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Chapter Eighteen: California

"California?" I had never imagined living so far from my mother. From home, from everything that was familiar to me. But then again would it be fun? Would it be a new adventure, something I would be able to endure, and in the end feel good about? Or would everything, all my hard work, blow up in my face because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time? But then again, I could be in the wrong place at the wrong time now. Maybe, being here wasn't where I needed to be, it was California.

"Yeah, Ace," he was obviously convinced it was a good idea.

"But, I mean, California, its so far away."

"What do you mean?" he looked disappointed, as if I had messed something up, hurt him somehow.

"Never mind," he'd done so much for me, so much that I maybe didn't deserve all of it.
"What are your thoughts?" I sat down in the chair and sighed.

"I guess," I paused "I mean, it would be amazing, it's just different. But I think it could be fun, and it would be nice to move somewhere else, to live somewhere I've never lived before." He smiled.

"Do you want to? I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to," again, he was putting me first, something I always would want, but sometimes have to ignore, because not everything is up to me.

"Lets do it. Move to California, something different, a whole new adventure," I was making myself more anxious to move by the second.

"Really?" I could see a glimmer come to his eyes, he smiled.

"But its not that simple," I stood back up and started pacing. I could feel his eyes watching me "I need to get a job, school's almost over so that will be good. Oh, do you think I could graduate first?" he nodded and I continued "we'll need some place to live, and probably some new furniture for the baby. Also, do you think we should have the wedding out there? 'Cause if we do it might be kind of expensive to fly everyone out. We could get married here before we move."

"But Ace," he said making me stop "didn't you want to wait to get married until the baby was born?"

"That was then, the circumstances seemed to have changed, though. So, we'll get married before we move then? When do we move exactly?"

"Well," he said pausing "I start work in ten weeks."

"Ten weeks?!" I shouted "well we have to get planning then!"

"What?" but I didn't stop talking. I couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, it wouldn't be right, it wouldn't make sense. I needed to get everything out, so I kept on rushing to tell him everything at ninety miles an hour.

"The wedding, silly. We need a place, your tux, my dress, shoes, flowers, guest list, invites, cake, food and a ton more!"

"Ace, just hold up a minute. Before you go all crazy with the wedding plans, you have a doctors appointment."

"Oh," I murmured looking at the clock "oh my god!" I had a half a hour, a half an hour to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and drive out there. "Dammit," I growled running towards the bathroom, "I'm going to shower."

* * *

"Hey," Logan said putting down People magazine as I walked towards him in the lobby. My face was blank, eyes staring forward, lips pressed tightly together. "What's wrong?" How was I supposed to tell him? Would he be happy? Sad? Angry? Confused? How would he react, would he react like I did? Would everything change?

"Rory," he forced me to look at him by putting his hands on my shoulders. "What is it?" a line formed between his eye brows, but I couldn't speak, there where no words left inside me. It was like the world froze and everyone was staring at me, I had messed up or something. I was alone.

"Logan," I finally got myself to speak, but my voice was high pitched and squeaky.

"I'm here Rory, what is it?" He seemed panicked, like he thought something was wrong, well, of course it was wrong, it was all wrong, but would that also make it all a mistake?

"Logan, its gone."

"Gone?" He giggled a little bit, "What does that mean; gone?"

"Dead," I whispered my eyes tearing up "the baby, its dead."