Potential Good Company
Dean wasn't interested in more than a one night stand with Rory, much to her devastation. Deciding not to let it destroy her, she goes back to Yale and lets loose a little by spending a night with a random guy, Colin. Things get complicated, though, when she meets his friend Logan and they fall into an awkward threesome.
PS: Takes place in season five.
PS2: Plenty of sexual situations.
PS3: Bad language (I think Paris would have a dirty mouth for one).
PS4: I came to the conclusion I don't care for Dean, so some bashing ahead.
PS5: This does eventually feature a threesome. Don't like it, don't agree with it, don't read it.
Notes:
"Words" – regular conversation
'Words' – quotes and such, thoughts too
Chapter 0050: Belle & Bells
Logan was not quite in the mood for a party, but his parents had commanded and he– Went with it. At least Colin and Finn were coming along for the ride, though the former would likely be unable to tear himself away from Rory, and the latter might set a record for how quickly he could get drunk on champagne alone.
All in the life of a trust fun baby and everything.
God.
The trio mingled before the ceremony with some of the Brigadiers in attendance, some current and some a few generations passed, including Stanford Hayden, much to their surprise. They had always heard rumors that Richard and Stanford were not quite that close but, alas, maybe rumors weren't all that reliable after all. The man didn't fail to be charming and entertaining, commenting that he hoped there was some good entertaining to be had, maybe Emily would run off on Richard! The boys laughed, because Emily Gilmore, running off on her 'groom'? Ha!
Regardless, the boys did their social duty, and when it was time, they sat side by side on the groom's side, and watched the proceedings.
Rory was just stunning and hot in her best man outfit, Logan thought, trying not to react as obviously as the distracted Colin. It didn't help that as soon as she took her position, she sent her not–boyfriend a brilliant smile before she focused on her grandfather, as did everyone else. Richard Gilmore looked a little nervous walking to the front, but still dapper as always, and Logan noticed grandfather and granddaughter trading fond and secret smiles.
Logan snorted in his head, thinking about his relationship with his own grandfather.
Then the music started and everyone turned to see the ladies descend the stairs.
First came Lorelai, looking beautiful and pretty darn sexy in a fairly tight and low cut sparkly dress that made lots of eyes follow her closely. And then the main even, Emily.
The Gilmores girls sure were a lucky bunch. Rory was adorable and freshly beautiful, Lorelai was sexy and carefree, and Emily was the epitome of elegance and poise as she walked down to her 'groom', and it was kind of sweet how Richard looked absolutely stunned by her appearance, or maybe– Maybe it was the feeling of the woman he clearly loved walking down the aisle to agree to marry him yet again?
What was that feeling like, Logan wondered. Richard and Emily Gilmore had a love unlike most society marriages, and the devotion he saw in the way they stood in front of their friends and family was genuine and intense.
Could Logan ever find something like that? He highly doubted it.
The ceremony was quick and done with, then it was time for what Logan honestly thought Emily Gilmore exceled at – good, old fashioned partying. The alcohol flowed easily, and he shared a smirk with Colin when Finn grabbed as many flutes as he could possibly carry and proceeded to drink as fast as he could.
"Lovely!" – the Aussie exclaimed happily – "Now, mate, where is Reporter Girl? She looked mighty good up there, I must confess" – he winked shamelessly at Colin, who rolled his eyes.
"It's her grandparents' party, and she's the best man, I'm sure she has some duties to attend to"
"What duties? They're already married!"
"Hey, who knows, I don't think I've ever been to a vow renewal before"
"Huh. Me neither! Isn't that weird?"
"Considering the number of women I've called 'mom' over the years, no" – Colin said dryly. Logan turned his head away from him and drank his champagne. Better move along, Finn. Move on along.
"It's such a shame Lorelai is with Luke" – Finn said after a beat, and from the way Colin looked at him, his attempt to change the subject completely was absolutely crystal clear – "That dress was painted on"
"Why, hun" – the lady herself said, gliding to the trio – "That is the most flattering thing I've heard in a while! Please do continue" – she leaned on the Aussie's chair and gave him a smoldering look. Logan looked over and saw Luke sighing good naturedly.
"Lorelai, don't hit on Rory's friends" – the man said, and Logan couldn't help but think that he looked the most uncomfortable person on the planet in his suit, and the blond guessed that he was hardly ever out of his plaid and backwards hat uniform.
