Part 3: Wallowing is Good.

Rory woke up to a shrill beeping. She reached out to turn off her alarm clock, but came in contact with the corner of the dresser. She opened her eyes and found that she was in a foreign place. Then she remembered she was at Lane's. That night's events came rushing back to her.

"Make it stop." Lane groaned from besides her. She looked up at the dresser and found her cell phone vibrating. She answered the phone.

"Hello?" She said. Her voice horse from all the crying she had done the night before.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! I TOLD YOU IF YOU WERE NOT COMING BACK TO CALL SO I WOULDN'T WORRY!" Rory groaned at the sound of Paris voice.

"Paris?" Lane asked. Rory nodded. Lane got out of bed. "I'll go get coffee." She muttered.

"I WAS THINKING YOU WERE KIDNAPPED OR RAPED! OR MURDERED! HELL, IT COULD HAVE BEEN ALL THREE! YOU MISSED TWO CLASSES, ONE OF WHICH WAS YOUR WORLD CULTURES CLASS!"

"Paris. Can you just stop for a minute?"

"She speaks!"

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't call, I just sort of had a crappy night and calling you was the last thing on my mind."

"Thanks!"

"Paris, I just found out that I have an arranged marriage." The line was silent. Rory frowned. She hadn't heard a crash so it wasn't likely that Paris fainted "Paris?"

"I'm here. Are you okay?"

"No. I'm far from it. I'm not talking to my mom or Grandma or Grandpa for that matter." More silence.

"What?... When did?... Who?... How?" Paris had trouble completing the sentence. How do you ask someone who was so opposed to the idea who she was going to marry?

"I'll fill you in when I get back to Yale. Just let me get some coffee in my system and I'll make it back."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? It's not you're fault I'm a Gilmore." Paris laughed.

"I'll see you in a few." Rory nodded then remembered that Paris couldn't see her.

"Yeah." Then the line went dead. Rory smiled for the first time in what seemed like years. Sure, Paris was neurotic and a freak, but you could always count on her to be there. Rory got out of bed and changed into the dress she had on the night before. She grabbed her shoes off the floor and walked into the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Brain and Zach in front of the TV with yoga mats and in a warrior pose. Lane walked in and past them as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"One cup of Luke's coffee." Lane said handing her the cup. Rory smiled and sat down at the table.

"Thanks Lane."

"Welcome, how are you?"

"Not okay."

"You're getting there, right?"

"Yeah, once I get past my anger, sadness, and more anger, and get all depressed, yeah, I'll be fine." Lane laughed.

"Well, as long as you're all right." They turned back to Zach and Brian.

"So, what's up with them?"

"When they found out some famous rockers did yoga they decided to give it a try. It's been very entertaining to watch them try and put their legs behind their heads."

"I bet." Rory and Lane sat at the kitchen in silence for a good ten minutes watching Zach and Brian trying to contort their bodies into the different positions. Finally Rory stood up.

"I have to get going Lane. I don't want Paris worrying." Lane nodded.

"Luke said that Lorelai was still sleeping when he left." Rory nodded.

"Thanks Lane for everything. You two as well." Zach and Brian looked up at her and stood.

"It's no problem Rory. That's what we're here for." Rory smiled and hugged Lane. Then went over and kissed the two guys on the cheek.

"I'll call you later."

"Maybe I'll borrow Luke's truck and drive down to Yale and me, you and Paris can have a girls' night."

"That sounds like fun." Rory smiled and put on her shoes. She grabbed her purse and cell and smiled back at them. "Thanks again." Lane nodded. Rory walked out and down the stairs. She entered the diner just as her mother walked in. They both stared at each other.

"Uh, Rory, you want some coffee?" Luke asked

"To go. I have to get back to school." Rory said. Luke nodded and put some coffee in a Styrofoam cup. He uncovered the donuts and put one in a napkin.

"You need to eat something." He said handing her the cup and donut.

"Thanks." She started to walk past her mom but Lorelai grabbed her arm.

"Rory."

"I don't really want to talk to you right now."

"Let me explain."

"There's nothing to be explained. You made a deal to sell your only daughter to the highest bidder."

"Rory. It wasn't like that."

"Mom, I just sort of want to go. I don't want Paris to worry."

"Right. Call me later?" Lorelai asked.

"Sure." Rory said. They both knew she wouldn't. She walked out of the diner and into her car. Within an hour the whole damn town would know that her and her mother were arguing and within the day the details would be so blemished that it would be as if they hit each other. She bit into the donut and drove off towards New Haven. Hopefully Paris had gone to buy ice cream, she had a feeling she was in need of a good wallow.

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Lorelai turned to Luke.

"She hates me." She told him as she sat down on a bar stool. "We both know that she's not going to call... hell, the whole town knows that she's not going to call."

"She just needs to get used to this Lor. She'll come around."

Lorelai nodded. "Let's hope so."

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Rory opened the door to her dorm to see Paris sitting on the couch. The coffee table had a new box of Kleenex, two tubs of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia and Chunky Monkey and cups of steaming coffee. Rory smiled and Paris stood up.

"I thought that you might need to wallow, so I referred to the Gilmore Girls Rule Book to see what we might need." Paris went over and hugged her. This brought Rory back to the events from last night and she began to cry. Paris lead her to the couch. Rory laid down her head in Paris' lap. Paris stroked her hair.

"It'll be fine Rory." Paris whispered.

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After calming down she had changed into her pajamas and was now sitting on the couch next to Paris. She had explained everything to Paris and she had listened. They now had both tubs of ice cream sitting in front in between them and a spoon and were watching TV movies. Paris had agreed to skip classes for the day to stay with Rory.

"Don't get used to this, Gilmore." Rory smiled.

"I won't."

"So, I've been wondering about this ever since you told me, but since everything happened I didn't know if I could ask."

"What?"

"Who's the guy?" Rory sighed

"Logan Huntzberger." She said.

"Whoa. Your grandmother reeled you in a rich one, didn't she." Rory laughed at Paris's words.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So, is he nice?"
"He's okay. I mean I only met him for a half an hour, then talked to him for five minutes, then I started to yell. But he seems husband worthy."

"No one will ever be good enough for you, Gilmore."

"Thanks!" Paris laughed.

"No, it's a good thing. You're too good for all those high elite pretty boys. You deserve better. Better than Dean, Jess or one Logan Huntzberger." Rory smiled.

"Thanks Paris."

"So talking about Dean."

"Nice segway."

"Thank you, did you tell him?"

"No."

"Are you?"

"I have to. I mean he's going to find out anyway. If it's not from Miss Patty, Lane or Kirk or anyone in the Hollow, he'll find out from newspapers. I mean this is going to be all over. Logan's father is a newspaper mogul. His son's wedding is going to be in every paper across the US."

"You've thought about this, haven't you?"

"I've had time." Rory got the coffee cup from the table and took a sip.

"You said he attends Yale, right?"

"That's what my grandmother said. Also, he works on The Yale Daily News. I asked him. He says he doesn't go much though."

"More like not at all. Doyle is always complaining about him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Rory, Logan Huntzberger is the one that sits next to you in the news office."

"The Invisible Bob?" Since the person next to her never showed up when she was in there, her and Paris had taken it upon themselves to name the person. They ended up with the Invisible Bob.

"Yep."

"How did you know?"

"Doyle told me a few weeks ago." Paris said. "So what are you going to do?" Rory shrugged.

"I don't know Paris. I really don't know."

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