A/N: A Gilmore Girls fic? It's been so long! Yes, yes, I know. But I've had parts of this written forever and I've never really gotten around to typing it up until now. Anyways, this is a very, very short prologue. I already have the next chapter and it's a good ten pages, this is just a preview to get you interested! Review!

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"Logan!" twenty-three year old Rory Gilmore called walking into the apartment.

"In here Ace!" she heard him shout from the study.

She walked in to find him typing away on his laptop, a mug of coffee next to him.

"Have you even moved since I left a few hours ago?"

He shrugged. "I don't think so."

"Logan! You have to get up!"

"How come?"

"Because I want to talk to you."

He sighed, knowing his alone time was over. Luckily, though, he didn't mind the disturbance. He closed the computer and pulled her into his lap, letting her know she had his full attention.

She smiled. "Okay, so, as you know, a very important event is this weekend."

"Arbor Day?"

"Haha; Your birthday, silly."

He faked surprise. "Really? I completely forgot."

She laughed. "Anyway, I have the whole thing planned out. First we have a nice, quiet brunch with your parents."

"My very favorite people on earth."

"Then, we go for a round of golf-"

"Your personal favorite."

"After that we go curtain shopping and then we end the day with a glass of warm milk and bed."

"Sounds amazing." They both paused for a minute before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Curtain shopping, Ace? Are you trying to kill me?"

"How else will I get your money?" she asked airily.



"Har-de-har. Seriously, what are we doing?"

"Well, I really wanted to throw you a party here, a massive one. But you're turning twenty-five, Logan! It's a big birthday! A quarter of century! So I decided for this birthday you deserved something big."

"Meaning…."

"Meaning you, me, and a few of your friends are going to Vegas for a long weekend."

Logan's eyes widened. "Really?"

Rory nodded. "Yep. You, me, Colin, Finn, Juliet, Rosemary, Stephanie and Robert. We leave tomorrow morning on Finn's jet, stay tomorrow, Friday, Saturday, and leave Sunday evening."

"Are you serious?"

"I already took vacation off from work and I called your work earlier. I told them your Auntie Mildred had passed away."

"Dear, dear Aunt Millie."

"Ah yes. She will be missed."

Logan laughed. "So basically I get to…"

"Be stupid, waste your money gambling, and spend four days getting drunk. Yes." She confirmed.

"And you will…"

"Be right there behind you, just as drunk."

He gasped. "You? Hard liquor?"

"Hey, you never saw me at the grand opening of the Stars Hollow Museum a few years back. I was literally punch drunk. And after our fight at Honor's wedding I went all out. Anyway, the point is you'll be drunk as hell and it's no fun being sober alone, so I'm packing the aspirin, stocking up on tacos, and getting wasted."

"All for little ol' me?"

"Yeah. I guess I kind of love you."

Logan looked at her, suddenly very serious.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing's wrong. I just… really love you. You know that?"

She nodded. "I know, Logan. I love you too."



"I just really love you." He said again.

"I really love you too. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure." He smiled.

Rory returned the smile, deciding to leave it for now. He'd tell her when he was ready.

"Okay then. Let's go pack."

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Okay, so I realize that was probably one of the shortest prologues in history, but the rest of the chapters are pretty long. Review please! The more reviews the quicker I update!