"I am not hitting on him!"
"Okay, then stop encouraging him to hit on YOU"
"Aw, but it's good for my ego to have pretty, young things calling me hot"
"He didn't call you hot" – Luke deadpanned. Colin snorted into his drink and Lorelai huffed at him as Finn winked shamelessly at her.
"I would never be so crude in front of a lady" – he said while wiggling his eyebrows. Both of his best friends started having the fakest cough crisis ever because. Finn, not being crude in front of a lady?
Logan could tell stories for days about how inappropriate the Aussie could get in front of– Men and women, young and old. He had come this (this!) close from getting arrested a number of times for the shit he'd pulled over the years.
"Oh, baby, you can be as crude as you want with me" – Lorelai said in a sultry voice while Luke rolled his eyes heavenly.
Yeah, Logan could only guess that dating someone like her had to be kind exasperating, though, personally, he thought she was fucking hilarious. Plus, it was pretty darn obvious she was not serious in the least. The woman may have been a teen mom, but Logan seriously doubted she was the type to cheat on her clearly beloved boyfriend like that.
(he couldn't help but think about Rory and Colin, and that just– Ergh)
"Mom, ew" – Rory said from behind Logan and Colin.
"Hi, babe!" – Lorelai chirped as if she hadn't been playfully flirting with Finn – "It's kind of unfair that you get to wear that and I'm stuck in mom's pick" – she made a wide motion to her dress. Luke followed her motion with interest, and Logan had to look away not to do the same. The woman was very sexy.
"Maybe next time they renew their vows, you can be grandpa's best man" – Rory shot back.
"Don't even joke, missy" – her daughter just rolled her eyes a little.
"So, you boys having fun?" – she asked, eyes resting a little more on Colin.
"If there's alcohol flowing, we are always having a good time, Ace" – Logan said, winking playfully. Finn wordlessly raised his glass and grinned unrepentantly.
"Well, I was thinking, if you boys aren't too busy, maybe you might want to meet my dad?" – she asked slowly, with a very hesitant expression.
"Ooh, meeting the dad" – Lorelai joked. Luke sighed deeply behind her, looking very tired, suddenly.
"Mom"
"Sorry, babe"
"I wouldn't mind it, unless this is a prelude to the headline 'Murder at Vow Renewal'" – Colin said dryly.
"Trust me, Chris doesn't have much of a violent streak" – Lorelai assured him a little too seriously.
"Not very reassuring, love" – Finn added.
"He's not going to kill anyone" – Rory huffed – "I just mentioned you guys a few times when I was visiting him, and then–" – she stopped herself abruptly – "Well, anyway, he said he'd like to meet you, since, you know, we're all here and everything"
"I'm down" – Logan said, downing his champagne in one go.
"Lead the way, love" – Finn said charmingly, all too used to alcohol that he didn't even twitch when he suddenly got up. He turned to Lorelai and swiftly grabbed her hand and kissed it. Luke's face twisted for a moment, and Logan wondered if someone was gonna get killed after all – "Will you save me a dance, my lady?" – Lorelai giggled shamelessly.
"Only if you promise to be handsy" – she blew him a kiss as the Yalies walked away, and looking back, she had her arms around a grumpy Luke's neck.
Rory directed them to a small living area with a few couches and chairs where Logan could see two male heads. He started and widened his eyes when they approached and one of the heads turned out to belong to Stanford Hayden. The other man he didn't know, though he thought he looked somewhat familiar.
"Dad, uncle Stan" – Rory chirped, and the blond noticed Colin frowning minutely – "I've managed to wrangle the boys away from the bar"
"Hey now, dear girl, young men and women should use their youth for such pursuits" – Stanford said with a haughty sniff while the other man (Jesus, THAT was Ace's dad?) snickered slightly – "How else will they develop an alcohol problem by the time they are forty otherwise?" – he grinned blandly, and Logan couldn't tell whether he was kidding, or how much of it was a joke or not.
"Because that's what every forty year old wants" – Ace's dad said dryly.
"What else could they possibly want?"
