IF THIS CHAPTER WANTS TO BE CHAPTER FIVE, IT CAN BE!

Logan opened his eyes to find a set of very blue eyes just inches away from his face. He blinked groggily and sat up, letting the sheets fall off of his bare chest.

"I knew it." The owner of the blue eyes told him, also sitting up. "You are a late sleeper."

"What are you talking about?" He asked, still muddled with sleep.

"You always said you were an early riser, so the alarm clock was just to be safe. Guess what? We still haven't bought a new alarm clock and it is nearly 11. So much for early riser, huh?"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Fine, maybe I do sleep in sometimes…"

"I bet you would every day. Every day. Maybe you would never wake up! Maybe the alarm clock is the only thing that stops you from becoming comatose and never ever waking up!"

Logan slid off the bed and stood up, noticing that Rory was already dressed in jeans and a fuzzy cardigan. "Why are you already awake?"

Rory shrugged. "The telephone rang; I answered it and immediately regretted I had."

"Was it Mitchum or Shira?"

"Actually, it was Emily and Shira. Apparently they are positively thrilled with the engagement and are looking forward to planning the event."

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me, they can't wait to start planning the event!"

"Ace, I thought we agreed on a low-key wedding!"

"We did. The evil-ones never agreed to anything. Your mother is calling her party planner ASAP, and wishes that we get back to her soon with a list of guests and preferred theme."

"Damn! Did you say it was eleven?" Logan suddenly realized something.

"Yes, I did. But you aren't dealing with the issue at hand here."

"I promised Finn we'd be at his house at eleven thirty today, he's having a, as he put it, 'small get together'."

"So at least fifty people and ten times as much booze?"

"Naturally."

"Why don't you tell me these things ahead of time?" Rory moaned, running to the closet and pulling clothing out frantically.

"It's funner to see you run around like a headless chicken."

"Funner isn't a word!" She called back, "And are you insinuating that I am a control freak?"

"Not insinuating, informing." He said with a smirk. He stood up himself and walked to the bathroom at a leisurely pace.

"Walk faster! We have five minutes to get out of here! Your clothing is on the bed, hurry up and get dressed!"

"Yes, mother!" Logan shot at her.

Rory smiled sweetly. "Are you saying you do to your mother what you did to me last night?"

Logan froze in his tracks. "That image will scar me forever, Ace."

"Good. Now hurry UP!" She ran out of the closet in a suede skirt and a crocheted peach turtleneck sweater, hopping on one foot as she pulled on a brown pump. Reaching for the nearest thing to help her keep her balance, she grabbed the pendulum belonging to the large grandfather clock. Naturally, it broke off and fell to the ground.

Logan walked out of the bathroom to see his fiancée sitting, defeated, on the bed, one shoe on and holding the pendulum to their clock.

"You know, Ace, this is starting to get a little overdone."

Rory shot him a look of pure death, and he laughed.

Ten minutes later found them in Logan's car, all ready to go to the get together.

"So Ace…" Logan began, "We never finished the discussion about the wedding. Emily and Shira want to plan it now?"

Rory sighed. "Yes, for God knows what reason. Are we going to let them?"

Logan looked at the road ahead of them. "I don't know. It would be easier to, for sure. As much as we hate them, they are our family. I would feel bad if they had nothing to do with it. Also, refusing their help won't exactly make them more warm and fuzzy to you, would it?"

Rory nodded absentmindedly. "I thought of a good theme for it." She said after thinking about his opinion.

"What?" Logan gave her a huge smile, glad she agreed with his view on the wedding.

"Alice in wonderland. The book, not the movie. Think about it. The room can be all bright, guests can sit on toadstools and the tables will have very colorful place settings. Instead of a limo, we can have a train, like the one Alice talked to the bug on. We can have pigs and bunnies run around the floor for people to pet. The bonbonière can be decorative opium pipes, or an abstract pocket watch. The bottles of wine at the tables will say 'drink me' and the food will say 'eat me'. We can dress the servers like the queen of heart's workers, and the bridal party will have aprons or top hats according to gender."

Logan reached over and gave her a kiss. "I love it. Thank you for being so accepting."

Rory smiled. "You are very welcome. But that's it? We're going with Alice? Aren't you even going to suggest something?"

"Ace, my idea of a happy theme is Mitchum's funeral. I think Alice is great."

"I'll call Grandma and Shira and let them know. I just hope it turns out ok."

"It will, Ace." Logan assured her. "It will."

Authors Note: I know, I know… That went by without any excitement whatsoever… Don't worry; there will be plenty of clashing opinions once the planning begins! Also, don't stop reading because it sucks... Finn is in the next chapter, and who doesn't love Finn?!?!?!