Sorry about this Rory-Logan roller coaster. I only wanted one break-up, but it was too soon, and I had my reasons (that I cannot at this time revile to you). It will all get better, after I get through with them of course. This is a short chapter, and very uneventful, but the second half of this chapter will be posted with in the hour


Moods Are Never Good, Espesially Morbid Ones


Rory pulled into her grandparents driveway, the familiar crunch of gravel soothing her. She got out, and began to walk towards to front door. She suddenly realized that her car was not alone. She saw her mothers Jeep, Finn's new Hybrid, her dad's Volvo, andtwo others which she had never seen before. She wondered about this as she rang the doorbell. Another maid that Rory had never seen before opened the door. Rory walked in and handed the woman her coat.

"Rory! How nice to see you" Emily said, overly excited smile, which Rory knew only ment something bad was going to happen

"Hi Grandma" Rory said, hugging her grandmother

"Come on now, everyone is already here. We're going to start dinner soon, so hurry and have your drink" Emily ushered Rory out of the foyer and into the living room. Rory was taken aback. She had never seen more than four people in the living room, because normally her brother and father opted out. Now however, there were quite a few people in the room.

"Hey sweetie" Lorelai said, looking and sounding obviously upset

"Mom? Whats wro..." Rory was cut off by a don't-say-anything-and-you'll-find-out look from Lorelai

"Rory!"Christopher exclaimed, going over and hugging his daughter. Not that this was abnormal, but there seemed to be a lot of hugging going on and it was making Rory feel uncomfortable. Christopher's voice, like Lorelai'salso sounded strained, like vinegar made sweet with honey. It was a fake happy, a warning happy

"Hi dad, long time no see" She said, glad to see him, because she hadn't seen him in over a month

"Well a man is busy when he moves continents for his job. Promotions don't make work any easier, let me tell you" Rory laughed, half heartedly, knowing that her father was only trying to get her in high spirits, which of course ment that there would be a low point this evening. Rory looked at Finn, who was sitting in an armchair next to her. He smiled at her, but didn't say anything. She knew that he hadn't consumed enough alcohol to be conscious at the moment. He didn't seem to know what everyone else did, because he didn't seem to be as morbid as Lorelai and Chris, or as happy as Emily

"Rory, I would like you to meet my good friend Mitchum" Richard said, gesturing at a tall, square jawed man, with a reclining hairline, who looked like he had been hardened by years of work. The man smiled at Rory, and nodded, but did not get up

"Nice to finally meet you Rory. Your grandparents have told me many wonderful things about you" Mitchum said, "This is my wife, Shira" He gestured to the other blond woman sitting by him

Suddenly, Finn jumped up, "I forgot, uh, I have, uh, an essay due tomorrow" Finn made up. Rory smirked, her brother was never good at excuses for getting out of Friday night dinners, but he always managed it. She sat in his now vacant seat

"Oh thats great Finnigan" Richard said, enthusiastically. he was always proud of his grandson, no matter what, "Which class?"

"Oh, I can't remember off the top of my head" By this time Christopher and Lorelai were also silently laughing, and cursing him for being excused from dinner. Finn quickly covered, "Because I have to write more than one. I am working so hard, some times its just to much and everything blurs together"

"Oh, you will do great things, my boy, great things" Richard said proudly

"Well, I hope to meet you again in the near future" Finn smiled, and quickly left to go find a party. Everyone seemed to let a sigh of relief escape. Rory guessed that whatever was going to happen, they didn't want Finn there.

"So Rory, have you thought about your future?" Mitchum said suddenly

"Um, yeah, quite a bit actually. I want to be a journalist"

"Oh wonderful. Your grandparents mentioned that. You could come work for me, I own any newspaper you could get a job at anyways"

"Wait, your Mitchum, as in Mitchum Huntzberger?" Rory was surprised and impressed, at seeing such a great man in the same room as her, even if he was Logan's father

"Yes I am. Anyways, I was referring to your life on a more personal level, not career wise"

"You mean, like, marriage and stuff like that?" Rory felt slightly offended

"Precisely" Mitchum said

Shira leaned over and whispered, "I thought we were going to wait. We can't start yet, we're not ready" in she apparently thought was an inaudible tone. Rory wondered what Shira ment. Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring. Emily sprang to her feet and rushed out of the room. Five seconds later, she returned, beaming. She was followed bya tall, handsome, blond. Rory didn't look at Logan.She had a bad feeling about this.

"Good evening everyone. Your looking well Richard. Please excuse my tardiness, I was caught in some nasty trafic" Logan said, with obvious charm

"Ah, Rory, I think you are acquainted with young mister Huntzberger?" Emily asked, obviously knowing the answer

"Yes, we have met before" Rory said, still not looking at him. The adults gave each other knowing glances

"So you do know Logan? I thought so. Well, that will make this all the easier" Mitchum said, smiling

"What do you mean, 'this'?" Rory asked, warily

"Did you ever think that some decisions in life would be so much easier, if someone else chose for you?" Mitchum started off with a basic, typical, advertising line, but Rory wondered what exactly he was trying to sell

"Rory, and Logan of course, we just want you to know, we all love you, and would do anything to make you happy. Everything we do, we do because we care for you" Richard said

Lorelai mumbled a retort, "Care for them, and your wallet"

"What was that?" Richard asked

"Nothing, just your daughter speaking her mind. Oops, I forgot, thats not allowed. Sorry, I'll be quiet" Lorelai said sarcastically. Christopher gave her a look

"Anyways, well, I don't quite know how to tell you" Emily said, pondering her words

"Oh I'll tell them," Mitchum said, impatiently, "Rory? Logan? You're getting married"


I am writing the next chapter now. This one was just short, cause I thought it would be a good cliffhanger. The rest of it is on its way