The Fortune Cookie's Always Right
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination.
Author's Note: FINALLY! Am I the only person who was insanely excited that we had our first really good Gilmore episode this season? (1/31/06, Friday Night's Alright for Fighting.) I mean, let's be real, folks. I've watched faithfully every episode and watched in despair as Rory behaved more and more un-Rory-like and the writers cooked up a daughter for Luke to throw a kink in the perfect relationship, but things are finally looking up. Rory is back to her take-charge Yale self, Logan is back in her life and actually having interesting things to do, and the Friday night dinners are reinstated. Phew. And, I guess, if you have to have a long-lost daughter thrown in the mix, Vanessa Marano is making her a likeable character. Ok, now I'm really off my soapbox. By the way, did anyone else catch the Punxatawny Phil reference? I can proudly say that I threw mine in a couple of chapters ago. GMTA! Alright, so now that I've done my dance of glee for thinking like the GG writers, on with the story! (And, as always, check the Gilmore-isms on my profile for your clarification needs.)
CHAPTER 9: THE 24-HOUR DATE
"…And so then her grandma pulls up in the driveway, and do you know what?" Babette said.
"What?" Patty asked, leaning in.
"She wasn't the only one there!" Babette confided, leaning on the street corner mailbox. Just then, Dean came walking down the sidewalk. He grinned and shook his head at the ladies sharing their latest news.
"Well who else was there? Rory's grandpa?" Patty asked. Dean stopped and slipped around the side of the building upon hearing Rory's name, figuring this gossip session might be of interest to him.
"It was a stranger… a man!" Babette said, slapping her hand down on the mailbox for emphasis.
"A man!" Patty said.
"Yeah! Young, blond, good-lookin' kid," Babette said. "I mean, if I was twenty years younger, woof!"
Around the corner, Dean's eyes narrowed. He had a pretty good guess who the blond was.
"Well who was he?" Patty pressed.
"Apparently, someone her grandma was tryin' to set her up with. She said something about not being able to keep her plans with Rory. She was sendin' that hunk in her place."
"My, my," Patty said.
"And that ain't even the best part," Babette said excitedly.
"Oh really?" Patty said.
"Yeah. I mean, this kid was cute as he could be, but it was plain as day that our Rory did not wanna go with him," Babette continued.
Dean looked surprised. So, Rory wasn't dating the rich kid. Interesting. Perhaps he placed enough doubt in Rory's mind that she broke up with him…or perhaps the guy really was an idiot and blew her off. Either way, things were looking pretty good for Dean. He slipped away before the most interesting part, missing Babette's last words.
"And do you know what her grandma did?" Babette said.
"What?" Patty asked.
"She handed that kid a bag and told Rory that she packed her an overnight bag cuz she didn't want them driving home in the middle of the night. Rory was spending the night in New York City with a boy!" Babette said.
"You know what? This has been an amazing day," Rory said. She was sitting in a trendy coffee shop in Manhattan, feeling very hip yet relaxed.
"Don't sound so surprised," Logan said wryly, lifting his cup to his lips.
"I'm sorry," Rory said with a sheepish grin. "It's just… it's like somehow you knew exactly what to do today. Quite frankly, I am amazed."
"Yes, well, I realized that the first step was to send Colin and Finn home. I mean, the day was much more pleasant without Dumb and Dumber, right?" Logan said.
"It was," Rory agreed. "I have a hard time seeing Finn give the Inside CNN tour its proper respect. We would have been one bomb scene from Meet the Parents away from getting kicked out."
"Yeah, and we wouldn't have been able to tear Colin away from Baywatch at the Museum of Television and Radio," Logan pointed out.
"True," Rory said. She took a sip of coffee. "So, what's next? I mean, there's a lot of pressure here. The day has been so perfect so far that it would be very easy to screw it up."
She was interrupted by Logan's cell phone ringing. "I'm sorry, excuse me one moment," Logan said apologetically, answering his phone.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Logan! How goes Phase II?" Colin said from the other end.
"Still going, but I'd say it's just about done," Logan said casually.
"I see. So, she's sitting right there, huh?"
"Yup," Logan said.
"So, have you used your considerable charm and monetary influence to give Gilmore the perfect day?" Colin asked.
"Something like that," Logan said dryly.
"Excellent. So now you've achieved Phase II: get her to at least consider dating you. Get into her good graces. Now what happens in Phase III? Get into her pants?" Colin snickered.
