I don't own Gilmore Girls.

"Well, well, if it isn't New Haven's favorite whorehound." Paris sneered as soon as she answered the door.

"Is Rory here?" Logan was almost pleading with Paris, hoping Rory

"Yes."

"Can I talk to her?"

"No. You can talk to me." Paris opened the door so Logan could just see his blue eyed girl behind her. "What do you want to talk about? Life? Love? Common symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases?"

"It's alright Paris," Rory came up behind the almost homicidal blond "I'd to speak with Logan"

"Rory, I really don't think thats a goo-"

"Goodnight, Paris. Let's go for a walk, Logan." Paris looked as though she was about to slap Logan, who could only smirk in return. That's right Paris, He thought I win.

As they walked through one New Haven's parks Logan was trying to come up with his speech he was planning to give Rory. I'm sorry. I love you. I need you. Come home. Suddenly Rory dropped down onto a park bench. Wrapping her thin grey sweater around herself, wishing she had said lets sit in the kitchen instead of go for a walk. Logan took a deep breath.

"Rory, you need to listen,"

"No Logan. You need to listen. I am well aware that you think what happend with Honor's friends is okay but, it's not. It hurt me. It hurt me more than I knew I could be hurt. You let me fall so hard for you and then just dropped me. I thought you were diffrent now. I thought you wouldn't do this again. Do this to me. I couldn't even think of not being with you. But now, now I'm not so sure. Why? " Rory started to cry and pushed Logan away when he went to hold her. He waited a few moments before lightly resting his hand on her shoulder, hating himself for the fact that she when this upset over him.

"Ace, I love you." He tried lamely.

"That work this time, Logan. I want a real reason."

"Rory. I love you so more than anything. And that scares me shitless. I did what I did to try and stop that. I have never wanted to be with someone as long as I have been with you. So I did what I always do. I ran. And that was so increadably stupid of me. Babe," Logan paused for a breath, thankfull she had stopped crying. The word 'babe' made her lift her head. He only ever called that unless he was compleatly passionate about somthing, in this case her. "I love you and I am so sorry. I need you to come home."

"I love you too, Logan. But I'm not sure about coming home yet."

"I will try as hard as I can. By the end of the week I promise you'll be home."

Tada! My first story with substance. Sorta. Review and I will continue?