QUESTION: LOGAN x MACIE romance? or MACIE x OC?

ANSWER: MOST PEOPLE WANTED LOGAN TO BE WITH RORY, SOME DIDN'T CARE. IF YOU HAVEN'T VOTED PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN THE REVIEWS!


YEAR 2002:

2002

The Gilmore's wondered along the stone paths of Yale, Richard giddy with excitement over showing his granddaughter her potential college. The pair continually explaining the details of their proposal when Rory spotted a familiar face on the pathway adjacent to them.

"Macie, Macie!" The young girl called out suddenly. "Macie," Rory repeated, waving her hands in the air with attempts to alert the distracted brunette.

Lorelai noticed this too, stepping closer to her daughter. "Excuse me, Dr Margaret Rose Gray." She shouted in the poshest English accent she could muster, earning multiple looks of confusion from the passing students. Macie turned around in an instant at the mention of her full name, knowing it had to be Lorelai, especially in that horrible accent.

Richard and Emily hurriedly scanned the faces of passing students, becoming immediately embarrassed by their daughter's actions. "Lorelai, your embarrassing us!" Emily groaned, not noticing the young girl her own two girls were calling after.

The two women simply ignored the disapproving looks they were receiving from Richard and Emily as they ran towards their longtime friend, of which they hadn't seen in months. "Macie," Rory cheered, embracing the woman tightly.

"Hey Rory," Macie replied, hugging her just as tightly. "How have you been?" She questioned, knowing it had been forever since they debriefed in person.

Rory beamed up at the woman. "Amazing! I'm so happy to see you," She giggled, clearly overwhelmed by Macie's arrival home from the UK.

Lorelai moved to embrace Macie tightly, "Hey Doc."

"Not yet," Macie chuckled, embracing the older woman who never ceased to make her smile. "I've missed your humour."

"Oh, only my humour..." Lorelai gasped, pretending to act offended by Macie's comment. "Not my good looks, or incredible charm?" She questioned, causing Rory and Macie snickered at the woman.

"We still on for dinner tonight?" Macie checked, looking down at her watch. "7 O'clock?"

"Yep," Lorelai nodded, "How's Harry going?" She asked, snooping into her best friends love life.

"Really great, actually." Macie grinned, embracing Rory once more, "But I actually have to run or I'll be late to my meeting."

"Alright, see you later," Lorelai farewelled, Rory simply waving as their friend sped towards the main building.

In that time, Richard and Emily had watched from afar, only now once the girls rejoined them did they begin to question that entire charade. "Who was that?" Richard asked eagerly.

"That was Macie." Rory beamed at her grandparents. "She's a close friend of ours."

"Her name is Macie?" Emily pondered allowed, almost racking her brain to provide an answer. "Is that a nickname for something?"

"Her name is Margaret." Lorelai explained with a sigh, "We've always called her Macie... it's the nickname her parents gave her."

Richard nodded, "That makes sense. Is she a Yale Student?" He questioned as they recommenced their tour of the grounds.

"Not exactly," Rory stated, slightly confused herself. "She's doing like a transfer slash placement period at Yale as the final aspect of her degree." The younger girl explained to her grandparents, "She wanted to be closer to home." She finished, a smile gracing her lips at the thought.

"What's she studying?" Emily asked curiously.

"Bachelor of Medicine and Bachelor of Surgery," Rory grinned proudly, "She went to Chilton actually... even helped mum get me a spot there earlier."

"Well, she seems like a lovely girl," Richard complimented at the pair of Lorelai's nodded in agreement. "From Stars Hallow too?"

Lorelai shook her head, "No, Hartford... Lions and tigers and bears - Oh my." Lorelai gasped.

"Its impressive, isn t it?" Richard agreed, grinning broadly.

"What is this place?" Rory questioned, staring around the building in awe.

Richard grinned at his granddaughter, "This is the main administration building. Professors offices, the dean s office. Some of the best scotch in the country can be found behind those doors."