"Bye, Colin," Logan said pointedly.
"Alright, alright, alright. I just wanted to let you know that everything is all set up on my end for tonight. You have dinner reservations for two, though I still can't understand why you chose that provincial establishment, and the rest of the evening is set."
"Thanks, bro. I'll call you later," Logan said.
"Yeah, you do that. Bye," Colin said, hanging up.
"Sorry about that," Logan said, putting his phone away.
"It's fine," Rory said. She folded her arms and leaned on the table. "So, what's next?" she asked, surprised to find herself genuinely excited.
"Now we fly," Logan said, offering his hand to help her up.
Rory accepted, regarding him curiously. "Fly?"
"Fly," he said with a wink.
"Oh my God, you were being literal," Rory said, viewing the helicopter pad with trepidation.
"You're not afraid of flying, are you?" Logan taunted.
"Please," Rory said. "I've been to Europe and back…twice. I think I can handle a little ol' helicopter," she said.
"Great, hop in," Logan said.
"Oh boy," Rory said under her breath. She put on a brave face as he opened the door.
"So, you've got umbrellas in case we fall out, right?" she jested.
"Yeah, we're going skydiving, didn't I tell you?" Logan teased back.
Rory shook her head. She climbed into the helicopter, getting all buckled up. She gasped when she saw Logan take the controls.
"You've got to be kidding me," she said.
"What?" Logan asked, adjusting the equipment.
"You are not going to fly this thing. I am so getting out," she said, beginning to unbuckle her seatbelt.
"Relax," Logan drawled. "I have done this before, you know."
"No, I don't know. Suddenly you're going all Harrison Ford on me; do you plan on rescuing any wayward hikers while we're in this thing? And by the way, didn't you sink a yacht?" Rory countered.
"That was different," Logan said airily. "Are you strapped in?"
"Yes," Rory said meekly.
"Alright, then. Let's go!" he said, lifting off.
"Ok, now tell me that wasn't amazing," Logan said, helping Rory climb out of the helicopter.
"Marginally," she admitted, a little shaky.
"Marginally? Ace, I'm wounded. Here I get you home faster than you could have imagined, and all I get is a 'marginally amazing?'"
"Well…" Rory said, dusting herself off. "Alright, then, amazing amazing."
"Thank you," Logan said, satisfied.
"One of your many hidden talents, I assume," Rory teased.
"Oh, I do have many," Logan said suggestively, running his finger down her bare arm.
Rory swatted him away. "Although…" she said, trailing off.
"Although what?" Logan asked defensively, crossing his arms.
"Well, don't you need a bomber jacket? I mean, the sunglasses I could forgive, but the jacket completes the Cruise image," Rory teased.
"New topic," Logan said, playfully throwing his arm around her shoulders as they walked away from the helicopter. He was pleased when she didn't shrug it off.
"Ok. Question," Rory said.
"What?"
"How are we getting back to Yale? I mean, I assume we're not flying from Stars Hollow," Rory said.
"Come on, Ace. Don't you trust me yet?" Logan asked, squeezing her shoulder.
"The jury's still out on that one," Rory said sardonically.
"Well I'll work on that," Logan said good-naturedly. "Now let's go to dinner."
"Dinner? Where?"
They walked into Luke's Diner and sat down at a reserved table.
"Tell me something: out of all the restaurants in New York that you could have chosen from, with Zagat's help, mind you, you're taking me to Luke's?" Rory asked incredulously.
Logan shrugged. "I remember they have excellent cheeseburgers. And you do like cheeseburgers, do you not?" Logan said.
"Yes, I do. But question number two: how in the world did you get Luke to reserve a table for two? I mean, he does not do that," Rory insisted.
"Hey, just relax and enjoy, hm?" Logan said, opening a menu.
"This has been one crazy day," Rory said, shaking her head.
"Good crazy?" Logan asked.
"Yeah…good crazy," Rory said, giving him a slow smile.
"Good," he said, trying not to look too pleased.
"So you're enjoying your 24-hour date?" Logan said, pushing his dessert away. He was beyond stuffed.
"Wow, I guess it has been 24 hours," Rory said, looking at her watch as she took another bite of pie.
"Well, you know what they say…time flies –" Logan started.
"When you're being forced to spend time with someone?" Rory finished sweetly.
"Well, when you put it like that," Logan tried to joke. He tried not to let her implications bother him. "You know, you didn't actually have to… I mean, you could have gone home at any time, all you had to do was say the word," he said earnestly.