"Okay then!" – Rory interrupted – "So, these are the guys, though uncle Stan already knows them, so, yeah, dad, this is Logan Huntzberger, Finn Morgan and Colin McCrae"
"Hello, kids. As you may have guessed, I'm Rory's old man, Christopher Hayden" – he got up (he was pretty darn tall) – "Nice to meet you" – he quickly shook everyone's hand while smiling like he was hiding a little secret.
"Wow, love, you never mentioned you were Mr. Hayden's niece" – Finn commented, giving the girl a raised eyebrow.
"It's a recent development" – she said hesitantly.
"Let's not dwell on those things" – Christopher said dismissively – "I am interested in getting to know you boys, Rory has said a lot about you, but I think it's always better to learn things first hand, don't you agree, kids?" – he grinned just so, a mix of society politeness but with a hint of mischievousness.
(also, Logan had to hand it to Ace, she had hot parents, damn).
That was how the stooges found themselves during the Gilmores' vow renewal, sitting in a corner, basically, with the ever infamous Stanford Hayden and his nephew and grandniece, and the family resemblance was definitely NOT there. The eldest was very open and broad, with a million and one stories to share, and Christopher was very cool and relaxed but didn't contribute much, and Rory– Rory stayed between her dad and Colin, making the latter look a little out of sorts.
Then again, Logan knew his friend had never had a girlfriend, or as close to as Ace, so meeting her dad had to be a little intimidating, even if the man had done absolutely nothing aggressive, or even said anything that could be interpreted that way. In fact, Christopher was very nice, when he took the type to speak, though his comments were offhanded and dismissive, always deflecting the attention towards his uncle or daughter.
It was all very odd.
Parents didn't normally care much for them once they realize one of the stooges was in some way involved with their daughter or whatever, but Stanford treated them warmer than usual at LDB events, and Christopher never once showed hostility towards any of them, even Colin, who Ace clearly had a thing with (and for), considering how close she stayed to him.
"Wow, nice" – Lorelai piped up, walking up to them – "My own child and baby daddy run off and don't even think to save me from my own parents' party! Shame on all of you!" – she pointed dramatically at Christopher and Rory while Stanford and Finn waved. Luke looked kind of uncomfortable right behind Lorelai, but he stayed straight backed and cool.
"We wanted a little boys only and Rory time" – Christopher quipped with a lazy grin. Lorelai gasped.
"Betrayed! And why can't it be boys only plus the Lorelais?"
"Well, I suppose we could make an exception for my favorite Gilmore girls" – Christopher winked charmingly and man, Logan had the oddest image of Rory as a guy, and he was highly amused by the feeling that the male Ace would've given him a good run for his money when it came to girls, if he got any of 'his' dad's good looks and easy charisma.
Luke and Lorelai settled in easily enough, the woman taking a beat to playfully flirt with Finn and Stanford, who seemed very fond of her (from their conversation, it was clear they'd met before, and likely plotted to take over the world many a times). The diner owner stayed mostly quiet at first, but, sitting close enough to Christopher, the men started a quiet and only a little stiff talk about sports that slowly turned friendly. Sort of. Logan could tell there was plenty of tension there, though considering they were Lorelai's boyfriend and 'baby daddy', he didn't think it was all that surprising.
Rory smiled indulgently at them all, but didn't quite disregard her talk with Logan and Colin about their wild year away from Yale. She was utterly fascinated by their travels, and everything they'd done and seen, never once showing distaste even for their most idiotic stunts (even FINN would admit as much about some things), or their random talks about hookups. In fact, she just seemed delighted and entertained. Considering how others (girls and guys) reacted to some of their tales, it was incredibly refreshing.
The group did return to the party in time to watch Emily and Richard Gilmore sharing a particularly soft and close moment that had Rory cooing and hugging her smiling mom. Christopher shared a surprisingly friendly look with Luke, both men pretending to be exasperated, though it was obvious that they loved the Gilmore girls and all their little quirks.
Logan frowned for a moment when he thought back to it when he looked over at Colin, who was looking at Rory with the same kind of soft, fond smile as her dad and Luke. Finn was swiping champagne from a waiter that looked vaguely familiar, and only barely paying attention to his surroundings (or so he appeared, Logan thought), while Stanford had mysteriously separated from the younger group as soon as they entered the ballroom.
