Hello all. Here are a few notes before we go on with the story, one, I think I'm gonna skip the whole thanksgiving, soo, yeah.

Disclaimer: I don't own it so don't sue me.

Rory stood in the doorway of their bedroom as she watched Logan pack for yet another one of his "business trips". Though he had spent thanksgiving with her and a few extra days after that, it still felt like he'd been there for only a few hours other than a few days. Now he was leaving again but she didn't want to admit that she was feeling a little alone. Though thanksgiving had gone well after all, everyone was there, everyone except jess, and she had to admit she was a bit disappointed when she didn't see him at the table with everyone else.

She rested her head against the wall and sighed "do you really have to go?"

"Yup" he answered simply without looking up from his suitcase. "But hey within the next week I'm all yours." He was right, it was Saturday and they were getting married on Wednesday, in ten days she would be his wife, she would be Mrs. Logan Huntzburger, the name felt as foreign to her as the ring on her finger, which was still too big by the way but too humble to say anything. She looked down at the ring once more. He must have seen the look on her face as she thought because he dropped what he was doing and walked up to her. "Hey, come on its only a few days" he said in a low voice as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Yeah I know"

"Tell you what I'll bring you something back kay?" she nodded quietly, he then turned back and closed his suit case, he slid it off the bed and basically dragged it out of the room and into the hall. She followed him and watched as he opened the door, but right before he left he gave her a hug "hey why don't you go out with your friends?" he inferred.

"Sure" she said simply "go you'll be late" she slipped back and watched him disappear through the door.

Later:

"You are not serious" Paris practically commanded Rory as she thumbed through a rack of frilly multicolored dresses.

"Of course she's joking it's the rule you always have to try out the ugly ones first" lane jumped in "but don't you already have dresses picked out?"

"Yeah, there blue" Rory said enthusiastically.

"Oh goodie" Paris rolled her eyes and flipped through the rack a little more "what's next hoopskirts and parasols?" she retorted without looking at her.

"Of course" Paris's head snapped back and glared at Rory who held her hands up as if to say "kidding" "you know Paris you don't have to do this"

"Yeah but hey I need to pay my debt to society"

"By being one of Rory's bridesmaids?" lane asked earnestly but Paris just shrugged. As they tried on the dresses Rory stood outside the changing rooms. Lane jumped out in a blue silk chiffon dress. "So?" she twirled around.

"I like it"

"Me too" she leaned against the door of Paris's stall "what about you?"

"No"

"Get out here Gellar"

"Fine" she sighed the door opened and Paris stalked out in a dress slightly different from lane's.

"I like it" Rory said approvingly and Paris just stood there "what what's wrong with it?"

"No the dress is fine I guess"

"What?"

"It's just…." Rory took a deep breath she knew by the tone of her voice she was about to go off on one of her tangents "why hasn't Doyle asked me to marry him yet? I mean we've been together for almost 6 years know. I mean you and Logan have known each other the same and you're getting married I just don't get it….." Paris kept going as Rory looked at lane who gave her a confused shrug. Paris suddenly stopped as if shed just had an epiphany "you think ill ever get married?" she asked panicked.

"I'm sure you will" she patted her shoulder "I'm sure he'll ask you when he's ready…you know you can ask him my mom asked Luke to…" Paris cut her off suddenly.

"I can't do that. It's the mans duty to court a lady its iron clad in the rules"

"What rules?" lane asked still confused.

"I think you need to relax, oh you can take the dress off now" she guided Paris by her arm.

"Yeah, the dress right" she said almost dazed. As soon as the door closed Rory let out a breath and lane walked over to her.

"What was that about?"

"Eh she's always like that" she leaned against one of the doors.

"Are you ok? You seem a little sad?" lane asked concerned.

"Nah I'm ok"

"Well you know you can call me to hang out any time" she said gathering up her skirts and heading into the change room.

"Yeah thanks" she said after tiredly "yeah"

Jess walked into Luke's quietly. It was one of those slow days, he remembered the slow ones, Luke would be behind the counter making coffee and Loralai would be at one of the tables having their many cups of coffee. Just the thought of Rory made him feel, weird. God he missed her. How could she be marrying that guy? Why was he here? What was he doing here? He looked around. Why he even came in here in the first place? Oh he remembered now he was hoping she would be here. She wasn't.

Luke came down the stairs and noticed him quickly. "Hey"

"Hey" he was saying that a lot lately.

"What are you doing here?" he asked casually.

"I was just leaving" he turned around and headed towards the door. Before he left he turned around and looked at his uncle, "it was good to see you again" he said sincerely then passed through the door. He walked through the town at a quick pace not even looking where he was going, he was heading nowhere. After a few minutes he stopped, and realized where he was, he was at the pond. The same place where he and Rory used to sit, the place where he retreated when he wrecked Rory's car and broke her wrist, the same lake Luke pushed him in, he smiled slightly as he remembered being shoved into the dirty water by his irritated uncle. He had to admit he missed this place. He sat down and dangled his feet over to the edge. And sighed.

ok again thus ends another chapter, I know it took long enough, well the story is going nicely and its gonna get better. So read and review kk.