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Chapter Four: Dance Dance...Part Two
"One more picture!" Lorelei begged, raising the camera to eye level.
"Mom, I need to go!" Rory groaned, quickly smiling for the obnoxiously bright flashing camera.
"I must say Rory, you look very nice. Who are you all primped for?"
"It's a dance, you're supposed to look nice,"
"Not necessarily, you look overly primped today. I mean, you curled your hair,"
"I always curl my hair," Rory said dryly, her hand unconsciously gravitating towards her hair.
"Once, you curled your hair once, and that was only after I chased you around the house with the curling iron threatening to burn you unless you used it," Rory rolled her eyes, picking up her purse.
"Bye Mom,"
"Bye sweetie, remember, when you bounce and fall, your curls bounce and fall,"
"Okay, refrain from bouncing, got it. Bye Mom!"
When Logan arrived at the dance he had every reason in the world to be happy. First of all he was going to a dance with amazing gourmet food and a punch that was sure to be spiked, and spiked heavily if it was up to him. Second of all, him and Madeline had just made out the entire drive to Chilton. However, he couldn't help but feel he was with the wrong person. All he could think about was Rory, and the minute he saw her he forgot all about Madeline and the backseat of the limo driver's car.
"Hey Rory," She smiled at him, but he could sense something beneath the grin. He felt a nervous energy much like his own, it was carefully concealed, but just enough was exposed.
"Logan, let's go get a table," Madeline said, her arms wrapping around his. He disentangled himself from her and shifted away from her clingy touch.
"You can go get a table Madeline, I'll be right in," Madeline nodded, walking into the dance hall. He turned to Rory, wanting more than anything to understand her. He couldn't figure her out, and it bothered him more than he thought could.
"Are you okay Rory? You look...different," She looked up at him, her blue eyes dull and dark.
"I'm fine,"
"So, are you here with someone?"
"I'm-"
"She's here with me," Tristan said, suddenly appearing next to Rory. He draped his arm around her slim shoulders but she quickly pushed him off.
"Friends Tristan, friends," Rory snapped, annoyance dripping from her voice. Tristan smiled at her and then looked at Logan.
"So, Huntz, how are you?"
"Fine,"
"How's Finn and Colin?"
"Fine," Tristan smirked at this remark, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Do you know any other word besides fine?"
"Yeah, but I'd rather not waste them on you. Bye Rory," Logan walked away, hating that they girl waiting for him was Madeline and not Rory.
Paris sat with Rory, watching the large group of Chilton kids dancing to the newest Killers song. The heavy beat of the song pulsated through the room, each girl and boy feeling it in their body.
"I thought these were smart and respectable people," Paris said.
"They are,"
"Look how they're dancing," Paris remarked, gesturing to a couple who was doing more groping than dancing.
"Okay, that's maybe taking it a little too far, but it is a dance. This is where everyone is supposed to let their hair down and be loose,"
"Well, they're definitely being loose," Paris paused, looking at the couple again, "wanna know the grossest thing?" Paris asked, taking a sip of her drink.
"What?"
"I think that the gropers are cousins," Rory shuddered, swallowing hard.
"I am scarred for life,"
"Why are you scarred for life?" Logan asked, sitting next to Rory. She gestured to the couple who had now started doing a little more than groping.
"Groping cousins," Logan winced, regretting asking the question.
"Where's Dugrey?" He asked, changing the topic. Rory smiled, pointing to Tristan who was "busy" on the dance floor.
"What happened?"
"Well, after the third time I refused to make out with him, I think he finally realized that I didn't want him,"
"He's a jerk,"
"Yeah, he kind of is," Just then a slow song came on, he smiled, extending his hand to Rory. She took it, holding back her smile which was threatening to break through. They walked to the dance floor and Logan put his arms around her waist. She took a deep breath and then draped her arms around his neck, his skin felt warm against her hands. They began to dance slowly and she felt her stomach drop, like when you slip or jump off the high dive. Little did she know that his stomach was dropping too.
"Why are you here with Tristan?" Logan asked, his voice was even but she could hear a hint of disappointment.
"He asked me,"
"So you'll go with any guy if he just asks you?"