"Not sure how to take that, Dad." Lorelai joked, following the group towards the centre of the entrance hall.

"Ah, follow me, please." He grinned, seeming more pleased than before.

"What' s he so excited about?" Lorelai questioned, turning to face her mother.

Emily shook her head. "Oh, who knows? Dickens must have dropped a pencil here at some point." Lorelai simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Rory, this is the office of a very dear friend of mine. His name is Harris Fellows, and he just happens to be the Dean of Admissions." Richard explained, with Lorelai understanding exactly where this was leading.

"Really?"

"That 's right." Richard nodded, "And I called him just before we came down and I asked him if he had a little time to squeeze you in and he said yes."

"Squeeze me in?" Rory tensed, stepping back in confusion.

"For an interview," Richard said, as though it were blatantly obvious.

"An interview for what, Dad?" Lorelai huffed, knowing that her father would do this behind her back to catch Rory off guard.

"An interview for Yale." He replied casually.

"Grandpa!" Rory seethed, her eyebrows raised in shock.

Richard waved off his granddaughter nervous comment, "Oh, I told him all about you and your grades and how well you were doing at Chilton. Of course, he insisted on seeing you. He wouldn 't let me off the hook." Richard grinned, earning another glare from his daughter, Lorelai.

"But I haven t applied to Yale," Rory argued, growing increasingly nervous by the second.

"Oh, I told him that you weren t finished deciding, that you were being very picky." He chuckled, as though this was some sort of joke, "I think that made him want you even more. They can be very competitive, these Ivy League schools. He' s expecting you at three... " Richard took the second to glance down at his watch as though he hadn't prepared this entire tour based on her interview." Oh, look, it 's three now. Well, we timed this perfectly now, didn' t we? Come on, I' ll walk you in. We ll be right back." He nodded, moving to lead Rory inside.

"Rory, honey, you don t have to go in there." Lorelai insisted, knowing how uncomfortable her daughter would be feeling right now.

Richard snarled at his daughter. "What? Well, of course, she 's going to go in there."

"Rory, honey, the only person I 'm talking to, you don' t have to go in there if you don t want to." She repeated, ignoring the agitation in her father's voice.

"Lorelai, the man is waiting," Richard growled, clearly displeased with his daughter's actions.

"You wanna leave? Cause we could just leave." She suggested comfortingly, and Rory almost felt herself agree.

Rory shook her head slowly, "No, it 's okay. I' ll go in."

"Harris is a very nice man, Rory. I think you two are really going to hit it off. Come on, I ll walk you in." Richard smiled, pretending as though nothing had happened.

Lorelai was fuming, waiting for her father to return. "You know what, I almost feel like a standing ovation is in order."

Richard groaned, "If you' re going to get dramatic, let' s go outside. It echoes in here." He stated voice void of emotion as scanned the room for bystanders.

"What did you think you were doing?" Lorelai cried, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I thought I was helping my granddaughter get into what is, in my opinion, the best Ivy League school in America."

"You' re unbelievable, Dad!" Lorelai huffed, crossing her arms distressed. "You corner her alone the other night, without me there."

"Of course I did. You wouldn t let her go." Richard argued, raising his voice slightly. "I knew that the last thing in the world that you could want would be for Rory to go to Yale."

"And the reason for that would be?" Lorelai questioned.

"I went to Yale, therefore Rory can' t."

Lorelai let out a laugh, "Oh, that s right, the crazy reason."

Richard shook his head in disagreement, "That 's all right. It 's your prerogative to feel that way. It' s mine to make sure that Rory at least knows all her options."

"You lied to everybody, Dad." Lorelai reasoned, "You lied to me, you lied to Rory, I' m looking at Mom and I 'm thinking you lied to her, too." Emily looked down at her feet, knowing her daughter was right.

"Lorelai, please, let s try and calm down." Emily urged, noticing the bystanders beginning to stare at the raging scene.

