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Chapter Fifteen: Phone Calls and Overexcited Australians

Lorelai was making herself an ice cream sundae when her phone rang. She struggled with holding both the sundae and chocolate sauce as she attempted to grab the ringing phone. After several failed tries to snatch up the ringing object she unhappily relinquished her chocolate sauce, answering the telephone.

"Hello?"

"Lor-"

"This better be good Chris. I gave up my chocolate sauce for you!"

"This is pretty good,"

"Ooohh, is it scandalous?"

"Yes, and it's about us,"

"That last part ruined it. What's going on?"

"Rory knows about Callie," The sundae fell from her hands, crashing to the ground with a clatter. Ice cream splattered everywhere, Lorelai suddenly very happy that she didn't get to put the chocolate sauce on.

"Lorelai, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just dropped my sundae," Lorelai got down on her knees, trying to clean up the mess she had made. As she mopped up the melting ice cream with a spare napkin she began to wish that other messes could be so easily fixed.

"Tell me what happened,"

"She found out on her own, Callie found her. She came to my house and was really upset about it all. I accidentally told her that you knew,"

"This is not good, not not not good," Lorelai said, her voice rising with panic with each word, "Chris, what are we going to do?"

"We need to talk to her," Lorelai sighed, sitting down on the floor, surveying the damage the sundae had imparted on her kitchen floor.

"I should talk to her, alone,"

"No, we both go,"

"Chris-"

"We both go," he said firmly, his tone telling Lorelai that there was no further conversation on the matter.

"Will she even talk to me?" Chris paused, knowing that his response would break her heart.

"She was pretty upset Lor. How about I call her and set up lunch. You'll come and then she'll be forced to talk to us,"

"I don't like tricking her. It reeks of Emily,"

"You want to talk to her, right?" Lorelai sighed, throwing the shards of glass from the broken bowl into the garbage.

"Yeah, I do,"

"Then we have to do whatever it takes,"

"So, you're dating the infamous Logan Huntzberger," Tristan mused, sitting with Rory at the Pub. Rory smiled, nodding.

"Yes, I am,"

"That's great," His expression changed for a moment and he looked her intensely in the eye, "you guys are exclusive, right?"

"Yes, I am not one of the many," Tristan relaxed, nodding.

"Good, because we would've had a serious talk if you were. As for Logan, he would have had a serious talk with my fist," Rory laughed.

"You're such a big shot, all talk no follow through,"

"No, Rory, if you were one of his playmates I would've gone through the roof," Rory smiled at him, feeling genuinely touched by his brotherly attitude.

"Well, you don't have to worry. He is amazing,"

"I can only imagine. He seems pretty cool, a lot better than that Jess kid you dated,"

"You can say that again,"

"You have no idea how many times I wanted to punch that kid," Rory smiled.

"You are quite violent today,"

"No, Logan seems nice,"

"He is, and he seems to really like you," Tristan laughed, garnering a confused look from Rory.

"What?" She exclaimed.

"Ror, he looked like he was going to kill me when we first met,"

"No he didn't," Tristan grinned.

"I appreciate you trying to shield me from your boyfriend's hate, but I am a big boy. I can handle the truth,"

"Okay, he was a little suspicious at first, but can you blame him? We were in a sort of compromising position,"

"Yes," Tristan said with a wistful grin, "Yes, we were," Rory laughed, slapping him on the arm.

"Ew, you are such a perv sometimes,"

"Kidding!" Tristan said, his arms up in defense, "I was just kidding!"

"Rory!" Both parties turned to see a stunning brunette approaching.

"Hi Callie," Rory said brightly, smiling at the new addition.

"Wait, this is Callie?" Tristan asked. Rory smiled, hearing the tone of her friend's voice. She had known Tristan for a long time and she could tell when he was taken aback by either something or someone. The tone of his voice went beyond that, he was astounded by her.

"Yeah, this is my half sister Callie," Callie smiled warmly at Tristan, extending her hand towards him.

"Hi,"

"I'm Tristan Dugrey," He said as they shook their hands up and down.

"Callie, do you want to join us?" Rory asked, gesturing the empty seat beside Tristan.

"Oh, I don't want to interrupt,"

"You're not, please, stay,"

"Okay," Callie sat next to Tristan and Rory noticed her give Tristan a quick side long glance.

"So, Rory, you and Tristan are...,"

"Friends," Rory responded immediately, "Logan and I are still together,"

"Good," Callie reddened when she realized what her response as well as question insinuated, "I mean, I'm happy you and Logan are still together. You and Tristan not together is good-wait-I mean...," Callie looked like a deer caught in head lights, her eyes wide, "I'm just going to stop talking," Rory laughed.

"Don't worry Callie, I know what you mean," Rory's cell phone went off and when she saw it was Logan she immediately picked it up, smiling wide.

"Hey Logan,"

"Ace, you sound unusually pleased to hear me,"

"I'm always pleased to hear from you. What's going on?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go get some sushi with me and the gang. Finn keeps complaining about how he never sees you anymore and I miss you too," Rory grinned.

"Aw, Finny misses me?"

"You get excited over Finn and not me?"

"What can I say? You have competition," She teased.

"I'm going to have to talk to Finn,"

"Don't worry Logan, I'm not a red head,"

"He's beginning to stray Ace,"

"Oh no, that's worrisome,"

"Are you coming?"

"Yeah, I'll be there,"

"Great, bye Ace. I love you,"

"I love you too," She hung up, amused by the sight of Callie and Tristan chatting amicably.

"Okay guys, I'm going to go,"

"Hot date?" Tristan joked.

"Of course it is, you know me Tristan. See you guys later!"

"Rory love!" Finn exclaimed attacking Rory with a hug. She laughed, already accustomed to the alcoholic must that accompanied the rowdy Australian.

"Hi Finn,"

"Ace, now I see who you really favor," Rory smiled, going straight into her boyfriend's arms.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in ages," She said, holding him tightly.

"I know, you've become quite attached to that Tristan guy lately,"

"We're just friends, you know that, right?" Logan smirked.

"Yes, I believe you telling me eight times, and counting, has made it sink in,"

"I just want you to know you're the only guy in my life. Well, maybe not my life but definitely in my bed," Logan kissed her, smiling.

"You two, stop being so cute! You're making me want to puke," Rory smiled, turning to Stephanie.

"What's wrong?"

"She's being PMS-y," Colin replied, "which means in plain language, bitchy," Stephanie turned to him, her eyes narrowed.

"You're such an ass! I wish I never met you!" The group got seated and Rory looked at Logan, smiling.

"It looks off," Rory commented, referring to Colin and Stephanie's temperamental relationship.

"Yes, it does,"

"How long do you give it until it's on again?"

"A week," Rory laughed, interlacing her fingers with his. As they walked to the table Rory's cell phone went off. She looked at the caller ID and saw that she had to take it.

"Uh Logan, I need to answer this,"

"Is everything okay?" She nodded and then quickly walked away, answering the phone.

"Hi Dad,"

"Hey kiddo, how are you?"

"Better, definitely more stable than the last time you saw me,"

"Good, so I wanted to know if you would like to have lunch with me tomorrow,"

"Uh, Dad, is Mom going to be there?"

"What?"

"If you're planning something-"

"Rory, can't a father have lunch with his daughter without being questioned?" Rory smiled.

"Lunch sounds great,"

"Okay, so I'll see you tomorrow at 12 at Francesca's,"

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Dad,"

"Bye kiddo,"

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