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AN: Thanks for baring with me on that one. I'm happy to have it out of the way and can now be the happy marry me :)

Chapter 4.A contagious smile

"What are you reading?"

Logan looked up from his book and smiled. There she stood in the doorway just being beautiful.

"Hey…"

She smiled back and came inside. She pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and sat down hugging her body. Logan followed her with his eyes.

"Sorry, I disappeared on you," she said not looking at him.

"Don't apologize for having a life." He replied smirking.

She laughed bitterly. Another silence filled the room.

"You don't have to talk about "IT"." He said using air quotes.

"IT?" she asked copying his air quotes.

"The reason for your wistfulness. Cookie?"

He had an idea about the reason for the sad blue eyes, but it was not his place nor a good time to push her.

"I broke up with Dean," she said quietly . " We weren't doing well for quit some time now, but he didn't see it coming. And he didn't take it too well. I just hate, that I hurt him." She shrugged. "Even after wallowing with my mom, I just feel pooped."

Logan took in what she just said. He felt bad for her for feeling pooped as she had put it with raving eloquence and tried to think of something to cheer her up. It wasn't something he usually did, mingle himself in girls problems, to much drama. But this isn't the usual girl, is she, Huntzberger?

"You know, " he said taking her arm. "They say that a smile is contagious."

She looked at him confused as he smirked en dug her hand out of the sleeve of her large grey sweater.

Her hand was warm and soft. He could only imagine how it would feel to be touched by her. Trailing off… Keep your mind clear, buddy. You're not helping yourself.

He took a marker pen from his nightstand and turned her hand around, so her palm was facing him. Softly he traced her palm with his fingers and took her index finger.

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Rory stared at him confused as his fingers closed around hers and could still feel the path he had traced on her hand tingling. How was it possible that the slightest touch seemed to burn on her skin for hours to come? She suddenly felt the marker on her finger and tried to see what he was doing.

"Ah ah.. no peeking. You'll ruin the whole element of surprise." He said and covered her hand with his.

"Are you ready?"

Rory nodded with raised eyebrows.

He let go of her hand and Rory looked at her finger. There on the tip of her index finger Logan had drawn a little smiley. Two dots for eyes and a smile (AN:  She just stared at her finger for a moment than at him and at her finger again and burst out in laughter. She laughed so hard that it was difficult to breath. She was clutching her side and tears were streaming down her face. She didn't know where that had come from but when she was done… she felt exhausted. Breathing heavily she rested her head on the edge of the bed and smiled an occasional giggle escaping her lips.

Logan moved a pluck of hair out of her face and brushed away the tears.

She closed her eyes taking in his touch and felt that life hadn't given up on her for the first time in 4 days. If something so little could cause her to laugh till the brink of exhaustion she would be ok.

"Are you still alive, Ace?"

Rory looked up to him.

"I'm tired. I don't think I've laughed so hard since … well ever," She sighed." Thank you."

"You're very welcome. For a moment I thought I would have to do CPR. It was pretty scary sight. I guess I didn't realize the power of my… art."

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure the Louvre is waiting for your masterpiece."

"Don't mock my art… I'm very talented. I dip my brush in my own soul, and paint my own nature into my pictures."

"You mean like this?" Rory held up her index finger, showing him his "art". "I see the resemblances. Yes definitely.. the eyes…"

Logan laughed sending chills up her spine. She sighed not wanting to leave, but knowing that she had to.

"I have to go… My mom is getting married and today are the dress fittings. I'll come by tomorrow afternoon, ok?"

"Tomorrow they are getting the pins out of my leg…I will be out most of the day…"

"O I didn't know that. Is your family coming?"

He shook his head. "Mitchum is in Japan I believe. My mother is MIA in one of her spa's, Honor is in Paris with her fiancé. But don't worry it's not like I'm dieing."

Rory felt horrible. How was it possible that his family didn't care enough to come and visit.

"I'm sorry" she said

"You're sorry? Whatever for?"

"That your family isn't coming"

"Have you met my mother, Ace?"

"No…"

"No? .. Well I'll spare you the details since you have to go, but really it's fine." He smiled at her.

"Ok."

"Now come here." he said. Rory came closer. Logan took her hand for the second time that afternoon and put a plaster on her finger.

She looked at him with question marks in her eyes.

"Since my art is so powerful we don't want you to end up into a ditch somewhere." He explained. " Better to cover it up while driving a moving vehicle."

Rory smiled and bent over to hug him. His arms awkwardly slid around her back, but felt so perfect in place once settled. She gave him a peck on his cheek.

"Good luck tomorrow." She said before exiting the room.

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"Rory!" he called after her. She turned around and looked at him.

" You look beautiful when a smile is in place."

She turned her gaze to the floor blushing.

"Thanks" she murmured and hid her hands in the sleeves of her oversized sweater again like she always did when she was unsure of something or nervous.

"Bye" he said with a sly smile and watched her walk out of the door

Logan shook his head, unable to comprehend how such a beautiful girl like

Rory could be so unaware of appearance herself. With a sigh he picked up his book and resumed reading, though his thoughts were lingering on Rory and her smile and he couldn't understand a word he was reading. After 5 minutes he gave up and leaned back in the pillows. What was he getting himself into? In Rory's case it wasn't her smile that was contagious.. it was the girl. And he had caught the bug pretty bad. Somehow she scared him, he scared himself when around her… And what scared him most was that he was accepting it…

AN: So this is it for now. Hope you enjoy it, while I type chappie 5 already. And I'm sorry for those who were grossed out by Dean :) didn't mean to scar you for life.