"I know," Rory said slyly, taking a sip of her coffee. "It's actually been really fun."
"Oh yeah?" Logan said. "So, it wouldn't be totally inappropriate to call this a date, now, would it?"
"I suppose it's within the realm of possibility," she admitted airily.
"A very strong possibility?" Logan insisted.
"Oh, fine. You win. I officially went on a date with the great Logan Huntzberger," she said melodramatically.
"Well, I mean, the label's not important," Logan said, teasing her.
"Wretch!" Rory said, throwing her napkin at him.
"Hey!" he protested. He suddenly got a mischievous gleam in his eye as he nudged his dessert plate closer.
"You wouldn't dare," Rory said in a low voice. Their eyes locked in a challenging stare before Logan broke the gaze.
"You're right, I wouldn't," he admitted. Before she could make any kind of triumphant gesture, he continued. "I've seen Luke – I wouldn't start a food fight in his restaurant. I truly believe he can take me, and I'm not ashamed to admit it," he said, his mouth beginning to curve into a smile.
"Now that I agree with," Rory said, sitting back in her chair. They laughed.
"So…" Logan said, holding the door open for Rory.
"Thank you," she said, stepping out of the diner. "So…what?" she prompted.
"So, good date?" Logan said as they walked down the sidewalk.
"Good date," Rory said in a demure voice.
Logan smiled. "I mean, technically, one could say we slept together. That definitely constitutes a date, and not just a good one – a great one!"
"Shut up," Rory said, raising her hand to smack him in the chest. Logan caught it mid air, but didn't let it go. Instead, he let their hands drift down between them, interlacing their fingers and holding hands as they strolled down the sidewalk.
"So you think we could make this a regular thing?" Logan asked casually.
"What, sleeping together?" Rory said. She couldn't help but laugh when Logan stopped dead-still, needing time to recover.
"Um, well, that too," he said, starting to walk again when Rory tugged on his hand. "Seriously, though."
"Seriously? I don't know," Rory said.
"You do know I meant dating, right?" Logan said, trying to clarify.
Rory grinned. "Yeah, I know what you meant."
"I'm not messing around, Ace. I mean it," Logan said.
"I'm sure you think you do, it's just that you're not a commitment guy, and I accept it, I really do, and it's fine. You can't be something you're not, I get it," she said, trying to shove her emotions down one layer.
"Rory, stop," Logan said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and not budging. She slowly stepped one step closer, their hands still locked together.
"You called me Rory," she said.
"I want to be clear," Logan said, a smile hinting at his lips. "Rory, I really wanna be your boyfriend," Logan said.
"And I really wanna believe you," she replied earnestly, "but it's a little hard to believe, given your track record."
"Well how else am I gonna change unless you give me a chance?" Logan reasoned.
"I don't know," Rory said hesitantly.
Logan regarded her for a moment, an idea slowly forming in his head. "Tell you what. There's this killer band playing tonight, I figured we could go see the concert after dinner so I've already got tickets, if that's ok with you," Logan said.
Rory nodded slowly, not exactly sure where he was going with this.
"I can guarantee you will like the band that is playing. In fact, I am so damn sure about the fact that you will love this band that I am willing to bet everything on it," Logan said with a gleam in his eye.
"Oh really?" Rory said playfully. "Everything as in a million dollars, or whatever you're worth?"
"No," Logan said with a grin. "Everything as in total commitment. You love this band, and I am all in. You hate it, and I promise to leave you alone forever. Whaddya say, Ace?"
Rory raised one eyebrow. "Wow. Such confidence. I suppose I'll have to take that bet. But usually isn't a bet a reflexive thing? Like, you know, you win, I give you a dollar. I win, you give me a dollar," Rory said. "I mean, no offense, but you've already demonstrated that you want to be a boyfriend, though I doubt your ability to do so."
"Ok, how 'bout this?" Logan offered. "If you don't love the band, then I will leave you alone and give you a dollar. You love this band, and you promise to give me a chance. And a dollar."
"Or how about this: we wager on the band and consider our relationship separate territory," Rory countered.
"Our relationship?" Logan said with a raised eyebrow.
"You know what I mean," Rory said brushing it off. She sighed as Logan pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. Damn him, he already knew her so well.
"Oh no you don't. You can't back off after saying something like 'our relationship,'" Logan said.
