Chapter 4: "Sometimes the Snow Does Come Down in June"

It had been a couple of weeks sense Rory last spoke with Logan. She heard no more of his friend's party or anything of the sort, causing her to believe that he no longer felt the need to go with her. Though she would never admit it, she felt a tad bit disappointed at this. After all, it wasn't that often that she got the chance to go to such parties unless she was the honored guest at the will of her Grandparents. It would have been nice to go to one with no family obligations. It would have been even nicer to spend some time getting to know Logan better. But then again, she was perfectly fine sitting on her bed catching up on homework without a cute blond there to distract her. She happened to be studying when she got some unexpected news. . .

"Rory, get the phone, it's for you."

"Okay Grandma. Who is it?"

"Answer the phone and you'll find out."

Rory walked downstairs from the room she was studying in, curious to find out who wasn't smart enough to call her on her cell.

"Hello, this is Rory speaking."

"Why, hello Miss Gilmore. How have you been since my last visit?"

"I'd tell you if I knew who it was I'm talking too."

"You don't remember me?"

"You sound familiar. A guy obviously. . ."

"Well, how many guys have you been talking too over the past two weeks? Not too many I hope."

"No not really. None sense my ex, Derek. Not unless you want to count this guy who walked me home, Logan."

"I think we should count Logan. Logan sounds very important. Logan sounds like a nice upright gentleman who is highly deserving of your time and gratitude. Logan is—"

"On the phone right now."

"That would be a positive."

"You know, you have some nerve calling here after asking me to a party and then dumping me for another girl."

"What do you mean? I didn't dump you for another girl. I didn't dump you at all."

"Then why didn't you take me to your friend's party? I was actually looking forward to it, but it's too late now so—"

"The party's tonight."

"The party's tonight, as in tonight tonight?"

"Two positives in a row. You're on a roll!"

"But you didn't tell me that! What if I had plans?"

"You do have plans. You made plans to go out with me tonight."

"No. I made plans to go to your friend's party, but you never told me when it was, so I assumed you went alone, or with another female companion. . ."

"I see you haven't gotten any better with the whole spontaneity thing."

"It's on my to do list."

"It should take priority. Let's go."

"Go where? I'm studying."

"Well, I'm assuming you didn't get a dress for the party you didn't know you were going to, so we might want to hit up some stores. I have to get a new tux, one to match your dress."

"Why would we want to do that? I know you already have a tux."

"I was just looking out for your feelings. My getting a matching tux would make you feel better."

"How would it do that?"

"It'll make you feel like we planned the whole thing."

"If you say so. . ."

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"Rory, Logan Huntzberger's at the door for you. Are you all going somewhere special?"

"Just shopping Grandma, nothing to get excited about."

"Well, that depends on what you're shopping for."

"A dress."

"A dress?"

"And a tux."

"And a tux?"

"Yes Grandma, a dress and a tux."

"For. . ."

"It's his friend's, brother's engagement party."

"Sounds like fun! I'm so happy for you Rory! You know, that Logan Huntzberger comes from a very good family. His family has been going to Yale for years. His father's Mitchum Huntzberger, the newspaper mogul. It would be good exposure for you to get to know him."

"I'm going to go now."

"Tell Logan to say high to his parents for me and Richard."

"I will Grandma."

Rory walked to the front door not thirty minutes after she hung up the phone from talking to Logan. Overall he seemed calm, even though there was a hint of excitement in his face, mainly his eyes.

"Hi Logan. I'm assuming you heard everything my Grandma just said."

"Another positive."

"Good, I won't repeat it then. So, where are we going?"

"Wherever you want to, you're the girl."

"Let's go then. You drive."

Logan led Rory out to his black Porsche, making sure to open her door for her on the passenger side before going over to the driver's side.

"Again with the charm."

"Hey, I was raised to be a perfect gentleman. All those etiquette classes really hounded in the door opening thing."

"Well, that's a very gentlemanly thing of you to do."

Rory smiled at Logan. This time he took notice of the fact that her smile actually appeared sincere.

"Rory, what do you think of blue?"

"My eyes are blue."

"I know."

Logan stared into Rory's eyes, finding the blue there to be quite captivating, as if he was staring into an ocean, or the sky, or even better—the stars, rather than into a woman's eyes. The sparkle was back, he was certain of it. He was thankful that he hadn't begun to drive yet, or he wouldn't have been able to stare like this. He knew that he would have to look away when she began to quiver, embarrassed, under his gaze. He didn't want to look away, but he knew it was for the best.

