A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Here is the new chapter. I hope I didn't make you wait too long, haha.
Chapter Eleven: Don't worry, Mom, I only drink the good stuff
"Welcome to Martha's Vineyard," Logan told Rory as they stepped onto the slate colored street in front of the Huntzberger's vacation home. Rory held onto Logan's arm as she looked around, eyes wide.
"It looks like a golf course."
"That's because it is," he whispered, kissing the side of her head.
"Martha's Vineyard is a golf course?" Rory asked with a turn of her head, eyebrows furrowed to which Logan chuckled and told her, "No, Ace, what you are looking at is a golf course. It is my father's."
"Your father owns a lot of stuff," she noted.
"So do you," Logan retorted, slinging his arm over her shoulders.
"How do you figure that?"
"Your grandfather own a golf course near his home, too."
"Really?" Rory asked with a small grin.
"Yup, and by extension that means that you own it, too."
"I own a golf course," Rory chirped with a full fledged grin. He laughed and pressed his lips to hers, warning her, "Now, don't get cocky Ace."
"I'm seeing your family in a matter of seconds," she reminded him, "my ego, if not already in check, will definitely be soon."
"They are going to love you," Logan insisted, to which Rory pointed out, "They didn't last time."
"Ace-"
"And that was when they were on their best behavior."
"You are my girlfriend, therefore they will be nice to you," Logan assured her, rubbing her shoulder.
"You do realize that you are thinking logically and your family is anything but logical, right?"
Logan sighed and replied, "Yes, I am well aware."
They proceeded to the door.
Honor opened it before they even got to the landing, her eyes brightening when she saw Rory.
"Oh, well look who it is," Honor said jovially, bounding towards her for a quick hug. "Rory, it is great to see you again."
"Thanks, Honor."
"You, though, are in deep trouble," Honor told Logan, jabbing her finger into his chest.
Logan sighed, "What did I do now?"
"You're late, that's what. You made me spend fifteen minutes alone with them."
"Where's that boy toy of yours?"
Honor rolled her eyes and replied, "Josh couldn't come this weekend."
Logan was about to say something but stopped just as his mouth opened, blinking rapidly. "Do I smell smoke?"
"Mom's smoking again," Honor affirmed, grinning slightly. "Our lovely neighbors asked about her parents."
Logan snickered, replying, "I love neighbors."
Rory gently nudged his hand, giving him an inquisitive look and he explained, "Mom is not from as genteel of a birth as we are, Ace."
"Her parents are down-right common," Honor interjected with feigned admonishment in her voice.
"But we love them, right Honor?"
"They are probably my favorite people in the word," she told her, bringing a hand to her heart as she turned to Logan. "Oh, remember the last time we saw them?"
"It was Thanksgiving and Mom decided to go through another vegetarian phase."
"Gram and Pops do not believe in vegetarians," Honor said stoutly.
"They insisted that Mom eat meat, telling her that the Bible itself says that humans should eat meat," Logan told Rory, chuckling at the memory. "They actually brought out their worn bible, opening up to the passage and reading it aloud."
"I'm guessing they are religious people?" Rory noted.
"Oh yes," Honor said, nodding slowly, "and Mom apparently is as well, at least whenever we visit."
"Her cross gets some action whenever we visit," Logan explained with a cheeky grin.
"Ah, I see."
"Logan, is that you?" Shira called from inside. She barreled out of the house, her eyes narrowing when she saw Rory. "Oh, you brought your little friend again."
"Girlfriend, Mom, girlfriend," Logan said.
"Yes, nice to see you again," Shira told Rory blandly before pulling her son into a hug and examining him thoroughly. "Logan, are you eating enough? You're looking a little skinny."
"Don't worry, Mom. I am eating."
"Eating and drinking," Honor called out from behind them, clamping him on his back. "Lots of eating and lots of drinking."
Logan laughed and assured his mother, "Don't worry Mom, I only drink the good stuff."
"Son, you're late as usual," Mitchum boomed, clapping his son of the back in a fatherly gesture. He turned his attention on Rory and told her, "It is nice to see you again, Rory. How are your grandparents?"
"They're good," Rory told him with a contained smile.
"Last time we talked Emily was picking out new drapes and now that is all Shira can talk about. Your grandmother is a dangerous influence, Rory."
She chuckled at the thought of her grandmother being dangerous in any sense of the word and replied, "I will make sure to warn her of that. I wouldn't want her to unknowingly be endangering others."
Mitchum's booming laughter filled the foyer and he told her, "You have a wit, Rory. That much is evident."
"So, Mom, how are Gram and Pop?" Logan asked, causing him to receive a scowl from Honor. Shira did not answer for a moment, regaining her composure.
"What in the world would make you ask that, Logan? Your grandparents are fine."
"They are old," Mitchum interjected. "We're all getting old."
"Nonsense," Logan muttered. "You don't look a day over forty."
"Ha, that was nearly humorous Logan," Mitchum announced with a grin. "Rory, you are a good influence on him."
"I'm learning," Logan retorted, giving Rory's hand a little squeeze.
"Alright, well, now that you are here we can go over to the Fitzgerald's," Shira said, her voice entirely business oriented.
"The Fitzgerald's?" Logan complained. "Are we really still going there?"
"It is tradition, Logan. We always go to the Fitzgerald's on our first night here."
"They're so boring," Logan lamented.
"They really are," Honor told Rory. "The high point of their conversations are when they say hello."
"They are just a bit dry," Shira reasoned. "I wouldn't go as far as calling them boring, though."
"She would think that," Logan mumbled under his breath. "She's toasted after the first ten minutes there."
Rory covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter as Honor whispered, "true story."
"Well, enough dawdling, let's go," Shira ordered, throwing on her coat and heading out the door.
"Please, lord, have there be alcohol there," Mitchum muttered as he followed his wife.
"You're family is amusing me today," Rory told Logan, wrapping her arm around his.
"Yes, they tend to do that at times."
"We better follow before Mom has a panic attack," Honor recommended, following her father.
Logan turned to Rory, catching her lips with his as she began to say something. She pulled away in surprise, asking, "What are you doing?"
"This will be a very long night," he explained. "I'm providing us with nice memories to help us get through it."
She paused for a moment and then grinned, pressing her lips to his again. Honor strode in after a few moments and laughed, telling them, "Disentangle yourselves, we have to visit are stiff as a board neighbors."
"Duty calls," Logan sighed, brushing his lips over Rory's hair. They moved out after Honor and made their way to the Fitzgerald's house. Rory looked around her with a smile playing on her lips and squeezed his hand as she said, "This place is freakily neat. Look at the lawns."
"People are fastidious about their lawns here, Ace."
The Fitzgerald's house came into view and she inhaled sharply, commenting, "And I thought your house was nice."
"You should see your grandparent's," Logan told her. "They win in terms of grandeur."
"Meaning I do by extension, right?" She asked with a grin.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head murmuring, "Yes, Ace, exactly."
They reached the foot of the stairs and the door swung open to reveal someone that Rory did not expect to see.
Or wanted to see.
Swallowing hard Rory said, "Tristan."
A/N: Duh duh duh!! I know, I love cliffhangers too much. Now, I know that this was short but this would have been WAY too long if I had it all in one and why have all the fun at once? Therefore, you will get the rest of Martha's Vineyard in the next chapter and believe me when I say that it is going to be full of drama...