"May I steal my kid for a dance?" – Christopher said with a teasing smirk, winking at Colin. Rory giggled, throwing him a quick smile over the shoulder as her dad took her hand and swiftly but slowly twirled her. Lorelai laughed and they watched as Emily and Richard welcomed the rest of the partygoers to the dance floor, and the elder couple sent a particularly transparently fond grin at the father/daughter couple.
It was pretty funny how awkward Rory was on her feet, though Christopher had clearly had enough ballroom dancing training (as would be expected of a trust fund kid) and he easily led her through the easy steps.
"Wanna try your luck?" – Luke said softly next to Lorelai. The woman's eyes twinkled and her face turned absolutely loving and sweet and even shy (that this woman could be shy was bizarre in itself) as she put her hand on his and they walked off. She did, however, turn with a saucy grin at the remaining Yalies.
"I feel like a kid being left behind by his parents" – Colin commented, graciously accepting a glass of champagne from a waitress and automatically grabbing one for Logan.
"Except we are the only ones of our families here" – Finn added with a thoughtful expression – "Did anyone know that the lovely Reporter Girl was Stanford Hayden's grandniece?"
"She never mentioned it, no" – Colin replied easily, though he did frown minutely – "I suppose being Richard Gilmore's granddaughter was notorious enough"
"And Francine Hayden's eldest granddaughter" – Logan said softly. His friends nodded in acquiescence – "And she's basically both following and not following her families' school traditions"
"Ah yes" – Colin started – "Haydens go to Princeton"
"I think Ace mentioned once she was supposed to go to Harvard, she had it all planned out, but then she decided to come to Yale" – Logan commented.
"All the better" – Finn toasted, sending a random pretty girl a wink.
"Yes" – Colin said simply, looking into the dancing couples.
Even in between all the warm bodies, Logan could spot Christopher's tall figure, and Rory's curly for the day head. She really did look beautiful in her little best man suit.
And then he could see her throw her head back in laughter at something her father said and it just–
What was happening to him? Logan didn't understand what was going. Why was he staring at Ace like Colin was? Shit, did anyone notice? Thankfully, Finn was distracted by all the young, pretty girls around, and Colin was mesmerized by the slightly clumsy dancing Rory, but still. Logan felt like an asshole and an idiot and he didn't know what to do about it at all.
"Hey man" – he told a passing waiter, the one he recognized before but still had no clue from where – "Think you can score us a few bottles of champagne?" – he swiftly slipped two bills into the other guy's lapel. He got a near blank stare and a slow nod as he disappeared into the crowd.
Logan sure as hell hoped the guy returned with the requested drinks, he had a feeling he was going to need to get fucking wasted, and the sooner the better.
As was tradition, Logan and his friends had managed to find a private space for some nice sub–party, and Finn had managed to charm two girls into coming along with them, though neither Colin nor Logan were particularly interested in their presence (not that it mattered, apparently Finn's accent and good looks were enough to sustain the girls' interest in him alone).
Rory had bowed out of the sub–party, saying she was the best man and thus it was her duty to remain at the party, especially considering she had already disappeared for a good chunk of the evening. Colin seemed disappointed, but she looked around with practiced ease and kissed him briefly, enough to make him smile even as she waved them goodbye.
"Any more news from Andrew?" – the blond asked quietly as the girls and Finn started to get a little handsy, though mercifully not enough that his friends had to kick them out of the room for some along time.
"Not yet, but it's inevitable" – Colin answered, taking a swig off his champagne bottle – "You know he loves his planning" – he said mockingly.
"Yeah, man, I hear you" – his friend gave him a sideways look.
"What about Mitchum?"
"Still pissed I'm not getting enough stories out"
"I don't even get why he fucking bothers, it's not like it would in any way affect how you run a paper" – Logan snorted and drank a good amount of alcohol.
"Well, he wants a carbon copy, and he wrote for the Daily News, and he had a wine column, or whatever fuck"
"So, should I get you a book on grape juice sniffers?" – and that was one of the many reasons why Logan loved his friend so much. They shared a laugh that lacked much humor.
"Can you imagine us in a few years?"
"Working all day long in suits, terrifying people left and right for no fucking reason, then going back to an empty house, more like?" – Colin said caustically.
"Something like that. Except I'm sure my mother has wives–to–be lined out the door" – Logan added.