"Logan—"

"I just wanted to know if you would like a blue dress. It would bring out the blue in your eyes. They stand out enough on their own, but I just thought the color would look good on you."

"Blue would be perfect."

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Rory and Logan decided on shopping in New York. After all, the best stores are in New York. The store that they were most attracted to was famous for its evening gowns, making it perfect for their situation.

"Hello ma'am, sir. How may I help you?"

Logan extended a hand to the blonde twenty something year old sales clerk before speaking.

"Hello ma'am, my name is Logan Huntzberger, and this is my close personal friend Rory Gilmore. You see, we have a party to go to tonight and are in dire need of a matching dress and tux."

"Really. Well, what type of dress were you interested in?"

"What is your name?"

"Susan."

"Susan, look into her eyes."

"Excuse me?"

"Look into my friend's eyes. They're blue. Do you see?"

"Yes, I see the blue."

"Well, she has beautiful eyes, and I think that we should get a dress that brings that out. Rory agrees, don't you Rory?"

Rory was shocked by this exchange. Obviously Logan had done this before.

"Yeah Logan, I agree."

"Well, it was Susan wasn't it?"

"Yes sir. Susan."

"The name's Logan, not sir Susan. Anyway, do you have anything the same color blue?"

"I'm sure we do. If you'll just wait here, I'll go and find some dresses for you. What size does she wear?"

"I'd say a 6 but I could be wrong."

"He's right. I wear a 6. How'd you know I wear a six?"

"Practice, Rory, Practice."

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Logan quickly decided that he wasn't fond of any of the dresses that Susan brought back for Rory to try on. He took it upon himself to search the store with a certain look of determination on his face, as if he were on a mission. Once again, Rory was shocked by the extent of Logan's talent as she saw the dress that he brought back for her to try on. She felt bad about having Logan search for her dress while she just walked around aimlessly, but she was certain that Logan had a goal in picking out her dress. She knew he was only trying to show off for her, making the whole thing somewhat adorable.

"Logan! This dress is beautiful! I love it!"

The dress was baby blue and strapless with a drop waist. It was T-length, stopping mid leg with a slightly pleaded skirt and navy blue ribbon belt. It was simple. It was Demure, yet sexy at the same time. Rory tried it on and knew it was the dress for her. It fit perfectly, not that she was surprised. She made a joke about Logan taking Susan's job, which made Susan glare at her and Logan glare at Susan. Rory, however, was all smiles Logan responded by saying he could never take Susan's job simply because he was only willing to pick out dresses for the women in his life that he actually cared about, making sure to throw in that the job wasn't masculine enough for him anyway. Rory laughed at him, realizing how much his ego was on the line if his male friends were to see him in the store. Rory picked out a pair of lightly silver shoes that captured the color of the dress as the light hit it at certain angles. While Rory was doing this, Logan was picking out a black tux with a baby blue vest and navy blue tie that matched perfectly with Rory's dress. When they were both ready to leave Rory made a notion to pay for her dress and shoes but was cut off by Logan.

"I invited you Rory. I can pay for your dress."

"No, really Logan, I have the money, I can pay for it."

"No, let me, really. It's fine."

"But Logan, that dress costs more than one thousand dollars. I can't just let you pay for that!"

"You can, and you will. Look at it this way, you don't have a choice."

"Logan—"

"Rory, please, let me. It's fine. I have too much money as it is. Let me waste some on you."

"Okay, but I'm not happy with it."

"You don't have to be happy with it. Just let me do it."

"Fine."

Susan looked at Rory and Logan, ready to ring up their clothing.

"I wish my boyfriend would offer to buy me a dress. I wish my boyfriend would offer to by me a soda."

"No Susan, He's not my boyfriend."

"Yeah Susan. I'm not her boyfriend. She's just my close—"

"And personal—"

"Friend."

Susan looked at them as if they were both out of their minds.

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As Logan pulled up to Rory's Grandparent's house nearly five hours after they left he felt disappointed that he would have to leave her, even though he would see her later on that night.

"I'll pick you up at 7:30. Is that okay?"

"That's fine. Thanks for the dress. It was very nice of you, to pick it out, and pay for it. It was too much. Really, it was."

"No Rory, it was fine. I didn't want you to waste your money on an occasion where you don't even know the people being honored. You're my guest. I'll take care of the expenses."

Logan found himself staring into Rory's blue eyes once again as they sat in his Porsche outside of the Gilmore mansion.

"Why do you always stare at me like that? It makes me nervous."