Lorelai rolled her head back in frustration, "No, Rory 's going to Harvard. It 's already been decided without you, get it? And that little stunt of yours doesn t change that fact one bit."

Richard shrugged his shoulders, somewhat regretful. "I' m sorry about the way it had to be done, but I didn' t want to argue with you about it."

"My whole life, you have tried to control everything, and if you didn t get to control something, then you just didn t deal with it," Lorelai stressed to her father to angry to understand her point.

"That s ridiculous." He rebutted.

"When you couldn' t control me, you didn 't deal with me." She reminded her father, who simply ignored that comment too.

"No. This is about Rory and Rory s education. Which, frankly Lorelai, is something you know nothing about."

"Excuse me?" Lorelai raised a pointed eyebrow wondering where her father was leading with this.

"You never went to college, let alone an Ivy League college. You don t know the first thing about the system, the way it works. I do, I went through it." He explained "You want Rory to go to Harvard that badly? So do thousands of other mothers. Yale is an excellent school, the equal of Harvard in every way except one I went here." Richard stressed becoming angrier at his daughter by the second. "I' m an alumnus. That makes it easier for Rory to get in. And if you had any idea about the way the system works, you 'd know this."

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Oh, so, here it is. I knew we would eventually get to the big "my daughter s a loser, poor me, the future squandered, the Gilmore name s sullied" speech."

"I'm not leaving Rory' s education to chance simply because I might risk offending you. Her future is more important than your pride. If you don t like that, I 'm sorry. If it makes you angry, well, what else is new? But that, my dear girl, is the way it is." Richard finished, his fists clenched, his daughter still fuming over the entire situation.

"I 'm calling a cab. We' re leaving." The brunette stated, walking out of the entrance hall, dialling her phone number. "Yes, hi, in New Haven, I need a number of a cab company. Anyone, pick one. Thanks."

"You are not going to take a cab all the way back to Stars Hollow," Emily stated, attempting to force Lorelai to end the call.

"He lied to you, too, Mom. Don t you care about that?" She reasoned.

Emily nodded her head, clearly frustrated too. "That is between me and your father."

"Great, whatever. Damn, I just forgot the number." The woman sighed, dialling her phone for the second time. "Hi in New Haven, I need a cab company, any cab company."

"Your father is a very strong-willed man, Lorelai. You know this, you take after him." Emily reasoned, turning to face her daughter. "He wants the best for Rory. He thinks this is the best."

"It doesn 't really matter what he thinks. It matters what I think and what Rory thinks and the list ends there."

"Don' t turn this into yet another one of your crusades against your childhood. Just let it go. Realize that despite the matter in which your father did this, his intentions were honourable."

"You know what, Mom? Sometimes I literally sit around and try to figure out why Dad and I have such an awful relationship. I try to figure out why we can' t communicate and why we can 't seem to break through whatever crap it is that stands between us, and then something like this happens and suddenly it 's like, - Oh yeah. That s why."

"Fine, Lorelai, your father s a demon. He' s cruel and out to destroy your happiness. But think about this you 're fighting so hard to send Rory off to Harvard no matter what that you haven t even stopped for one second to consider that if she went to Yale, she could live at home. Consider that on your cab ride." Emily sneered angrily at her daughter.

Macie spotted a familiar face as she exited the main building. "Lorelai, what's wrong?" Macie questioned, hurrying towards her close friend. "Did something happen?"

"Yes Macie," Lorelai nodded, giving her the look of 'I'll explain later... my mothers around.' "Rory and I need to get home now."

"I'll drive," Macie offered, "Don't take a cab or Rory won't be going to any college." She chuckled.

"Are you sure?" Lorelai questioned, "I know you have classes and..."

"Lorelai, give me 10 minutes and meet me at the front gate." Macie urged, moving towards Harry's dorm to collect her keys and handbag.

Lorelai rushed back inside, her mother not far behind. "Rory, Macie is meeting us at the main gate. Let' s go."

"I' m coming. Bye Grandma." She replied, hurrying out of the building with her mother.


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