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Disclaimer – No, I don't own Gilmore Girls, obviously I'm just obsessed; sad isn't it?
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Chapter Two – Done
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Done.
Rory Gilmore was done. She was simply done with constantly having to protect herself from the world, she was done with worrying about things that were beyond her control, and, most of all, she was done lying to herself.
Because, no matter how hard she tried to deny it, she had to admit that Mitchum's words still bothered her (a fact made particularly obvious since his interview only a few short days ago had driven her up the wall).
But now, she was done - done with him secretly dictating her life, not to mention Logan's… something which was definitely a whole other story. She knew now that the only way the two of them could truly move forward as a couple would be to escape Mitchum's grasp completely; not that the knowledge of this goal made the feat any easier.
But somehow she had faith that they would, move forward as a couple that is, because for once, Rory had faith in the fact that Logan loved her more than anything, and that there wasn't, nor would there ever be, any need to make a pro/con list where he was concerned.
Rory was more than done with all the negatives that had seemed to surround her of late, in fact she was fairly certain that she was ready for all the positives that karma had to have coming her way.
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Done.
Logan Huntzberger wasn't done. He wasn't nearly done yet. The high that he had gotten from finally cutting off his father was fading all too rapidly and he was beginning to think realistically again – at least realistically for him, that is.
He wanted his proposal to be the best, not merely for the storytelling value of a good proposal, not to mention his love for Rory, but also because he had to admit that he wasn't entirely certain that she would say yes.
But he couldn't think about that, because that thought ended in him being without Rory and he had no doubt that without her he wouldn't survive, especially now that he didn't have the companionship, if that was what you wanted to call it, of his family.
So, while carefully avoiding that trail of thought, Logan visited the flower store, called the private jet company (one last jaunt before daddy dearest took away his funds was far less than Mitchum owed him anyway), dropped the ring off at the jeweller's to be engraved, and booked a hotel that he had absolutely no doubt his Ace would love, but he still wasn't done.
For he would never forget those months when Rory had been the furthest from herself and he never wanted to see her like that again, so he was going to extreme lengths – he had to ask for Lorelai's permission to marry her daughter and until he did this he wouldn't be done.
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As Logan headed towards his final destination for the evening his thoughts were on the fact that he was actually going to go through with this, and more importantly that he was still amazingly calm, both things that just a year ago he wouldn't even have dreamt.
Logan was so consumed by his thoughts that he didn't even remember Rory telling him earlier that she was going to Stars Hollow for the evening.
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Things at the Inn had quieted down considerably after Michel had gone home for the evening and Rory, Sookie and Lorelai were getting ready to head back to the Gilmore house for a classic movie night.
Just before Rory headed out the door to go rent Breakfast at Tiffany's and A Streetcar Named Desire, Lorelai cornered her in the entryway.
"What?" Rory questioned, although she feared that it was pointless trying to hide anything from the reigning Lorelai Gilmore, and unfortunately, she was right.
Lorelai had noticed what could only be described as a shift in Rory's aura somewhere between dinner and dessert and being who she was could only contain her curiosity for so long.
"Oh, fruit of my loins, don't you dare 'what' me. You know what happens when you do bad things to mommy, right?" Lorelai sang out.
"Oh, no. Don't tell me that the coffee gods are going to take away all the coffee again?" Rory joked, hoping to ease the tension and divert her mother's inquiries.
Because although Lorelai had decided to put up with Logan for the time being, Rory was almost certain that she wouldn't like how serious Rory was getting to be about him, especially with her relationship with Luke in the state that it was in.
But all her good karma must have been taking a nap, because Rory just wasn't getting off that easily tonight.
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"Is this about Logan? Again?" Lorelai questioned, throwing in the again even though she knew she should have stopped herself, she knew she was on dangerous ground.
For, while she had decided to lay off Logan in order for her relationship with Rory to progress back to its normal state, she still felt a strange feeling about the guy.
Actually, not too long ago, she had actually made some progress, and decided that that "strange" feeling was in fact jealousy, something which, being Lorelai Gilmore, had taken her a long time to admit.
It was understandable though – Logan was becoming to Rory, what Lorelai had always been to her. He was confident, open to taking risks, able to get her to lighten up, loving, and, of course, terrifying for a mother worried about losing her only daughter.
This was why Lorelai still hoped, albeit in the back of her mind, that one day she would get the call saying it was over, that things would go back to normal, and tonight was no exception.
"What did he do this time?" she tested again, desperately wanting the jealousy to go away.
"What didn't he do?" Rory replied, this time not trying to avoid answering by asking another question but honestly mulling the question over in her head.
"A little more specific please?" prompted Lorelai, all the while crossing her fingers.
"Mom, it's nothing, really, trust me, I've just been doing some thinking and I've deci…"
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At that instant they both heard a car pull into the Dragonfly's gravel driveway, and their conversation was temporarily muted as they went out to see who could possibly be checking in at this time on a Wednesday night.
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