So I messed up when I posted this the first time, so this is the correct version!
"I can't believe you take the subway." "Careful. Don't tell Mitchum, he would have a fit." Logan joked as they walked up to his apartment, only three stops from Rory's. "Oh I actually have your dad on speed dial, I'll let him know of all of your un-Huntzberger like activities." "Ha-ha. So please don't make fun of me, because my apartment is an absolute mess right now. We're talking boxes everywhere." Logan says, attempting to defend himself before they walked into the room. "Okay I won't." Rory said, laughing a bit at Logan's serious tone.
"Jeez Huntzberger, do you have enough stuff?" "What happened to no making fun of?" "I'm not making fun! I'm honestly astonished, yet amazed at how much stuff you have. Good lord Logan." Rory said, looking around the apartment at the stacks of boxes, then giving a wide-eyed look over to Logan. "I don't know the stuff kind of just cumulated I guess. There was my room at home, then my dorm at Yale, then my apartment in London, the apartment in New Haven, the first apartment here, the house in California, the other apartment in London, and now the apartment here I just kept having to buy stuff that was left in other places." Logan said, moving a box so he could sit down on the couch.
Rory follows him to the couch, which sounded like an easy task, but if you didn't know the situation, you would think that Logan set it up to be an impossible obstacle course. But, she finally made it through the boxes, and sat down on the couch. As if on cue, Logan lifts his arm up to invite Rory to sit closer, and she obliges without thought, allows Logan to wrap his arm around her. "I missed you. And this." Rory says, looking up at Logan, who gives her a soft smile, gazing into her startling blue eyes. "Me too." He says, moving her hair from out of her face and kissing her forehead. It felt so normal and right. Like this was what was supposed to be happening right now. She wanted to savor every moment of this feeling of security and warmth while it was here.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Logan sighs deeply and starts to get up. "You need to call your mom." He says, trying to move his arm from around Rory. "Yeah and for me to do that you can't move." Rory replies, tugging on Logan's arm to make him stay. "Okay, okay I will stay for moral support." Logan replies, shaking his head at Rory's amusing behavior, but although he wouldn't admit it, he wanted to move from behind Rory about as much as she did. As a response, Rory nods her head a single time. "Good answer, mister."
Reaching to the box where her phone was, Rory takes a deep breath. "It's going to be okay. She loves you, and if she thinks this is what you want to do, then she'll go with it." Logan says, sensing Rory's nerves. "I don't know why I'm nervous. I mean this is my mom for god's sake, I know how to talk to her. She's my best friend and I shouldn't be scared to tell her that I'm back with you, especially because it's what I want to do." Rory says, holding the phone tightly with both hands. "You've got this, Ace. Your mom isn't going to be mad at you or anything. Just call her and tell her all the things you told me earlier, you know the part that you forgot I was there for, and she will understand, I know she will." Logan says, reassuring Rory, who has opened her mom's contact on her phone. "Okay. Let's do this." She says, pressing the call button.
"Hey kid, what's up?" "Hey mom. Nothing much, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Miles away in Stars Hollow, Connecticut, Lorelai Gilmore hears Rory's timid voice, and is immediately concerned. Grabbing Michel's arm and making him deal with the issue at hand, she goes to a quiet corner of the inn to hear her daughter out. "Are you okay, hon?" Lorelai asks, expressing her concern. "I'm good, mom. I just have something to tell you and I don't know how you're going to react." "Okay well. Shoot. I promise I'll still love you when you're done." Lorelai says, breathing a sigh of relief to hear that Rory was okay, but intrigued about what she had to say. Over the line, she can hear Rory take a deep sigh, and there's a muffled voice in the background, followed by a shush, which Lorelai can assume is Rory.