"At least my dad has no space to talk about spouses and breeding mares, it's not like he can hold a woman down for longer than the 'I do', and usually not even for breakfast" – he snorted.
"Well, you got Ace, at least" – Logan said before he had time to think about it. and shit fuck, if his tone didn't come out all too raw and bitter. Colin slowly turned to him with a frown that usually suggested Andrew was in the vicinity and he was chanting in his head 'must not kill!'.
"Did–? What do you–?" – he couldn't quite finish a sentence, apparently having caught more in Logan's voice and expression than the blond would've liked.
Shit, shit, shit.
"I–" – fuck, maybe he should've worked harder on writing, maybe then he wouldn't be at such a loss of words when faced with his friend's– What WAS Colin's face? It wasn't one he was used to seeing, something like shock and disbelief, but something else that made Logan want to run away and never look back.
"Logan?" – Colin asked, his frown deepening as his eyes pierced his suddenly tongue tied best friend.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–
"Colin–"
"Are you and– Do you and Rory–?" – he managed to get out, expression clearing into a painful mask of coolness and cold rage – "Do you...?" – he asked a million things with just that, his mind seemingly cutting Rory out of the equation and focusing solely on Logan.
The blond wanted so much to just fuck off out of there, and Colin, and that entire situation.
In fact.
"I need to go" – Logan blurted out and took complete advantage of Colin's surprise at his abruptness and did, in fact, run the shit out of the room.
As he spent a moment to take a breather right outside of the room, he thought he heard Finn's confused questions to a silent Colin. Logan decided to find somewhere to hide, maybe even try to grab a cab and– Go back to Yale? Sure, why not. Hole up in his dorm, lock the door and fuck off the world, Colin, Rory, everyone.
Good plan. Yeap, that's what he was doing. Screw this.
As he more or less ran but tried to be elegant enough, he headed to the exit, thinking in his head that he'd send the Gilmores a short apology for leaving without saying goodbye, and making vague plans about seriously avoiding Colin, Finn, Rory, everyone for the next month at the very least so he could pick up the pieces of his brain. And then he was going to ignore everything that Colin's face made him feel and drown it all in so much alcohol, Finn was going to ask him what was wrong.
So, of course Christopher Hayden stumbled in his path and after a moment, opened a wide smile. Logan gave him back a tight smile, and tried not to throttle the man on his way out.
"Logan, right?"
"Yeap"
"Have a drink with me, kid. I managed to snag some of the good stuff" – he showed a nearly still filled bottle of scotch and a tumbler – "Join me"
"I was on my way out, actually"
"Really? Are you boys all going away already?"
"Er, no, I need to go first"
"Right. Well, c'mon, you have to have the time for a little nightcap with and old man" – Logan wanted so much to tell him to fuck off, but as the rush of running away from Colin died down, he felt less urgent and a drink was suddenly sounding like a great idea. But first things first.
"You know what, I do think I have time for a drink, Mr. Hayden"
"Please, call me Christopher"
"Christopher it is. Can we head down this way? I confess Colin and I had a little disagreement, and I think we both need a little time to cool off before we can, you know, make peace and all that" – he directed the man down a corridor where Logan was fairly sure they would be able to find a balcony in which to hang out for a little while without being bothered.
"You seem like such close friends, though" – the elder commented as they hid in the small balcony. He poured some scotch and handed the tumbler to Logan, and with a shrug from the blond, started drinking directly form the bottle.
"Well, I'm sure you know how it goes. Sometimes you spend way too much time with someone and you just wanna kill each other" – he took a sip of the scotch. Pretty decent, in fact – "We actually spent the entirety of last year around the world on a yatch"
"Really? That sounds exciting" – he said wistfully – "I wish I could've done something wild like that when I was young, but, then again, I don't think I ever really had that close friends that would want to come away with me" – he paused as he drank some – "Well, maybe Lorelai, but she would never follow me anywhere, she'd drag me wherever, and trust me, she's tough to say 'no' to" – he laughed fondly.
"I kind of noticed, Ace– Rory is kind of the same way, I guess"
"In that way, they are very much mother and daughter, I tell you" – he shook his head – "It's the eyes. They go through your soul, you can't refuse them a thing"
"No, I guess not" – Christopher topped his drink and gave him a long look.
