Author's Note: Ok, so there is no Telus in the states. Well, I'm still making them go to the Telus store, because I think it's safe to say that Telus has the best ads in the entire UNIVERSE (I'm sure my canadian readers will agree. OR ELSE :P). And thanks again to allll my lovely reviewers, I am really quite shocked (And pleased) at the fact that people actually like my clock idea:P

I WONDER IF I WILL RUN OUT OF CHAPTERS BEFORE CLOCKS… NAH.

They walked into the mall, florescent lights blinding them as their green light bounced off the linoleum tiles into the couple's eyes. Rory grabbed Logan's hand and dragged him to the Telus store, eager to find a new phone. They entered the store and Rory let go of his hand and ran eagerly from display case to display case like a small child in a candy store.

"Oooh, look at that one! It's green." She cooed at one, and "Ohmigosh! You slide it and it opens!" to another. Logan, the forever loyal fiancé, followed her dutifully, but was unable to muster up the same enthusiasm. Finally, she decided on one that was both green and slidey.

A saleswoman approached, eyes flicking over Rory and settling on Logan. "May I help you?" She asked in a nasal voice.

Rory nodded. "I'd like a three year package with that phone." She said, pointing.

"Do you know which package you'd like, or would you like to see our pamphlets?"

Rory looked at Logan, who nodded and told the woman, "She'd like that package, please." He pointed to a package on a poster nearby being advertised by an adorable monkey.

"Yay! The monkey package!" Rory squealed once again.

"Ace, this is the last time I'm taking you anywhere in public."

"Mean." She shot back, sticking her tongue out.

They walked to the counter and pretended to listen as the salesclerk went over the fine points of the contract. Rory couldn't help but notice that the clerk spoke directly to Logan, and leaned over the counter in such a way that her chest was unavoidable to her victim's line of vision. Rory raised an eyebrow at her when she laughed ridiculously and put a hand on Logan's arm. She was about to learn the hard way not to mess with Rory's man.

"So just sign here and here, and the phone is yours." She was saying. Rory reached to grab the pen from the clerk's outstretched arm. As she pulled back, she accidentally-on-purpose looped her finger through the clerk's tacky beaded bracelet-watch and pulled down. The elastic snapped, scattering bright beads and the small clock all over the store.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Rory exclaimed in a voice so fake it made Logan bite back a laugh. The clerk was trying to be polite, but the ghastly shade of red on her face betrayed her true, pardon the pun, colors.

Logan hastily finished the sale and then dragged a silently laughing Rory out of the store by the hand.

"I need food." Rory stated casually, as though she hadn't just destroyed someone's bracelet.

"Ace, you're just too much sometimes. You do know that this adds another clock to the scoreboard, right?" Logan said with a smirk.

"No, it doesn't. This was for the good of humanity." She retorted.

"Was it now. What if that bracelet was a family heirloom?"

"Then the family needs a new heirloom. Now let's go find some – Oh!" Rory cut herself off with a gasp, bringing her hand up to her mouth.

"What?" Logan asked, genuinely baffled. Rory lifted a hand and pointed to the window of a bridal boutique. In the window was a gorgeous dress.

"Logan!" She whispered. "That's my dress!"

Logan, who, while he appeared to be the perfect man, was still a man, didn't get it. "What do you mean?"

"It's my dress, Logan. I need that dress. That is the dress I am going to get married in. Come on, if they have my size then I know I'm right."

They walked in and Rory whizzed straight to the rack, nearly immediately finding the same one in her size. "This is it, Logan." She breathed. "My dress."

"Will Shira and Emily like you buying a dress off the rack? I thought they wanted it customed?"

Rory shook her head. "I don't care. This is my dress, Logan. I am wearing this, whether you like it or not."

Logan kissed her softly. "If you like it, so do I. I guess you've found your dress."

Rory smiled at him gratefully and together they found a clerk and bought the perfect dress.