"Well…sure I can. It's my prerogative as a woman," Rory said. "What can I say, I'm a fickle kid."
"Hey, you brought it up," Logan said. "Not to be all estrogen-y, but where do we stand, exactly?"
Rory sighed and thought about it, playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. She focused on the button. "Well… your determination is admirable, I'll give you that," she said, looking up briefly.
Logan nodded his thanks.
"And," she continued, still focusing on the button. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give you a chance…" she said with a shrug.
Logan broke out into a grin.
"…just to woo me, you understand," Rory said, extricating herself from his arms and backing away as Logan began to advance on her.
"To woo you?" Logan said, taking a step forward.
"Yes," Rory replied, walking backwards.
"How do you mean?" he asked, still walking toward her.
"I mean give you a chance to prove that you really can do it. Not, like, poof, you're my boyfriend, but rather try dating exclusively," she said, backing up until she hit a wall and could back up no further.
"I could do that," Logan said, getting really close to her and putting his hands on either side of her on the wall. "I'm sure I could successfully woo you," he said, leaning forward to kiss her neck.
"Oh, God," she whined. She put her hands on his chest, slightly pushing him away. "You're not going to get all cocky on me, are you? Because I can take it all back," she said quite seriously.
"No!" Logan said, stepping back and dropping his hands to his sides. "No, I'm glad you're giving me a chance. That's a good start."
"A good start? My, aren't we confident," Rory said.
"Yes, well, speaking of confidence, back to the band issue, now that we're clear about 'our relationship,'" he said with a smirk.
"Oh God. I should have taken it back," Rory said, rolling her eyes.
"Too late now, babe. You're into me, and I know it," he said smugly.
"Bite me," Rory said sarcastically.
"All in good time, Ace," Logan said with a wink. "Now, as I was saying. Back to the band issue. Straight up bet: if you don't love this band, I will do whatever you say. If you do love this band, you do whatever I say. Deal?"
"No way!" Rory said, folding her arms across her chest. "Waaaay too much room for creativity there."
"What, are you chicken?" Logan taunted.
"Frankly, yes," Rory said. "We need specific terms."
"Alright, well, you name your terms and I'll name mine," Logan suggested.
"Ok," Rory said, thinking. "Got it! If I don't love this band, which, by the way, the odds are in my favor as I am very picky, you have to mow my lawn," she said triumphantly.
"You don't have a lawn," Logan said, confused.
"My mother's lawn," she clarified. "My house here in Stars Hollow. Oh yeah, and you can't hire somebody to do your dirty work, ohhhh no. You have to physically mow it yourself for…a month. Without John Deere's help."
"Wow, I think you enjoyed that a little too much," Logan said.
"Hey, you said name my terms," she said defensively.
"I know, I know," Logan said, holding his hands up. "Are you ready to hear my terms?" he asked.
"Fire away," Rory said.
"Ok. If you do, in fact, love this band, which you say is a near impossibility, then you have to spend the night with me."
"What?" Rory said. "Ok, first of all, I am not dealing in sexual favors here, and second of all, I've already spent the night with you, so what's the big deal?"
"I never said you had to do anything," Logan said. "Just spend the night with me. And the circumstances will be slightly different."
"Ok, well, that still sounds a little too vague for my liking, but seeing as how I probably won't have to, I suppose I can agree," she said loftily.
"Good," Logan said with a smirk. "Oh – a week."
"Huh?" Rory said, confused.
"You have to spend the night with me for a week," he said.
"Fine. I just hope you have some yardwork clothes in that wardrobe of yours. Otherwise we'll have to go shopping," Rory said airily, starting to walk away.
Logan grinned and trailed behind her. "As much fun as that would be, Ace, I don't think I'm gonna have to worry about that."
"We'll see," Rory said.
"Yes we will," Logan said quietly, trying to hide his smile.
Dean was on his way home when he passed the music store. A flyer caught his eye, and he backed up. He read the flyer. "Huh," he said to himself. Rory was sure to be there, and since he knew that she was no longer with that billionaire guy, he might just have a shot…
"I can't believe you," Rory said, shaking her head in amazement. She surveyed the room, watching people screaming and dancing in front of the stage where a band was jamming.
"What?" Logan asked innocently.
"This is like cheating!" she protested.
"No way. This was totally legit. Cheating would have been calling your mother, which let me tell you, I was dangerously close to doing, but I managed to plan the day without her," Logan replied.