"No, not if he's creepy. I wouldn't want to go with a peg legged creep or anything,"
"Hey, give the peg leg guy a chance," Rory smiled, relaxing finally in his arms.
"Okay, if I ever meet a peg leg guy I will be sure to at least go on one date with him,"
"Good," They fell silent, simply swaying with the beat.
"Why are you here with Madeline?" Rory finally asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice.
"She asked me,"
"Oh,"
"And she's hot," He immediately regretted the comment, mentally kicking himself. Here he was, dancing with the only girl who managed to hold his attention longer than one day, and he says some other girl is hot? Rory didn't respond, but he noticed she distanced herself slightly from him. When the song ended she walked away, not saying a word.
"Damn it," He muttered softly, walking back to the table. He saw Rory had left, taking her purse and was curious of where she was going, he didn't dare follow her though. He had screwed up enough already.
"Dean?" Rory said, relieved he picked up.
"Hey Rory, uh, how are you?"
"I'm at the dance,"
"How is it?"
"With Tristan," The other end went silent. Dean didn't' speak for a long time, Rory feared he'd hung up.
"Dean,"
"I'm here,"
"I'm sorry, you said that I could go, and he asked,"
"Okay,"
"Don't be mad,"
"I'm not, I just thought...never mind,"
"What?"
"I...I didn't think that you would actually go. I...I didn't really want you to go,"
"What, you...did you lie to me,"
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to lighten the blow. I figured me not being able to go wouldn't be that bad if you still had the chance to go,"
"So, you didn't mean it,"
"No,"
"You're not happy I'm here with Tristan,"
"I hate it," Rory leaned against the wall, rubbing her temples with her free hand.
"Why didn't you just tell me the truth?"
"I couldn't,"
"So, you just told me what I wanted to hear?" Dean immediately became worried. He saw where this conversation was going and he didn't like it.
"Rory, no-"
"You just feed me words to shut me up!"
"Rory-"
"How do I know you've meant anything you've said to me? Do you even love me?"
"Of course I do. Please don't overreact," Rory paused, tears stinging her eyes. The truth was, she was questioning everything she'd said to Dean recently. Ever since Logan entered her life she hadn't been sure of her feelings anymore.
"Dean, I need to go,"
"I love you Rory, I do," It was too much, she couldn't handle Dean, not when she could still feel Logan's touch on her skin.
"Bye," She hung up, sniffling, which in her opinion was pathetic. She picked up her head, telling herself just to suck it up. As she was walking back into the dance she ran into Logan, once again cursing her bad luck and timing.
"Rory, are you okay? You look like hell,"
"Thanks," She said flatly, "that's what every girl wants to hear,"
"No, I meant...you just look-"
"I'm sorry, I know what you meant. I'm just," She paused, the tears threatening to spill. Logan noticed, moving closer to her. Before she knew what was happening she was openly crying, Logan's arms protectively around her. She buried her head in his chest, wanting to just disappear. He rubbed her back gently, wondering what could have pushed her over the edge. Once Rory felt stable she pulled away, wiping her eyes.
"You okay now?" He asked softly, his voice full of so much tenderness that Rory had to fight the tears back again. She nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Do you want to go back in?"
"No, I think I'm going to just go home," She finally said, her voice a bit wobbly, but almost normal.
"Do you want me to get Tristan?"
"No, I'll just take the bus," Logan shook his head, already knowing what to do next.
"No, take my limo,"
"What?"
"Take it,"
"But don't you need it?" He shrugged, causing a smile to appear on her face. He walked her out the limo, telling the driver to take her wherever she wanted. Rory turned to Logan and he was glad to see that the smile was back on her face.
"Thank you Logan,"
"Don't mention it," She smiled, resisting the urge to hug him. She got into the car and then gave the driver her address.
Logan watched her go, feeling elated. This had been a turning point for him and Rory, he knew it. Even though he now had no ride home, it was worth it. She looked happy, and that's all that mattered to him.
A/N: AH! I hope that you liked all of the ROGAN moments...I really enjoyed writing them. Thank you for reading and please review. It only takes a few seconds and I love reading what you think of the story.