"Your last boyfriend didn't look into your eyes?"

"He did, but he didn't stare."

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't be."

"Why? Do you like it when I stare into your eyes?"

"I have to admit, it's better than where some guys choose to stare."

Logan couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't know what it is. Your eyes, they fascinate me. It's like staring into the bluest of all skies, in the daytime. But the stars are out. I know it's not possible. Blue skies and white stars can't combine into one. Except your eyes make it possible. I see them both in your eyes, and it's fascinating. Did that even make sense?"

"You can't see all that when you look at me."

"No, that's just your eyes. I couldn't even begin to explain to you what I see when I look at all of you. You're just—"

"Fascinating?"

"I was going to say captivating."

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Rory slipped on her new dress and was glad to see that it looked even better on her now than it did when she was in the store. She pulled her hair into an elegant bun that allowed some free falling curls to bounce around her cheeks and neck. She stood before her Grandmother for approval, which led to Emily retrieving a classic pearl necklace, earring, and bracelet set with silver accents for accessories. She concluded, once again, that Logan out did himself with the dress, shocked at her appearance.

"Why are you so shocked, Rory? You are a beautiful girl. You have plenty of beautiful classy dresses in your closet. What makes this dress and this night any different?"

"Well, Grandma, none of my other dresses were picked out by Logan. And none of those other events involved Logan either."

"Oh, I get it. You like him, a lot."

"No I don't, I just thought it was nice of him to invite me."

"No you didn't. I heard you that night. You didn't want to go. He had to beg you."

"No really—"

"It's Logan that's special to you, not this dress."

"Grandma, really. I just met him."

"He's a nice guy Rory. Trust me, I didn't just meet him. I've known him for years, and I must say, he's a better catch than some of the other guys you've dated."

"I'd rather not talk about them Grandma."

"Fine, we won't talk about them. But we will talk about that smile on your face. What did he say? Did he kiss you?"

"He didn't kiss me. He was just very polite."

"Are you sure polite is the word you want to use for it?"

"You're right. Charming would probably be a better word."

"I'm sure I can think of some other words to use too."

"Grandma! You're starting to sound like Mom!"

"I was your age once before you know. I know how it is."

"I'm sure you do."

"Well, what did he say?"

"It was a lot of things really, but he described my eyes."

"You fell for that, you have beautiful eyes line? That line is older than I am!"

"No, it was different. He said that my eyes reminded him of blue skies and stars. That they make the impossible possible when he looks into them. It was just, just—"

"Charming."

"Yeah, but it was more than that."

"Well, I'm glad to see that you all are getting along so well."

Rory was surprised to hear the doorbell ring downstairs even though she knew it was 7:30 already.

"Grandma, that's him! How do I look?"

"Relax, you look beautiful. Just enough blush. Just enough eye shadow. Just enough lipstick. You're stunning. Wait here; I'll go talk to him before you come down. You can't appear too eager."

Emily Gilmore walked into the foyer and greeted Logan at the door.

"Why Mr. Huntzberger, it's great to see you again."
"It's great to see you too Emily. Is Rory ready to go yet?"

"I'll go check on her."

Emily ran upstairs to bring Rory downstairs before Logan got restless.

"Rory! You didn't tell me you two were going to be matching!"

"It was his idea."

"That's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Well, come on down before he leaves."

Rory couldn't help but wonder why her Grandma thought Logan would leave her before seeing her. As she walked down the stairs she quickly felt Logan's eyes on her again.

"You look beautiful Rory."

"Thank-you. You don't look to bad yourself."

"I'm sorry Emily; I'm not sure what time we'll be back."

"It's fine Logan. Take all the time you need. Have a good night."

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As Logan drove towards the location of the party he couldn't help but feel a strong connection with the girl sitting beside him. He reached over and grabbed her hand, resting them both in the space between them. Rory was startled by his touch, but quickly adjusted as she realized how comfortable it felt. Logan squeezed Rory's hand right before he spoke.

"What do you think my chances are of being able to spend some more time with you after tonight?"

"I don't know, probably the same chances of it snowing in the summer time."

Rory knew that she didn't mean what she just said, but she couldn't stop herself from saying it. She was afraid of her feelings for Logan. After all, they just met, and she didn't want to get hurt again. She hoped that he wouldn't run away from her because of this. She hoped that he would understand. She was surprised when she got an answer that she wasn't expecting. Logan laced their fingers together and smiled at Rory as he pulled to a stop in front of the party location.

"Rory, sometimes the snow does come down in June."