"I don't think this should count," Rory said, folding her arms.
"Oh yes it should," Logan said, not letting her out of the bet. "So, are you saying you like the band? Possibly, love the band?"
"Hep Alien?" Rory said incredulously. "Of course I do! I'm practically required to. You are tricky, mister," she said, shaking her finger at him.
"Hey, all's fair in love and war," Logan said.
"And which is this?" Rory asked, hands on hips.
"You tell me," Logan said, slipping one hand around her waist and the other onto her cheek, leaning in for a kiss.
"There you are!" Colin said, coming up to them, interrupting the moment.
"Your timing, as usual, is impeccable," Logan said dryly, withdrawing his hands and sliding them into his pockets.
"Thank you, thank you," Colin replied with a bow. "And Rory: two nights in a row. Must be love, huh?" he said with a wink.
"Hey Beavis, where's Butthead?" Logan said, distracting Colin from his line of questioning.
"Now, now, play nice," Colin said. "Finn's around here somewhere."
"Something tells me that 'somewhere' is probably the bar," Rory said wryly.
"Something tells me you're right," Colin said amiably. "And I believe I shall head there myself. I take my leave of you – now, you kids behave," he said, walking away before they could come up with any snappy comebacks.
"Actually, a drink sounds really good right about now. You want anything, Ace?" Logan asked.
Rory thought a moment. "Um…yeah. I think I want a Coke. I'm gonna go squeeze up to the front and try to get Lane to wave at me. Meet you back here?" she asked.
"It's a date," Logan said with a wink. Rory smiled and started to walk away, but he grabbed her hand.
"What?" she asked.
"Well…considering our new status, doesn't any kind of parting imply a kiss of some sort?"
"That has no bearing on our current situation," Rory said. "Besides…"
Logan raised his eyebrows. "Besides what?"
"Well," Rory said, playing with the hem of her shirt, "I mean, if we're starting over, you know, this is sort of still our first date, and doesn't a kiss come at the end?"
"Oh, so that's how we're lookin' at it?" Logan asked with a smirk.
"Well that's how I'm lookin' at it," Rory said.
"I like the way you look," Logan said with a wink.
Rory started to respond, but wasn't sure which way he meant it, so she just smiled. "Back in a minute," she said, squeezing his hand and then making her way to the front of the crowd. Logan chuckled and shook his head before walking to the bar.
"Lane!" Rory shouted. She could barely hear anything the way the amps were cranked up. "Lane!"
She gave up temporarily and started dancing with the crowd. She suddenly bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry," Rory said, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"No, it's ok…"
"Dean?" Rory said. She suddenly stopped dancing.
"Rory? Hey," Dean said with practiced casualness. He took her elbow and led her away from the throng to stand along the wall. "How've you been?"
"Um…fine," Rory said uncomfortably.
"Look, about the last time we…" Dean started. Rory just folded her arms across her chest. "I just thought maybe you'd want to start over. Try being friends. What do you say?" he asked.
"I don't know, Dean. I mean, I think we've run out of things to say to each other," she said, looking at her feet.
"Well, I mean, when we broke up the first time and decided to be friends, we were still in high school. We were immature back then."
Rory just looked at him.
"Ok, I was immature," Dean admitted with a wry smile. His face got more serious. "But seriously, Rory, don't you think there's still a chance that we can get past all of this and become friends? We're getting a little old for all this drama," Dean said, grasping at straws.
Rory laughed. "I'm sorry, have you met my mother? Or my grandparents, for that matter? You're never too old for drama."
"True, true," Dean said. They stood there for a moment. "Tell ya what," he said. "The winter carnival is this weekend. If I happen to bump into you, I'll say hi, and hopefully you'll say hi. I'll even bring Clara. You can't not say hi to Clara," Dean said.
"Well…that's true," Rory said slowly.
"Yeah, and if you say hi to Clara, she's going to say hi back, and inevitably invite you to play at least one game with us," Dean said with a smile.
"That's also true; she'll at least want to get our fortunes told together," Rory said.
"By the lady who always tell you you'll be rich and famous," Dean continued.
"You know, I always knew she was for real," Rory said with a grin.
Dean smiled back. "So, maybe I'll bump into you this weekend and politeness might turn into friendliness, hm?"
Rory grinned. "It's a distinct possibility. But I might only hang out with Clara. You'll have to be our food fetcher."
"You can depend on me for all your snowcone needs," Dean said.
