows you aren't."
"Fine, I'll try." Logan said as he led Rory out her bedroom door.
"Paris, you did a great job picking out Rory's dress."
"Shut up, Huntzberger." Paris barked at him.
Rory and Logan continued on their way outside, and as soon as they shut the door, both of them started laughing.
"She hates me." Logan said.
"No, that's just Paris."
"No, I'm pretty sure she hates me."
"She's just in a bad mood today."
"Why?"
"I don't know yet."
"Why not?"
"Because I didn't see her until I had to get ready for tonight, and by then, I didn't have time to really talk to her." Rory explained.
"Oh. Your chariot, milady." Logan said as he opened the door to a small silver convertible.
"What happened to the limo and Frank? I like Frank." Rory asked.
"I decided to drive you to my parent's house myself. It'll be easier to make a quick getaway of we have to."
"And why is that?"
"We won't have to track down Frank before we can go."
"Oh. That makes sense, I guess." Rory commented.
"What?"
"You think we're going to need a quick getaway?"
"That is a definite possibility."
"Why?"
"I can't explain it until you meet my parents, but once you do, there will be no explanation necessary."
"I'm sure they aren't that bad."
"Then you would be wrong."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to contradict a lady?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with us?"
"Are you implying that I am not a lady?"
"Why, yes I am."
"And why is that?"
"I can think of many nights where you weren't a lady." Logan said with a wink.
"That doesn't count."
"Why not?"
"I don't know, it just doesn't."
"Why?"
"Because we were talking about your mother and my lady-likeness, and she does not need to know why you think that I'm not a lady."
"Ok. But I'm not sure why you would want to keep that from my mother."
"Because I don't know her and I don't want a complete stranger to know about my sex life!" Rory almost yelled.
"Why wouldn't you want her to know, she is my mother after all." Logan said.
"That is yet another reason we do not need to talk about this in front of her. I don't want her to be thinking about us sleeping together. Now, if you don't mind, this whole conversation is making me very uncomfortable." Rory said, and then turned in her seat so that she was facing the window.
"Come on, Rory, I was just kidding." Rory didn't say anything.
"Hey, didn't you notice that I called you Rory? You love it when I call you Rory." Logan said.
"Not really. It's my name, so I'm used to being called Rory."
"Ah, she talks. What else can she say?" Logan pretended to wonder.
"I can say that I don't like that you talk about our relationship with other people that I don't really know. It makes me feel like I have something to live up to and I hate that."
"Ok, I'm sorry. But I haven't been talking about us to other people. That was just a joke. What can I do to make it up to you?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you think about it, and the second you think of it, you tell me, and I will take care of it right away, even if we are in the middle of dinner, ok?"
"So you can leave me alone with your parents, who are, according to you, completely horrible? I don't think so."
"But you can decide on something that will involve me getting you out of there, so you won't be left alone with them." Logan protested.
"But then it would seem like I asked you to get me out of there, and I wouldn't want them to think that I wanted to get out of there."
"You are a very confusing person, did you know that?"
"Yep." Rory said with a smile.
2 hours later:
"I can't believe them. Nothing they said is true. Don't believe any of it." Logan said to Rory as he led her out of his parent's house.
"What did they mean by all that stuff? And why were they focusing on us when they should have been focusing on Honor and Josh. Aren't we here for them?"
"Yes, but of course they couldn't be bothered with them. She's just the daughter."
"What are you talking about?" Rory asked.
"My grandfather. I can't believe he would take me and leave you alone with my mother to tell me that you aren't an acceptable girl for me."
"Huh? Why weren't they paying attention to Honor and Josh?"
"Because she is the girl and she doesn't matter."
"And why not?"
"Because she isn't the heir to the 'Huntzberger fortune'."
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"They don't think that Josh is good enough for Honor because he wasn't born into a ton of money, but they've accepted that she is marrying down. But they can't do that for us, even though we have absolutely no plans for anything past next week."
"Huh? So they don't like me or Josh but they can accept Josh because what?"
"Because Josh isn't marrying the heir to the Huntzberger fortune- you are!" Logan said, then immediately looked shocked at what he had said.
"Huh? We aren't getting married. What are you talking about?"
"They don't think that I should be dating anyone but potential wives."
"And I don't fit that description?"
"I guess not. But I have no idea what they were talking about, either."
"So they basically think that we are planning to get married, but they don't think that I'm good enough for you?"
"Basically, yes. But they are crazy. Money does that to people."
"What does that say about you?"
"That I'm one of them. Oh my god. Rory, please tell me I'm not crazy."
"I would, but I try not to lie?"
"Ugh, so you think I'm crazy?"
"Just a little bit." Rory said, then kissed him gently.
"So you're not upset about this?"
"Not really. You just said that they're crazy. Why should I be upset about something crazy people said about me that I don't understand?"
"Good point."
"Can we get out of here now? Please?" Rory asked.
"Ok. Let's go." Logan said, then they sped off towards school.