"Rory, are you with someone right now?" "Don't worry about that-" "Rory who are you with?" "I'm getting there." Okay well, that makes her a little concerned. "So you know how last night I went out to dinner with Logan?" "Yes I remember. By the way, I would like some more details other than that synopsis." "Yeah I'll tell you more. But, so Logan and I talked and it looks like he's going to be in New York for a while now, and we both realized we really missed each other-" "Cut to the chase kid." "Logan and I are back together." "Rory." "Mom, I'm still in love with him. Despite all the pain and heartache, he caused, I'm still in love with him." Rory says, trying not to look at the remorseful look on Logan's face. "I don't know what to tell you, hon, because you're an adult and it's not like Dean or Jess. I have to let you love who you want to love, and I'm going to try really hard to do that." Lorelai says, and Rory smiles, accepting her mom's statements. "Okay. Thank you. One more thing." "What's that?" "Would it be okay if Logan spent Christmas with us? His dad is going off somewhere, his mom is checked into some spa, and his sister is spending it with her husband's family." Rory says, hoping her mom is on board. "Yeah sure. Just warn him." "What do I need to warn him about?" Rory asks, and her and Logan both laugh and Logan mouths 'what?' at her. "Taylor, the amount of food we'll be eating, Emily, oh and Taylor." Lorelai says. "Okay hon I have to go. I left Michel with a family that has three kids." "Ouch." "You've got that right, sister. Well thank you for calling and letting me know, I appreciate it. I love you." "I love you too, mom." "Bye, kid." Lorelai finishes, and Rory hits the end call button on her phone and drops her head onto Logan's chest.
"You did it and she didn't sound mad." Logan says, rubbing Rory's arm. Rory sits up, but leans in closer to Logan. "She wasn't mad. She just told me that I'm an adult so she didn't really have control over my relationship and she didn't know what to tell me since you weren't…" "weren't what?" "this relationship is nothing and was nothing like my last ones. It was so much more grown-up. My mom wasn't involved at all, as where with Dean and Jess, she voiced her opinion to me and she could stop them from seeing me, since I was a lot younger." Rory says, feeling bad for bringing up her previous boyfriends in front of her current one. "Well, I think that shows that she trusts you." Logan says, trying to reassure Rory that this was a good decision.
"By the way, what do you have to warn me about?" "Oh that. She wanted me to warn you about Taylor, the food we'll be eating, as well as Emily Gilmore. We Gilmores spread ourselves thin for holidays, but things will be a lot easier now that Luke lives in my house." Rory says, explaining, then thinking out loud. "Why does your mom think she needs to warn me about these things? I think Taylor is my favorite person in this town of yours," "yeah maybe don't bring that up." "Could you let me finish? But, Emily loves me, and I think the food warning is about five years too late." Logan says laughing. "Both of those statements are true, you are correct. But seriously, maybe don't tell Luke or my mom that Taylor is your favorite person in Stars Hollow." "Well, I guess he would be my second favorite, maybe even third." "Why's that?" "Well, I think you are required to be my number one." Rory nods her head. "This is true, I think the girlfriend does have to be a priority." "And plus, I do really like your mom." "Well she will be thrilled to hear that she placed above Taylor in your list." "I'm glad. Now are you going to help me unpack?"
"Yeah. Let's get rid of these boxes as quickly as possible please. It's beginning to look like Stars Hollow when Taylor made that hay bale mazes, expect, you know, boxes." Rory says, hitting Logan's chest lightly before standing up. "Hey that hay bale maze was pretty cool." "It was but I don't think comparing your current apartment set up to it should be considered a compliment." "You're probably right." Logan says, reaching his hand up to Rory. Grabbing it, she pulls him off the couch and onto his feet. "Where do you want to start?" She asks, looking around the crowded space. "Well first, I would like to do this, and then we can start on the dishes." Logan says, leaning down to kiss Rory. "Sounds like a plan to me." Rory replies, kissing Logan once more.
"So where would the said dishes box be?" Rory asks, beginning to look at the descriptions written on the boxes. "It should be in the kitchen." Logan replies, doing the same. "Well that makes sense." "I thought so." "So how did you even get all these boxes up here?" Rory asks, beginning to sift through the boxes near the kitchen area. "I mailed them from London, then gave the bell boy downstairs an enormous tip, plus the building has a cart that you can use to carry stuff like this upstairs." Logan explains, also making his way towards the kitchen.
