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Chapter 3
"You could have been a bit nicer," said Rory as she entered the house later on and found Luke and Lorelai in the kitchen. She had spent the rest of the afternoon catching up with Lane and taking the twins to the park to play.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I just wanted to make sure he was serious about you," Lorelai apologised.
"Yeah well he is. Can't you just take my word for it?" asked Rory.
"I didn't mean that. It's just … I care about you, more than anything in the world and don't want you to get hurt," said Lorelai.
"Mom I understand that and I've told you he's changed! And Luke, what was all that about money?" Rory asked.
"I just don't like these kids who get everything handed to them."
"But it's my choice about who I go out with. Yes Logan comes from a rich family, but so does mom. She isn't like her parents is she," said Rory.
"I suppose …" answered Luke.
Rory didn't have to start work for another week and so she spent her first week at home catching up with Lane, spending time with her mom and reassuring Paris by phone that she was going to make a great doctor, even if she did get only an 85 on her latest paper at Harvard Medical School. Only one other person got more than her, an 88, but she was still determined it meant she was stupid.
"So, any big plans for tonight?" asked Lane on Thursday morning. Dave had the morning off and so was looking after the twins. That left Lane to have some girl one on one time with Rory without the twins getting in the way.
"I have a date with Logan, he's picking me up at 7 and taking me out to this new Chinese restaurant that just opened near his apartment," answered Rory. They were walking out of Taylor's candy 'shoppe' each carrying an ice-cream.
"That sounds good! I swear, once you get married, everything changes. Don't get me wrong, I love Dave, but we never go out anymore, go on dates to restaurants, go to concerts or anything."
"That may have something to do with the fact that on your honeymoon you got pregnant with twins," pointed out Rory.
"Good point."
"Couldn't Mrs Kim look after the twins for you once in a while?" wondered Rory, referring to Lane's mom.
"She says that she shouldn't have to look after 'my mistake'" said Lane. "She's fine for the odd hour of babysitting, but a whole night is out of the question. She goes on about how she didn't go out and leave me with other people, it's my responsibility, blah, blah, blah!"
"Well, I'll babysit then," offered Rory.
"Really?" exclaimed Lane.
"Sure, how about Monday night? You and Dave can go out, let your hair down, be young again."
"Rory, I officially love you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" gushed Lane as she pulled Rory into a massive hug.
"No problem. I'm happy to help."
"So, what are you wearing tonight?" asked Lorelai, peering round the door to Rory's bedroom. Rory was sat at her desk in front of the mirror applying mascara.
"That dress," replied Rory, pointing to a black, knee length dress that was hanging from her wardrobe doors. "Did you know that it's meant to be impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed?"
"Really? Do these little fun facts mean that you've forgiven me for being a jerk to Logan?" asked Lorelai.
"Yes. I know you're just looking out for me," smiled Rory. Lorelai walked across the room and pulled Rory into a hug.
"So, when's he picking you up?"
"In about half an hour. And I still need to do my hair, get dressed and choose shoes."
"Don't worry, I'm here to help. You do your hair and I'll sort out the shoe situation! What about the clogs we brought in Europe?"
"Not the kind of look I'm going for," laughed Rory as Lorelai held up the brown clogs.
"Right, okay, something more dressier," replied Lorelai. "How about these ones?" she asked, holding up high heeled, open toed, black shoes with silver fake diamonds on.
"Perfect," replied Rory from her position at the mirror with a brush in one hand and curling tong in the other.
"I'll leave you to get ready," said Lorelai as she walked out of the room.
An hour later, half an hour after Logan was due to pick her up, Rory was pacing the living room in her high heels. Lorelai, who was keeping out of the way in the kitchen hated the fact that Logan had let her daughter down.
"Logan, this is Rory. Where are you? You were meant to be here 30 minutes ago!" Rory spoke to Logan's answer machine on his cell phone.
"Rory, honey, do you want a coffee?" asked Lorelai, walking into the living room.
"No, he's going to be here soon," said Rory, looking hopefully out onto the driveway. She couldn't help be reminded of Jess, waiting for him to ring and in the end he didn't. She decided to stay positive, he would be coming for her, surely.
Another hour later, she finally gave up. She had rung him numerous times, he was an hour and a half late and she decided he wouldn't be coming. She took her shoes off and went through to the kitchen.
"I'll have that coffee now, please," she said quietly to Lorelai as she walked to her room to change. She took the hair band out of her hair and threw it onto the desk. Changing into her night clothes she went back into the kitchen just as Lorelai was pouring the coffee.
"I'm sure he has a good reason," said Lorelai, not wanting to see her daughter hurt.
"I thought he had changed! He assured me he had changed!" said Rory in a sudden outburst. "I should never have trusted him! Never! How could I be so stupid," she shouted, as Luke walked through the kitchen door.
"I thought you had a date with Logan?" he asked, then regretted it as Rory slammed her door shut and Lorelai glared at him.
"I knew it!" shouted Luke. "I knew he would let her down!"
"Luke, Rory doesn't need this. She's already upset, she doesn't need you getting mad and shouting," said Lorelai.
"He let her down, Lorelai. Like we knew he would."
"I know. But now we have to be here for her. Not get mad."
"I don't want to talk about it," said Rory a while later when she walked out of her room, went to the cupboard and got out a packet of biscuits.
"We're watching American Idol reruns if you want to join us," offered Luke, who was in the kitchen getting more drinks. "You're mom keeps making fun of them all, she seems to enjoy it."
"Thank you," said Rory, walking over and giving him a hug.
"What's this for?" he asked, a bit stunned.
"For not saying anything," she replied.
"You know what, I think we could give Simon Cowell a run for his money," said Lorelai. "We'd make much better judges."
"You keep going on about their clothes and facial expressions," said Luke. "It's a singing competition, you're meant to be judging their voices."
"Our version is better," insisted Lorelai.
"I'm off to bed," said Rory, hugging both her mom and Luke in turn. The phone rings.
"Let it go to the machine," said Lorelai, she couldn't be bothered to talk to anyone as it was late. Rory walked towards her room but stopped when a voice came on the machine.
"Ace?"