AN: Sorry I haven't updated in forever! Yes, this is a short chapter, but I know what's going to happen in the next chapter, and I needed to update this for you guys. Thanks for all the reviews, I really do appreciate them. And once again, I'm terribly sorry for not updating sooner!


Chapter 11

Rory struggled to balance all the books and binders in her arms as she hurried through the building in incredible need of a caffeine fix. She was laden not only with school books and school notes, but also wedding things.

The binder currently in her arms held a trillion different yellow swatches of fabric. It was her mission to pick the most repulsive yellow she could, and have three bridesmaids dresses, along with a flower girl dress made with that fabric. Of course, she also needed to pick three bridesmaids.

She saw the coffee stand in the distance and hurried to it. Coffee- her savior! Just before she reached it, she was cruelly stopped.

"'Ello love. Coffee?" The person asked, holding out a large cup of her favorite coffee to her.

She took it without question, savoring the wonderful taste as it floated along her tongue. "Finn, I love you." She murmured, already feeling somewhat refreshed.

Finn grinned, "I knew it! I bloody knew it! Unfortunately, I think you have enough on your plate right now and can't handle a side of Australian to go along with it."

Rory nodded with him. "Yeah, I need to get back to my dorm and decide who two of my bridesmaids are going to be."

"What about that lovely drummer friend of yours?" Finn asked, walking along with her.

"Lane's on tour."

"Stephanie?"

Rory sighed, "I really, really don't want to put her in that position."

"What position?" Finn asked as a frown came across his face.

The break up between Logan and Rory was not one that ended terribly, from what they were told. There was no bitterness between Logan and Rory, and even if there had been everyone still considered Rory a close friend. Sure, things would be a bit awkward with hanging out in a group once she was married, but she was still their friend.

"You know, the whole his friends, my friends, our friends thing." She answered, taking another sip.

She opened her door and walked into the room, sitting on the couch. Finn remained standing with his arms crossed.

"No, love, I don't know what you're talking about. If you think that just because Logan and you are no longer together we're not going to be here for you, then you're sadly mistaken." He informed her, walking over to her alcohol cabinet and helping himself.

"But he needs you guys." Rory said, grabbing a binder from the stack and opening it.

Finn walked over and sat next to her. "And we're there for him. But you need us too, and we're not about to abandon you. Get used to it, you're stuck with us."

Rory smiled. "Thanks Finn."

"Anytime. Now, what's this about needing a bridesmaid?" He asked, taking a shot.

"Two. I need two bridesmaids. Paris is going to be my maid of honor, but I'm not sure beyond that."

She pointed to the two blank spaces on the paper, under Paris' name. "We're trying to piss off our families with the plans. So far, we decided on yellow as a color for the wedding." She informed him, flipping through the binder.

"Want to really piss them off?" Finn asked, a devilish smiled crossing his face.

"Yes!"

"I'll be a bridesmaid. But really, yellow is not my color. Do you think we can do something about that?"

Rory started laughing, "Two weeks before the wedding the colors will change to blue. Better?"

"Much! So can I? Can I, can I, can I?" Finn begged, tugging at her arm.

"I can't have a man as my bridesmaid!" Rory told him, still laughing.

"Now wait, you were a best man, were you not?" Finn pointed out. He had heard all about the Gilmore's vow renewal from Logan.

Rory nodded, remembering the wedding. She sighed sadly. She missed Logan. "You can be a bridesmaid, Finn." She told him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Finn looked down at her sad expression and wrapped an arm around her. The girl looked exhausted. It obviously hadn't been an easy couple weeks for her. "It'll all be okay love. It'll all be okay."

-GG-

Tristan knocked on the door. They had dinner plans so they could go over the wedding plans and get to know each other a bit better.

The door opened, but instead of Rory a tall dark haired man with black finger nail polish answered.

"May I help you?" The man asked with a noticeable accent.

"Yeah, Rory and I have dinner plans." Tristan told him, slightly confused.

"Oh, are you Tristan, the fiancé?"

Tristan nodded, still confused.

"Come on in, she's changing. I'm Finn. I'll be a bridesmaid in your wedding." Finn told him, grabbing what was left in the bottle of alcohol and taking it with him. "Well, I'm off. Bye."

With that, the man was gone.

Rory came out of her room in a pair of jeans and a low cut blue top that ended at her shoulders. He couldn't help but think how gorgeous she was.

"Ready?" She asked, slipping on a black sandal.

"Yeah, uh, who was the Australian?" Tristan asked, following her to the door as she grabbed her binder and purse off a table where her keys were.

"That was Finn. He's one of my bridesmaids." Rory said nonchalantly, thinking nothing of a man being a bridesmaid. "I'm starving, where are we going?"

Tristan shook his head as he followed her out to his car. It was hard keeping up with Rory Gilmore.

They chatted amicably on the drive to the restaurant. It seemed the mutual goal of pissing of their families had bonded them some, bringing them closer together.

Once they arrived at the seafood restaurant Tristan opened her door and led her to the restaurant, opening that door for her as well.

"Reservations for DuGrey." He told the hostess, who told him it would be just a few minutes.

The few minutes passed quickly and they were led to their table.

As Tristan pulled out her seat for her she sat down, her eyes widening when she saw who was sitting at the next table.

"Rory." The woman said, shocked to see her.

"Mother." Rory coldly returned, her body stiff.