Sorry it's been awhile just school, and application for a job next year took a lot of my time. Luckily, the semester is ending so I should start to update more frequently again. This is the penultimate chapter of this story.
The first part starts with a flashback again sort of a little on how her relationship with Marty was like.
It had been a month, since she had rejected Logan for Marty. If someone were to ask her how she was doing she would most likely say "perfect." In spite, of her tough course load her grades were stellar. She was editor of the paper, after Paris had been ousted. She had a kind and considerate boyfriend, who she just moved in.
However, there was a part of her that felt something was missing like everything had way to much order in her life. Rory tried to dismiss those feelings after all order and perfection were two things she sought for her whole life. She loved to have a schedule to know what she was doing every second of her life.
She should be thrilled that she knew everyday what she and Marty were doing. Monday was study night, Tuesday was taco night, Wednesday was Indian, Thursday was pizza; and Friday was movie night either among them or in SH. Weekends were either spend in SH, a movie theater, or at two of Marty's restaurant. Everything for every food choice was involved at one particular restaurant, and there was no variety.
It was a big contrast to the times she and Logan would go out; even though they were in a no strings relationship Logan liked to surprise her. As annoying as it could get, it was always fun to discover the place Logan had chosen for them; not having very date planned for her was and new and wonderful feeling.
Rory shook her head, she couldn't miss Logan. She had made her choice, and she did love Marty. She trusted him, and she was comfortable with him. It wasn't like Logan, who could make her really happy at one moment but could make her feel really sad at the next moment. She would never cry on the bathroom floor with Marty, nor would she question if he liked her. She knew where she stood with Marry.
Rory tried to concentrate on her work, when she noticed Logan coming in. Rory couldn't understand why Mr. I Hate Responsibility would keep coming to the paper these days. He would always be handing her articles to post these days. While, Rory would end up putting the articles in the paper cause as much as she hated to admit it Logan was a good writer. His writing would make her laugh, cry, and really think about things. Still for some reason Rory would find something to argue with Logan about his papers. Either she would find some small grammatical error, or tell him he was being too biased on an issue. Logan would often fire back, usually accusing her of being bored with her own life and finding by criticizing other peoples' papers.
God Logan was such a boy sometimes. Although, Rory did enjoy arguing with him but she tried to excuse her feelings as nonsense. Logan always had a dumb way of entering in her head. She stood up and tried to act as serious as possible. When she saw Logan comes by her desk.
"Rory it's lovely to see you today. How are you?" Logan said in a tone that to Rory was almost sarcastic. Rory also hated herself for missing the way he used to call her Ace.
"Fine" Rory uttered back.
"Well, I am glad to hear that you are well. I have my article on text books right here; and, before you get into one of your spiels I double checked the article four times. I can assure the grammar and spelling are flawless; and I interviewed people on both sides of the issue, so I am not being one sided. I have to go to Costa Rica for a group thing, so I don't have time for your complaints.''
Rory could tell that "group thing" was code for LBD. "Of course, typical Logan blowing off school to go party in Costa Rica." She didn't what had gotten into her, but she just felt the need to yell at Logan.
She was so transparent. Logan thought yelling at him, so she could justify to herself that she made the right choice. "Yeah, typical Rory judging people on her high horse. Always following the rules, and avoiding any choice that makes her happy. Maybe if you partied every now and then, you would be much happier than you are now. "
I am very happy Logan. I've never been happier, so what if my love is not as exciting as yours."
"Well, I am glad to hear that Rory. I guess safe choices sometimes are the key to happiness. Have a good week critiquing people about infinitives."
"Have a good time getting drunk…" Not caring whoever heard her. Damn him, for acting like he knew her so well. Damn him, for being right she did long for more fun.
Rory was really regretful about the way she treated Logan those weeks at the paper. It was one of the many things in which she regretted about her past.
As Rory got of her old house, she was surprised to see Logan there waiting for her. "How?" Rory uttered.
"I went back and drove Honor. I left my car at her place. I asked Frank to drive me here, because there was no way I would let you drive back all the way to Hartford in an emotional state. "
Rory was so touched, god she was so wrong about him. "I thought you doubted that I would go through with this…"
"I did but I figured if you didn't come back, I would call Frank to drive me back. However, after listening to some of the things you told her. I am really glad; I didn't have to call Frank."
"I'm glad too Logan." She felt herself on the verge of tears.
"We better go, in case Lorelai comes out. I don't think I can handle another confrontation with her. "
"I agree let me help you with your stuff." They slowly moved Rory's entire luggage into her stuff, and silently started their journey to Hartford.
Rory and Logan had finally walked into Logan's suite at the Hilton. The ride was mostly silent for they both were not sure how they wanted to approach this new "relationship."
"Are you sure, you want to stay here?" Logan asked, since Rory did live in Hartford.
"Yeah, I don't want to be in an empty apartment after what happened tonight. Plus, I know her. She thinks my feelings are a phase, and she'll come tomorrow to "talk to me." I am just not ready to deal with her."
"Understandable, here let me give you a tour."
