NOT KNOWING WHY
They had been doing this casual dating thing, for a little over a month now. He hadn't been seeing anyone else, even though he could. And he had a pretty good idea that she wasn't seeing anyone, besides him, either.
He was having a bad night, and he decided he wanted to go see her. He walked to her dorm running his fingers through his hair in confusion. Logan Huntzberger didn't go to girls, they cam to him! He pondered this thought the whole distance to her dorm. He almost knocked on the door but decided against it. He didn't want to go through Paris; he knew Paris wasn't going to be much help tonight.
He remembered some of the times he had climbed in through a window in her room. That was definitely an option, a more romantic one at that. Wait romantic, since when do I care about romance. Squinting his eyes and shaking his head at the thought, he traveled around the building.
He had just reached her window when his face suddenly dropped and his heart seemed to plunge to his stomach. There she was, in her room, with another guy. He closed his eyes and sank down to a sitting position, his head only centimeters from the window. His breathing increased rapidly and he almost began to weep. Almost.
Building up the strength to look in the window, he got up and slightly peeked his eyes over the edge. His eyes were just over enough to see, but not enough to be seen.
This slime ball had his over sized hand over, Rory's. She didn't seem to be pulling away. This guy who had his hands all over his Ace- wait his Ace where did that come from? - was disgusting. Rory said something to make this man laugh, and his smile, nearly made Logan vomit. His hair was like a black wade of grease, that Logan wasn't even sure it was real. Logan chuckled at this consideration. Both Rory and her date turned to the window.
Immediately Logan ducked for cover not wanting to be seen. What did Rory see in that guy? He wasn't nearly as cute or good looking as himself. Logan sighed, and turned back to study this picture again.
Logan propped him self up and wanted to punch and kick his way through the window when he saw it. But instead he ran his fingers through his hair furiously. They were going to kiss! What was he going to do!?!? Just at that second, right before their lips touched, Logan's cell phone went off. He nearly danced at this interruption, but realized Rory moving closer to the window.
And like that he took off and hid behind a nearby tree. His breathing was off the charts and his heart beat was going a mile a minute.
Rory opened the window and called out, "Hello is anyone there?" To Logan that sounded, somewhat, like a plea.
Logan didn't answer and waited until she closed the window, which took her long enough, to come out of hiding. He started to walk back around to the front of the building where he found the horrid man Rory had been with, exiting her dorm room. Logan let out a sigh and a huge smile curled up his lips.
What was wrong with him? Why had he cared? What was she doing to him? He started to sound like her with all of those questions. He ran his fingers through his hair yet again and started walking back to his room.
Logan unlocked his dorm room, and slammed the door shut making the glass of alcohol Finn had ripple. Logan threw himself on the couch and scrunched his brow contemplating the events of the night.
"What's wrong with you, mate," Finn asked plopping down beside him, spilling a slight bit of his drink.
"Nothing's wrong and nothing should be wrong," Logan hissed.
Colin walked out of the bathroom, took one look at Logan and asked, "What's wrong with Huntz?"
"Nothing's wrong and nothing should be wrong," Finn mocked.
Logan sighed and rubbed his face vigorously. Colin and Finn squinted at him. They knew something was wrong.
Finn patted Logan on the back and handed him a shot. Logan swiped the glass and chugged it down making no other facial expression.
Colin had been studying his best friend. He was stunned by how Logan was acting. Colin was pretty sure that there was no problem with Logan's family. If there was Huntz would have had twenty more shots by now. It definitely wasn't about school. Logan never ever got all worked up over school. It was like a rule for the three of them: don't care about school. Yes, that rule was right next to the one saying don't fall for a girl. It wasn't a girl. No. Logan never had feelings for any of the girls he was out with. Except for one particular girl. Then it hit him.
He asked, "So how are things with Gilmore?"
Logan stopped dead, in mid shot. Knowing that he had struck a nerve, Colin continued, "Yea how have you two been doing?"
Logan turned to him staring at him, with that Gilmore death stare Rory had taught him. Her stare always had more effect over people than his did. Sighing, Logan said in the most nonchalant voice he could manage, when talking about her, "Who cares? It's not like were boyfriend and girlfriend." He shivered at the thought of 'who cares'. Logan took another shot and stopped again. He thought about how great it would be to be her boyfriend. Then he shook his head and reminded himself that he would be putting his heart on the line.
Finn, finally, caught on and carried the matter farther, "Oh, come on Logan we all know you like her as more than a 'bed buddy.'"
Logan cringed at the phrase and almost slapped Finn for calling her that. Colin and Finn were right he did like her as more than a 'bed buddy', as Finn had so gracefully put it.. He has tried to deny it ever since he met her that day with the bartender. He never has feelings for a girl. No. He doesn't have feelings for a girl. But in all reality, he does.
"No, no I don't," Logan lied trying to reassure everyone.
"Yes, yes you do," Colin and Finn said in unison.
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
Not wanting to get in an immature argument, Logan stood up and wobbled over to his room. Logan striped down to his boxers and collapsed onto his silk sheets. Just before drifting to a dream world he yelled, "FINN! What were in those drinks?" Finn chuckled and Logan dazed off.
MEANWHILE
After seeing her date out the door, Rory let out a huge gust of air.
Paris emerged from her room and immediately questioned about Rory's date.
Rory sat with Paris and spilled everything, "His name was Mario….."
Paris interrupted, "Like the game?"
Rory laughed, "……that's what I said. Anyway, he said he was really into books, and wanted to see my collection,….in my room….."
"He is such a guy!"
"Yea, I know. He went directly to my bed and I sat down next to him. Apparently, I wasn't close enough and he moved towards me. He put his hand on top of mine and I swear. I was really uncomfortable, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. I heard something outside which gave me an excuse to take my hand away and look over to the window. He was all sweaty and really disgusting. His hair was like a grease ball and I'm not even sure if it was real!"
Paris just sat there and said nothing, mouth wide open and her jaw to the floor.
"That isn't even the worst part in the matter. As soon as I turned back to him he was reaching in to kiss me!, Some body up there is looking out for me though, because there was this music outside, like a cell phone or something, so I jumped up, faster than a speeding bullet, and searched outside my window. I took way more time then needed at the window dreading going back over to him. I closed it after a good couple minutes and returned to Mario. I fibbed, and told him it was getting late and he had better go so I can make my classes tomorrow morning."
"So I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you're not going out with him again."
"You, guess correctly. So how was your date with Doyle last night?"
"Well we weren't at the restaurant very long," Paris started, "we came back here and you weren't home so Doyle took off his shirt and-"
"STOP!" Rory screamed, she brought this on herself, "I'd rather not hear about the sexual parts of the evening!"
Paris jumped up and yelled, "Why can't you just be happy for me?!" Paris stormed out, but before closing the door she informed Rory that she was going to Doyle's and left. Rory was quite happy that Paris had left to go 'do it', instead of talking about it with her. Rory shivered at the image.
Logan had finally, woken up out of his slumber. He had already missed two of his classes and didn't feel like going to the others, so he stayed home thinking up a way to tell her how he really felt. He wanted to tell her how he wanted their relationship to be. How he wanted strings. He was drawing a blank. Maybe he was trying to hard. The he started to become paranoid. Did he really want this? "Yes you want this, don't back down now," he told himself. What if she hated him after he told her? What if she didn't feel the
same way? What if she never talked to him again?
Logan laid there trying to think of 'What If she does', but all he could think of was 'What if she doesn't?'