AN: Hi, again. Nothing really happens in this chapter. Actually, nothing really happens in this whole story, I've realized. Sorry about that. I'll try to fix it, promise. Anyway, I'm heading up to Washington D.C. tomorrow for the March For Life(January 22), and I started school last week. I'm not sure how that'll affect me trying this writing thing, but I hope it doesn't affect it too much. I'm cautiously optomistic that I will not freeze to death this week in D.C., but I'm not promising anything. Hopefully, I'll still be able to update for yall somewhat regularly. :]

Logan found Rory. She was sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the balcony reading a book. He had to applaud her—she had hidden herself well. The only reason he found her was because he was looking for her. And because his senses seemed to be hyper aware of her presence, he thought to himself. Not that he was planning on admitting that to anyone any time soon. He was leaning against the door frame debating whether or not he was going to disturb her when Steph found him.

"What is it about her?" Steph asked coming to stand next to him.

Logan sighed. He knew that there was no way to get out of this conversation, and if he were being honest with himself, he was definitely more comfortable with Steph asking him these questions than Colin and Finn. He pulled her to him and tucked her into his side as he tried to think about what she was asking him.

"Okay…well if you don't know how to answer me that…you want to explain to me why you're so secretive about who you are?"

"You want the truth or what I'm trying to convince myself is the truth?"

"Both?"

"If that guy and his dad find out who I am, my night gets ruined. I'm not ready to get back into the society world. We have another 6 months before I have to willingly put myself back into talks about newspapers," he told her slowly.

"Okay."

"Okay? That's it?"

"Of course not. Now what's the truth?"

"Steph," he said warningly.

"No. I know I'm right. That is a good reason, it really is…but it's not the real reason. It's a good justification, though."

"I don't know," he began, "I really don't. She's very…amusing. You know?"

"Amusing? No, I don't know…"

"She's funny, smart, quick—"

"Drop dead gorgeous?"

"No. Well, yes," he said at Stephanie's raised eyebrow. "She is. She is beautiful, but that's not what I'm talking about."

"Alright, what are you talking about?"

He waited a beat, deciding if he wanted to tell Stephanie the main source of his confusion. He was reveling in the reaction Rory had given him earlier that day. He wanted to know what Steph's reaction was going to be, but he wasn't sure he was ready to share this

"She knows who I am, Steph."

"So she knows you're Logan Huntzberger…or she knows you're Logan Huntzberger—heir of a huge media conglomerate?"

"The second one."

"And she said?"

"She asked why I was critiquing her need to read newspaper articles. She asked me if I should be thanking her. And then she kept walking."

"That's a good thing, Logan. Why are you standing here staring at her and not talking to her?"

"It's not that simple."

"No, it really is. I talked to her friends for you today. Yea, I noticed you staring at her. They all said the same thing—she's amazingly smart and doesn't take crap from anyone. But John Halpin said she could use someone to make her take more chances, live a little more. The way I see it, you two would get along very well. So why are you standing here?"

"I'll go talk to her in a few minutes. Tell me something first…"

"Anything. As long as you answer my question after."

"Deal. What about you and John Halpin?"

"Oh, Huntz…nothing is going to happen there. He's really cute, though. We're way too different. He is fun to hang out with. Happy?"

"If you're happy, I'm happy. What's your question?"

"Do you like her?"

"Steph…I'm not sure."

"You said you—"

"Steph, let me finish," he cut her off. "I'm not sure. How long have we known them? Just a few hours. I've never actually liked a girl before. But I do enjoy talking to her. I'm surprisingly just as protective of her as I am of you, and I don't want her to have to ever talk to that guy in the next room. That's why I needed to come find her. But I don't know what any of that means, but that's all I know."

"Ah!" she shrieked and flung herself into his arms, effectively disturbing Rory and alerting her of their presence all at once. She looked up from her book and made a move to get up when Steph squeezed him one last time and pushed him out onto the balcony.

"Steph seems excited. What was that about?"

"I never really know with her," he said sitting down next to her. "So.."

"So…"

"That guy in there is an ass."

"Yea, he is," she told him quietly. "Did he say anything about me?"

"Well…he did mention something about you marrying him."

She groaned and he couldn't help but smile. She went back to hitting her head…this time on the railing of the balcony. Without thinking, he moved his chair to sit next to her and pulled her back against his shoulder. He held his arm around her shoulder when she tried to move to hit her head again to hit it on the rail.

"Now, I know I've only known you for a few hours…but you don't seem like the kind of girl who's going to date some guy because his dad owns a few newspapers. Trust me, I know all about those types of girls."

He was relieved when she laughed when he wiggled his eyebrows and elated when he felt her relax on his shoulder.

"No, I'm not," she said. "I'm really not. I have every intention of working and proving myself. I want to…I hate that he assumes that of me. Did he find out that you're in the business, too?"

"He left to find you and your friends filled us in as to why he thought you would marry him. My friends found it highly amusing. Colin was about to explain it to them, but I interrupted. They just think I'm a journalism student."

"Your more normal than I would have imagined the heir of a huge media empire to be, you know? It's refreshing."

"Wow. I wish you could convince my dad that. You say refreshing, he says disappointing. "

"Why does he think you're a disappointment?"

"I'd rather not get into that, Ace."

"Oh, yea. Sorry…Ace?"

"I hear your one damn fine reporter. Something about making a parking lot sound cool, I think," he told her and laughed when she punched his arm.

"I'm not even going to respond to that. Leave it to my friends to make sure they embarrass me. We have to go eat. Brace yourself…the dad's love to talk about the newspaper and how it's doing."

"Great. Now I want to hit my head on the railing. Will you sit by me? Save me from the conversation? Please, Ror. Please! Don't make me bear it alone!"

"Come on, you big baby," she said pulling him out of his chair. "Put your society face on. Don't worry—it's not as scary as Hartford."