"It's okay Logan. I think what I need right now is some sleep."
"Right." He slowly led Rory to the extra room in the suite. "Here is the room, not my style but it looks elegant. I'll be down the hall, if you need anything." Rory looked at the room. The curtains had a frilly and elegant look; and the walls had landscape paintings; which were typically found in hotel rooms. The shade of the wall was a friendly blue, and the bed definitely looked large and comfortable. However, it was odd to Rory the first time she and Logan were in the same sharing living space and not sharing a bed. Rory knew that they weren't ready to start sleeping together again, but it still felt foreign. Maybe being here was a mistake. However, she wasn't going to tell Logan her doubts. "Thank you, for everything Logan."
"You're welcome Ace." He slowly kissed her sweetly, and Rory felt a lot better. She felt that even though she and Logan had many things to work out things would be okay.
Unfortunately, Rory's good feelings about her situation had gone away, somehow lying in that bed had caused the doubt to creep back again. Rory must have been lying in bed for an hour. She couldn't sleep a single wink; she couldn't help feeling horrible about the way she treated Logan in the last five years. What if he could truly never forgive or trust her? What if Logan regretted his decision to give her another chance?
Rory got up and shook her head. She needed to get some water or something maybe it would help her clear her head.
She slowly walked into the kitchen of the suite, which was connected to the suite's living room. She was surprised to see Logan on the couch appearing to flip absently through the channels of the T.V.
"I guess someone had the same idea…" Logan smirked, as he gestured to her to sit next to her.
"I just came to get water. I still don't normally drink water. However, I can't sleep and I felt it could help ease my mind. "Rory said as she sat next to him.
"What's on your mind Ace?" Logan asked with a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
"It's not important Logan just silly "Rory stuff." Rory felt herself turning beet red with embarrassment.
"Rory please the mistake you made last time, was not sharing your doubts. So spill…" He turned to look at her.
"See that's the thing Logan; I messed up so badly. I pulled away many times, when there were opportunities for us to get back together because I was scared. I treated you horribly that month at the paper, because I guess I wanted to justify my choice. You were right, I felt bored and I missed you and yelling at you made me get out my frustration. You really didn't deserve Logan, and I'm sorry."
"I know Rory. I wasn't so innocent either, the reason I kept coming to the paper is because I wanted to stick it to you that I wasn't as irresponsible as you thought. I am sorry if that gave you a hard time, and I didn't mean to judge you and your relationship."
"Logan does not apologize. I was the one who misjudged you, and I shouldn't have criticized your need to have fun it's what I love about you. Look, I am scared you're never going to trust me. I am scared you're going to wake up, and think things are a mistake." Rory felt herself out of breath she wasn't used to being this vulnerable.
Logan stroked her hair. "I care about you Rory, but sometimes you're crazy. I know I didn't plan on getting back together with you tonight. However somehow I decided to take the proverbial leap of faith. In spite of the leap, I still need some time to trust you completely, and can you really blame me?"
"No, but get to the part where I'm being crazy…" Rory said. After all, Logan didn't seem to be easing her fears.
"Rory after what I witnessed tonight. I know we can last long term, and that I will eventually be able to trust you. You stood up to Lorelai, and I know that wasn't easy for you to do. You know what mistakes you made, and I know how hard it is for you to admit you were wrong. It might take some time, for me to go all in; but I know right now I am not leaving."
Rory leaned in close to him. "So what now?"
"We need to start slow again. Get to know each other all over again. It's going to be hard long distance, but we can make it work." Logan pulled her closer to emphasize his point, and Rory happily leaned in against him.
Rory felt now was the time to tell Logan her plan. "Logan it's not going to be long distance"
"Um Rory, I know Hartford and New York is only a train ride away; however, it's still now in your own backyard."
"I mean I'm moving to New York." Rory noticed that Logan expression was him trying to talk her out it. So she quickly added: "Not because of you, but because your Dad offered me a job at one of his papers."
Logan smiled. Congratulations, I always had the impression you wanted to be working there."
Rory was touched Logan was the first person next to Mitchum, who had congratulated her. "You did?
"Well, I always had the feeling you wanted to work in a bigger city than Hartford one day."
"I did, but somehow my Mom and Marty felt that I should keep my job at the Hartford Gazette since I am an editor; and that job would mean I am just a writer. When really looking back Marty did not want to move to New York; and Mom wanted me to stay. I feel like I have been doing too much what they wanted; and now I should be doing what I want to do. Therefore, in two weeks I am going to move into my Grandparents apartment there; and when I earn enough money I'll get my own place."
"Our maybe by then will move in together?" Logan teased.
"Look who's moving too fast…" Rory smiled.
"Well, I am optimistic will last a long time after all are failed attempts at second chances. I think being together will be easier than our time apart." Logan slowly kissed her four head, a gesture which caused Rory to be week at the knees. She always wanted to be there sitting next to Logan.
"I think so too Logan…" Rory smiled back. Logan arm had slid to be fully around her, and Rory had put her head on his two of them sat there on the couch in a mutual understanding, until sleep over took them.