A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed the third chapter: AyshaA (thanks for pointing out that I missed Friday Night Dinners), Coriel, angel6 aka trinigyal, Gilmoregirl, Kimmers, KarahBella, and Mrs.Boyscout.
Sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy this chapter. All reviews are greatly appreciated!
By the time Rory had showered, gathered her books, fortified herself with coffee, and was on her way to class, it was 9:40. She slipped into her usual seat, and paused to relax while the other students trailed in. She sighed with relief, thanking the divine powers that it was Friday. She could relax without having to think about papers for an evening. She didn't even have to deal with nagging family members.
Rory sat up suddenly. "Wait a second. I should have known this Friday was too good to be true. How could I have forgotten about dinner with Grandma and Grandpa?" she thought to herself.
She was about to pull out her cell phone to call her mother and inform her about the situation, when the professor signaled the start of class. She turned towards the professor, and tried to focus her attention on the lecture, but her mind kept wandering. How was she going to get out of Friday night dinner?
An hour later, as the professor gave out that night's reading assignment, Rory practically ran out of the classroom. Once she reached the courtyard, she pulled out her phone and dialed her mother's number.
"Yo, what's up? Lorelai chillin' here."
"Mom please don't ever pretend to be a white gangster again," Rory pleaded.
"Oh alright, just ruin my fun. But just so you know, the mafia is cool," Lorelai replied.
"Yeah, sure they are. However Gilmore is a British name I think, not Italian."
"So that's what they teach you at Yale. Anyways, why did you call, my lovely daughter?"
"Well, I have kind of a big favor to ask you," Rory said nervously.
"I'm listening."
"I kind of have this thing I have to go to tonight, and well it just happens to conflict with dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's."
"Rory, hon, if you want me to even consider doing such a huge favor, then you are going to have to be more specific."
"It's just that Logan and I wanted to spend some time together. You know, away from nosy parents and grandparents."
"Wait a second. When did you and Logan become so friendly again? Correct me if I'm mistaken, but didn't he just leave you after a certain disastrous dinner?" Lorelai burst out.
"He came back right afteryou and Ihung up. We had dinner and a long talk. He made me see things differently, and he apologized for leaving me alone. It turns out we were both under pressure from Hartford blue-bloods," said Rory as she quickly recounted the high points of last night's conversation.
"And you're telling me this now. What happened to you telling me everything?" Lorelai ranted.
"Calm down mom. Logan and I just want to take things slow. We want to start over in a way. Plus,I already got interrogated by his roommates and Paris this morning."
"I hope you know what you're doing. I'll talk to you grandparents, but you are going to owe me big," Lorelai conceded.
"Oh thank you, thank you mom. You're the best. I'll do anything you want," Rory shouted enthusiastically, earning a few strange looks from several Yale students.
"Well for starters you are coming home this weekend. No excuses. Secondly, I want to meet Logan, clothed preferably."
"I'm on it. Thanks so much, I really appreciate it. I have to get going, but I promise I'll see you this weekend."
"Ok. Bye sweetheart."
With that, Rory hung up her phone and proceeded towards the dining hall. There she grabbed a sandwich, and some coffee, before she headed back to her dorm room.
When Rory entered, the common room was thankfully empty. She wasn't really in a mood to deal with Paris. She finished her lunch, before she went to her room to get a head start on her reading. After reading for what seemed like an eternity, Rory dosed off. She figured that a nap would keep her awake during tonight's outing with Logan, which was sure to be filled with his crazy antics.
A few hours later Rory awoke to Paris making a cacophony of noises in her room. Rory moaned, stretched, and rolled over to see her clock reading 6:15. With a start she jumped out of bed, and proceeded to get ready with haste.
Rory finished with time to spare, fifteen minutes to be exact. She was dressed in a short denim skirt with a frayed hem, and light yellow tank top. Brown sandals adorned her feet. She decided to bring along a brown corduroy jacket in case she got cold. She was stuffing her wallet in cell phone into her purse, when a knock was heard at the door. She zipped up her purse, put on her jacket, and answered the door.
There stood an angry looking Doyle.
"Hey Gilmore, " he barked gruffly
"Can I help you?" Rory inquired.
"You could tell me if your roommate is here. She and I need to have a talk."
"She's in her room, throwing objects from what I can tell."
"Very well," said Doyle as he opened Paris's door, looking like he was approaching a battlefield.
Rory shut the door and sat on the couch, praying Logan would arrive soon, so that she wouldn't have to bear the noises being emitted from Paris's room.
She had barely finished this thought, when a knock sounded at the door. Rory eagerly opened.
There stood Logan, dressed in his usually attire of slacks and a blazer, with a grin on his face.
Rory stepped out, shut the door, grabbed Logan's hand and proceeded to quickly exit the building.
When they had reached the courtyard, they stopped to catch their breath.
"Are you going to tell me what that was all about Ace?" Logan asked.
"Paris and Doyle were in the process of making up, if you know what I mean," Rory hinted.
"Okay. Well then I suppose I should be thanking you."
"No, I should be thanking you because you arrived in the nick of time."
"A kiss would be nice," said Logan with a smirk.
Rory pressed her lips to his. They pulled away after what seemed like moments.
"Thank you. That was certainly a nice reward. Perhaps, we should go somewhere and see how else you can reward me," Logan leered.
"I don't think so mister. Do you really want to give Finn more to gossip about?"
"I suppose you're right. We'd better get going."
Logan grabbed her hand, and led her towards his car.
The pair chatted quietly during the car ride about a variety of subjects. After about an hour, Rory looked out her window.
"Logan, what are we doing here?" Rory asked in surprise.
