"Tell Her You Love Her"
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, if I did Rory would've said yes to Logan, end of story
Rory was tired. Always tired. She came back to Stars Hallow after following Obama on the campaign trail and spent her days sleeping, drinking coffee, and avoiding all association with anyone, including her mother.
Lorelai knew why her daughter was being elusive. Him. Logan. Rory knew she wasn't ready to get married right now, but she wanted to marry him in the future. He couldn't wait. He wanted her now or never. It destroyed Rory. But she went on the campaign trail anyway, staying on a bus and seedy motels every night. Lorelai hoped Rory could get her mind off of Logan, but it was to no avail. Rory came back shut out and dark. Like she was behind a veil, Lorelai could see her but couldn't get to her. Couldn't get her to open up.
It was late, 10:00, Rory was laying in her bed staring at the ceiling, clutching her phone to her chest. She pressed the OK button every few minutes to light up the screen. It was locked on a contact page, Logan's contact page, his number was highlighted.
"Ring, damn you, ring!" she silently ordered to the phone. But then she thought, do you really want him to call you? What if he yells? Then she thought of what would be worse, What if he doesn't say anything at all?
Rory sighed, she rolled onto her side, she felt a tear slide down her face.
Why did I say no? I could've said yes, I DO want to marry him. I could've just arranged for the wedding to be after I got back from traveling. I feel so stupid for letting him walk away.
Slowly sleep claimed her.
Logan stood on his front porch, a beer in one hand, in the other his cell phone highlighting her name.
Rory. He thought about how every day since she said no his life was living hell. And now every night he stood on his front porch, drinking a beer and staring at her number. Tempted as hell to call her and apologize and beg for her to come back into his life. Logan Huntzberger, playboy extraordinaire, would willingly get down on his knees and beg her to come back. But she didn't want him. She said no. She plainly said she didn't want to be with him. So he left, what else was he going to do?
You could've waited, like she wanted. It didn't have to be a now or never thing. His brain told him.
Shut up. He said back, he didn't want to think about what he should've done, he didn't want to admit that he didn't do all he could to get her back. He should have. He felt his phone vibrate before the screen changed, showing he received a text message from his business associate, Marco.
Meet me at the Tengo Room in five. We could possibly have a business deal settled by tonight.
Alright. Business deal from who?
This up and coming magazine, I'll tell u more when u get here.
Logan grabbed a tie, buttoned up the cuffs of his shirt and walked to his car.
I have to get her back somehow. I will get her back.
Logan pulled out his phone, got online and arranged to fly back home to Connecticut on Thursday. Marco had better be prepared to take care of the company for a few weeks.
Lorelai slowly opened the door to Rory's bedroom. The moonlight came in through the window and illuminated the tear streaks on her face. It killed Lorelai to see her like that. She sighed and closed the door.
Once in her own bedroom she pulled out her phone.
"Hello? Lorelai? What's wrong?" Luke answered on the first ring.
"convince me not to do it, Luke, tell me calling her is a bad idea."
"Fine, calling her is a bad idea, don't do it. Can I go to bed now?"
"It's just, Rory isn't the same, without…"
"Lorelai, do what you think is best. Call her, whoever she is, if that's what you think will help Rory."
"Thanks Luke, Oh and by the way… I had a nice time at dinner tonight…"
"Me too Lorelai, goodnight."
"Goodnight. Oh and Luke?"
"I love you"
"Right back at ya."
Lorelai smiled at her phone and scrolled through her numbers and took a deep breath before:
"Hello?" the slightly haughty voice on the other line answered.
"hey, mom…look I-"
"Lorelai, really? Do you know how late it is, I was just about to go to bed, your father and I are in our night clothes and-"
"Mom. Stop. Don't go any further with that statement. Look I know it's late, I know, it's just…It's Rory and"
"Rory what's wrong with Rory? Is she alright? Is she in the hospital? Was it from your lack of decent food?"
"MOM! Just shut up and listen! I'm concerned about Rory, she came home from the campaign trail and she will hardly talk, all she does is sleep and eat and drink coffee. Mom, I can't believe I'm saying this, I need your help to get her back with Logan, anyway you can."
"I'll call Shira in the morning and invite the family over for a Friday night dinner in the near future. I'll make sure Logan knows he's invited and expected there. How's that sound?"
"Absolutely perfect. Thank you, so so much mom."
"Lorelai, I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for Rory." Lorelai hung up while her mother was babbling away about adorable babies with blond hair and blue eyes, or brown hair and brown eyes, or something like that. All Lorelai needed to know was when and make sure Rory looked her best.