"Logan?" "Yeah?" Logan appears from behind a stack of boxes and sees Rory sitting on the floor with a medium-sized box in front of her. "This box is labeled Rory. What does that mean?" Rory asks, a little concerned. Logan walks over to her and sits down beside her on the hardwood floor. "When we broke up, it was really abrupt, and I still had some of your stuff in my apartment, and I guess your stuff kind of cumulated, like all this stuff." He says gesturing to the scenery of boxes. "From the apartment by Yale, in New York, I think there might be something from our Christmas trip in London, and maybe even from my dorm at Yale. I had planned to give it to you, but I never got to it." "Okay. So, what kind of stuff are we talking?" Rory asks, looking again at the box labeled with blue sharpie. "I don't know, mostly books, maybe some of my shirts you claimed" "you could have kept those." "That's true, but they just reminded me of you, so I just put them in a box and the box went from Connecticut to California to London and now it's here on my kitchen floor." "Wow." "Do you want to open it?" "Sure." "Okay." Logan gets up and grabs the scissors from off the counter and cuts the box down the middle.
Logan was right, the box was almost all full of books, with a few sweaters laying on the top. "This was always my favorite sweatshirt of yours." Rory says, grabbing the grey Yale sweatshirt that was right on top. "I honestly think I wore that twice and then you stole it." "Okay, but they don't sell this kind anymore and they're really soft!" Rory exclaims, and immediately puts the sweatshirt on. "I remember why I let you keep that." Logan says, looking at Rory with the loving look he always had on when he was looking at her. "And why's that?" Rory asks, turning her head to look straight at Logan and smile. "Because you look a lot cuter than I do in it." "Well I thought that was a given." "Hmm, is it?" Logan asks, unable to withstand the urge to kiss her.
At the bottom of the box, there's a crumpled union jack from Logan's goodbye party. "I didn't know you took this with you." Rory says, grabbing the small flag from the bottom of the box. "Yeah, well it was an amazing party and it was a nice keepsake that reminds me of you." Logan responds, pushing a piece of hair out of Rory's face. "Well in that case." Rory says, looking at him, then back at the box. At the bottom, there's a crumpled play bill from the play they saw at Yale, a fake police ID from when Logan barged in on Rory's class, and a small blue velvet box.
"Logan-" "Can we just ignore the fact that that's still there?" Logan asks, rubbing the back of his neck. "No. I don't think we can. Why is this in my box?" Rory asks, turning her head to look Logan in the eyes again. "Well it was for you, and I don't have any intention on giving it to anyone else, so I put it in here." "Okay." "Rory, while I have no intention of giving the ring I bought you to anyone else, I also have no intent of giving you the ring I bought you until we're both ready. Okay?" "Honestly, I forgot it was in there. I'm sorry." "It's okay." "You're starting to say that word too many times and it doesn't even sound like a word anymore." Logan says and wraps his arm around Rory. "I'm sorry." Rory doesn't respond, but she lets her head fall onto Logan's shoulder. "Are we still good?" Logan can feel Rory's head nods, but the heavy feeling remained.
"I can't believe you kept all this stuff." Rory says without moving her head. "Yeah it's pretty lame, but I like it." Logan says, enjoying the feeling of Rory's weight against him, but still regretting putting the ring in the Rory box. 'It's not lame, it's cute." "So do you want the stuff in these boxes?" "Do you mind keeping it here? My bookshelf at my apartment definitely isn't big enough for these and my drawers are already stuffed. I can bring it home to Stars Hollow when we go, but I wouldn't mind if this stuff was here." Rory says, lifting her head off Logan's shoulder and standing up. "So should we get back to our previous mission of unpacking dishes?" Rory asks once they're both standing and Logan has put the Rory box in his room. "Yeah probably." "Can we eat lunch first?" "Of course." Logan responded, kissing Rory's temple.