Rory smiled. "Well, I need to get back to my friends, so, I guess I'll see you this weekend."
"Oh, ok. I didn't realize you were here in a group," Dean said amiably.
"Yeah," Rory said, slightly nervous. "Um, just a couple of friends from Yale."
"Ok, well, I'll let you get back to them. See you around," Dean said.
"See ya," Rory said with a small wave. She entered the crowd once more and went to the back to find Logan.
Dean wondered who she was here with. Probably just that Marty guy, who seemed harmless enough. He craned his neck over the crowd and watched Rory. His eyes narrowed as he saw that blond jerk hand her a drink. He curled his hands into fists at his side when he saw Rory laugh at something Logan said. Well…he would just have to show her how great they were together this weekend. After all, there was nothing like a Stars Hollow tradition to remind Rory that she and Dean belonged together. He left the club, forming a plan.
"Hey, Ace, what took you so long?" Logan asked, handing her a Coke. "Did you get Lane's attention?"
"No," Rory said. "I doubt she heard me over all the other screaming dancing people. They're getting quite a following!"
"They're pretty good," Logan said. "I can see why you can't help but love them," he said with a smirk, making reference to their bet.
"Yes, yes, we've established that I love them, you win, now get over it," Rory said dryly, taking a sip of Coke.
"I think I'd like to revel in this moment, if it's all the same to you," Logan said.
"Fine," Rory said airily. "Of course, I can always decide that I'm the kind of girl who doesn't kiss on a first date."
"What?" Logan said.
"That's right, mister. You behave or I'm withholding kissing privileges," Rory said with an evil grin.
"That's ok," Logan said easily.
"Why?" Rory said, miffed.
"Because," Logan said, taking the drink from her hand and setting it on a nearby counter, "I'll just steal them instead."
Before Rory could react, Logan slipped his hands on either side of her face and brought his lips crashing down onto hers. She immediately began to kiss him back, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.
"Get a room, you guys," Colin said, returning to the group.
Rory and Logan slowly broke apart, both slightly breathing heavy.
"My God, it looks like he's going to achieve Phase III, and soon!" Finn said conspiratorially. Colin choked with laughter.
"Why, what's Phase III?" Rory said, her eyes narrowing.
"Wow, would ya look at the time?" Logan said. "We should probably head back to school, seeing as how tomorrow morning our weekend comes to an abrupt end."
His segue worked enough to distract Rory. "Yeah, how exactly are we getting home?" she asked Logan.
"Boys," Logan gestured to Colin and Finn.
"Right, let's go," Finn said, pulling the keys from his pocket.
"Give me the keys," Colin said, grabbing them out of Finn's hand. "The last thing you need is another DUI. You need to remember that you can't flirt your way out of them if the officer is male."
"I can if he's gay; give me back my keys!" Finn said.
"You'll have to pry them out of my cold dead hands," Colin said, starting to jog.
"Oy!" Finn cried, running after Colin. "You run like a bloody girl! Come back here!"
Rory and Logan just looked at each other. "It's ok," Logan said. "Let Bert and Ernie duke it out. They'll tire themselves out and I'll end up driving; it's the same way every time."
"Ah," Rory said with a smile.
Logan held out his hand.
"Ready, Ace?" Logan said.
Rory looked at his hand for a moment; the question having a deeper meaning for her. Was she ready to trust Logan? She looked into his eyes and took his hand. "Yeah, I'm ready," she said softly but firmly.
Logan smiled and squeezed her hand. "Well come on! They're gonna leave without us – it's happened before," he said, pulling her along with him. She laughed as they ran to the car.
Wow! So, Rory thinks she can trust Logan...but can she? And what is Dean's plan? Yes, yes, I'm evil, I know. But this chapter was just a set up for a way more interesting chapter next time. What's going to happen, you ask? Too bad you can't get a SpoilerFix for fanfic! Ok, ok, so we'll make a "Next time, on The Fortune Cookie's Always Right: What happens when Rory's trust in Logan is tested by a questionable situation? Is she really going to spend every night for the next week in Logan's bed? And in Stars Hollow, what is Dean going to do at the Winter Carnival? And what happens when Finn tries (unsuccessfully) to date Lane? Tune in next time..." And you know the way things work around here... the more reviews the better! The numbers keep climbing, and I thank y'all for that! So if there are...say... 40 reviews, there might be another update before the weekend is over...
