Chapter 12: Say you love me, you know I do.

"Why can't you stay with Logan every once in a while instead of him being here all of the time? He's getting boy smell all over the place." Paris chastized Rory from her desk.

"First off, he's not my boyfriend, and second it's better than the smell of the Oriental Ramen you're so fond of making."
"Rory, he's here all of the time, you guys are the most coupley non-couple I have ever seen, and there is nothing about either one of you that doesn't have everything to do with the other" said Paris.

"So does this mean I get to inquire about Doyle now? Because I have a few questions. How often do you guys come up for air, because you've gotta be pretty parched with all of the screaming I hear you doing on a semi-nightly basis." Rory snapped back.

"Topic dropped."

"Wait, I won? That easily? …I'll take it."

Rory was sitting on the grass, leaning against "her" tree as she attempted to read her text book for the sixteenth time. "Freedom of Speech in the United States" just could not hold her attention. This is insane, Gilmore. Stop it. It's Communication Law, you WILL fail if you don't read this now she kept telling herself. But somehow, her thoughts always managed to wander to Logan, and to what Paris had said to her earlier.

We're not dating, we're not coupley. We're not any of the things she says…are we? I can't say that I don't like him. I like him. But I know he's not commitment guy, he's told me that. So why the hell am I doing this to myself? Damnit! Just focus Gilmore. Stay away from Logan thoughts. West Virginia versus Barnette…Why the hell doesn't he want to date me?

Reading just wasn't going to happen. She looked out over the campus, searching for a way to get her mind off of Logan and everything that now seemed to be so complicated with him. Maybe I should just talk to him about it. Yeah…that's what I'll do. Just talk to him. I can do that. Can't I?

She closed her textbook and threw it into her bag. Standing up, Rory threw it over her shoulder and began walking determinedly towards Logan's dorm room. She knew that Logan wouldn't be in class yet. It was still ten O'clock in the morning, there was no way he was out of bed.

Lorelai walked through the front doors of the Dragonfly just in time to hear Michel "playing" with some of the children of one of the guests.

"Stay away from me, you dirty little toad!" he yelled in his thick French accent.

"You're funny, say it again, say it again!" the kids encouraged as they jumped around the front desk.

"No! Now go away, go! I said go, you little miscreants!"

Lorelai walked past the desk, going for stealth, but failed to escape Michel's view.

"Lorelai, where have you been? These things are annoying me!" he whined.

She looked at the kids.

"Hey guys, having fun?" she asked as the kids all nodded. "Why don't you take Michel down to the lake and have him show you the swans! He absolutely LOVES them!"

"You are an evil woman." Michel said, astonished.

"Delightfully so." Lorelai chuckled as she walked into the kitchen.

"Alright, I've been in the place for more than a minute and have yet to have a coffee in my hand and a donut on a plate. What's going on people?" she joked.

Sookie was leaning over the counter with her hands on her cheeks. She took a deep breath and sighed.

Lorelai came up to her and placed a caring hand on her back.
"Sook, what's wrong?"

"We're out of flour. I can't make anything without flour. No bread, no dessert, nothing!" Sookie said, crying.

"Flour, hun?"

"We don't have any! Ricky used the rest of it to make a birthday cake for one of the guests. A birthday cake! And he didn't tell me. What am I supposed to do? I could close down the restaurant for the day until we get some. That's it. Go home people, the restaurant's closed! Get out! Out, out, out, out!" Sookie yelled.

"Woah, woah there Sookie. We're not going to close the restaurant down for the day. What we're going to do is have you finish up the things for breakfast that we can still make without flour. While you're doing that, the guys will run over to Doose's and buy as much flour and Taylor will let them pay for which will be more than enough for the day," Lorelai said as three of the kitchen workers ran out of the kitchen, coats in tow. "And while all of this is going on, you are going to tell me what's really wrong." Lorelai said calmly.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just all hormonal and Jackson's working all of the time and he can't help with Davey much and I'm all pregnant. He's hiding from the town and I'm stuck here while he's with his vegetables which he loves more than his fat, emotional, mood swinging wife."

"Okay, slow down. First off, Jackson adores you. You are a beautiful pregnant lady and you have nothing to worry about. It will be alright. Why don't you call the temp place and have them send over somebody for a few days and you can take some time off, rest, and just spend time with your husband, mood swings and all?"

"Alright. Yeah that sounds okay. You're right," Sookie chuckled, "I'm just so wahh! I'll call now."

"Okay. It'll be alright. I'm just going to get some coffee and get out front and get the books all done okay? Feel better, Sook." Lorelai said as she made way for the door.

"OH! Wait. You were supposed to tell me about stuff with Luke and everything. You were all frantic last time we talked." Sookie remembered.

Lorelai smiled mischievously. "Later, my love. Right now, there are some hills that are definitely alive with the sound of music and I have to go prancing around in meadows."