A/N: I'm sooo sorry guys! I was extremely busy towards the end of the school year, I had to retype everything my cousin deleted and I've been gone all this summer so far. So I really am sorry. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Its like a part 1 kind of deal. I still have to finish the part 2 of the chapter, but I'm giving you as much as I can!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. If I did, season 7 would have ended better. :)

(Rory's point of view)

Blah. I felt like I was waking up too early. Hmm. I don't remember walking up here last night. I rolled over to look at the clock. There was a yellow post-it note covering the time. I peeled it off and read it:

Ace,

I had to run an errand, I should be back around 11. There is food from Luke's Diner (and coffee) in the fridge, it just needs to be microwaved. I'll see you soon,

-Logan

That was nice of him, getting me food. I looked back over at the clock. Ugh. 9:51 a.m. I rolled out of bed and walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to find four cups of coffee and a container of food. I put the coffee in the microwave first and then the food. Ah, glorious food. It was delicious. After I was done, I walked back upstairs and into my mom's bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I pulled out her curling iron and make up bag; I redid my hair and my face.

"There, I look exceptional," I muttered to myself. I looked back over at the clock. 10:49! Logan was coming home soon. I decided to preoccupy myself with looking for things that would entertain Mom at the hospital. I decided that Jane Austen would do for books as I took them from the bookshelf. Now, for CDs. I grabbed our old CD player and checked to see what was inside: Barry Manilow. I heard the familiar sound of a car driving on the loose gravel. I put the things down on the little desk and ran over to the window. Sure enough, it was a flashy silver Porsche. I watched Logan head over to the trunk. I shook my head. Okay, yes, I liked him, but I couldn't show that! I went back over to the box of Cd's. I grabbed another Barry Manilow along with Jimmy Buffet, U2, and Celine Dion. The door clicked open, and I had to keep myself from smiling...

(Logan's point of view)

"Morning, Ace," I grinned, setting the two suitcases down by me in the living room.

"Hello Logan," She smiled back at me.

"I brought fresh clothes," I told her, eyeing the luggage.

"All the way from Yale?" She asked, astonished.

"Yep, Paris was so kind as to pack for you."

"Thanks, so much," She looked at me straight in the eye.

"My pleasure, Ace. So what have you been up to?"

"Well, I'm trying to find my mom things to do at the hospital. I have some books she'll like and I have a few cds, but I can't find the Go-Gos or the Bangles. But I think I know where to find them," She headed for the bathroom to go and change into something clean. She came out wearing a royal blue sweater with a lacy camisole underneath and dark blue jeans. She proceeded for the stairs and I followed her.

We walked into Lorelai's room, and Rory's phone began to ring. She opened it and hit the speaker phone.

"Hello?" She asked, crawling under the bed. I stared.

"Gilmore, how's your mom?" Paris asked.

"I think she's doing okay. I haven't seen her yet...Jimmy Choo's! I'm borrowing these..."She murmured.

"So you're there with Huntzberger?" She asked blandly.

"Yep."

"Ugh. I hate him," She grumbled.

"Love you too, Paris," I said dryly. Rory snickered.

"Damn it Gilmore! Am I on speaker phone?" She demanded.

"Yes, because I am currently under my mom's bed looking for two CDs. Oh look! I found the Bangles!" Rory sounded excited.

"Hey, Ace I think I found the Go-Gos," I said, looking on Lorelai's dresser.

"Oh perfect! Um. I think I'm stuck. Paris I'll call you in fifteen minutes, I promise."

"Okay, Bye," Paris muttered and hung up.

" You're stuck?" I asked her, amused.

"Yes, I'm stuck. Can you lift up the mattress?" She responded.

"I think so," I walked over to the bed and pushed the mattress up so it was standing up straight. I leaned over by Rory to find out what happened. There was a nail sticking out of the floor, and it caught on her belt loop. I pulled the nail out and offered a hand to help Ace back up on her feet. Another blush creeped up on her cheeks as she took my hand.

"Are we ready to go?" She asked quietly, grabbing the Go-Gos CD on the dresser. I put the mattress back in place.

"Sure," I nodded. We walked down the stairs and I grabbed everything else that she was planning to bring with her. I watched her open her phone to call Paris back. We put everything in the car and got in.

I'd really like to dedicate this chapter to Meg-Breanne. She's pretty much the only reason that this chapter is up. ^^; Also, I'd like some reviews, pretty please? Tell me how much you hate/love this story, and I'd really like a good laugh. So you should put something amusing in the review too!