"Look, can I say something? Guy to guy?" – Logan nodded apprehensively. Jesus, first Colin, now Christopher? He wasn't about to get wacked, was he? – "Rory is a great girl"
"I know that"
"And your friend Colin seems like a pretty great guy too" – Logan swallowed dry, even though he tried to wash it down with some of the alcohol.
"Yeah, he really is"
"So, you know" – the man shrugged – "I mean, I'm not the guy who can really give you life lessons, tell you how to go and get what you want 'cause, hey, I've never really done that, ever" – he snorted – "I'm sure Rory hasn't laid out all my dirty laundry, but I'll tell you this much. I'm no one's prized dad, I'm no one's prized boyfriend or husband or anything. I'm not a prize at all"
"Christopher–" – Jesus, was he going to jump out the balcony? Logan glanced at off the ledge. It was a fair fall, not enough to kill, but it'd hurt as shit.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. I know what kind of man, what kind of father, what kind of friend, even, I've been, especially since Rory was born. I know, I'm not as dumb as I act sometimes"
"I–"
"And I don't want to depress you or anything, promise. What I'm trying to say" – he took a deep breath and grinned almost sadly – "I've made mistakes that can never be erased. I've shat on things, and I can't possibly clean it all up. It's done. But I think because of that I may be able to give you some very helpful advice"
"... Okay?"
"Don't fuck it up with Colin. Don't fuck it up with Rory. Just... Just don't. Don't fuck things up with either of them, because no matter what happens if you do, if they stay, if they walk away, fuck it, it doesn't matter. What matters, and what I can tell you for sure, is that it might kill you if you have nothing to hold on to" – he gestured to the bottle he was clutching – "When I was your age, I thought this was enough. This and girls and my parents' money. And thank God I had even that, because otherwise, I might've done some really stupid things. Stupider things, that is"
"Christopher. I don't... I don't know what you're talking about" – the man looked at him and shook his head.
"You like Rory. I saw the way you looked at her, man, don't try to deny it"
"What? No, I– I didn't look at her" – except. Yes, he fucking did. Shit.
"Yes you did, don't try to bullshit me, kid. And I know what it's like, to fall under the spell of a Gilmore girl, to love them so intensely they are all you can think of. But then you fuck up and things are what they are" – he drank some more.
"Do you still... Love Lorelai?" – Christopher snorted.
"Kid, I will always love Lorelai, trust me. She was my first, my only love for most of my life, and would I like things to turn out differently? Sure I would. Will they?" – he shrugged – "I can't say for sure, but Luke? He's a good guy. He's a really good, steady guy, and he makes Lorelai happier than I've ever seen her, happier than I've ever made her, that's for certain, and... You know, she was my first friend, and I still consider her my best friend, so I guess... I love her so much, much I want her to be happy, even if it's with another guy, as long as he can make her happier than I could"
"... I don't know what you're really trying to tell me here, man" – Christopher grinned.
"You're a smart kid, I'm sure you can figure it out. Just ask yourself. Is Colin good for her? With her? Whatever it is that he gives her, could you give her more? Could you make her happier? Because just loving someone is not enough, it's just not"
Logan adverted the man's penetrating gaze and looked down at the railing.
Christopher was right. He hadn't want to– Admit it to himself, he supposed, but he did. He... He liked Rory. He liked everything he knew about her, and he wanted to know everything else about her, every little thing, even the most mundane and tedious because it was all her. Rory. Ace. And fuck him, but Colin– Colin was good to her, in a lot of ways, anyway, and kind of not in some others, but. He was his friend, he was his oldest, best friend. They trusted each other, or Logan trusted Colin, but Colin... Colin shouldn't trust Logan anymore, or he wouldn't after– After.
He knew Colin all too well. Leave him alone with a piece of paper and a pen and the guy would write you a fucking novel. Leave him alone with a mental bug, though, and it would infest his brain in no time, and Logan had surely left him with a fucking Metamorphosis sized bug to shit all over Colin's idea of who his friend was, and Logan was not looking forward to the eventual blowback from that.
Colin burned slow but he burned brightly, and fuck him, he was so fucking dead.
... So, to anyone who may or may not have noticed, I went missing for a while there (I was on vacation). I did tell you guys about this, mostly because I effing KNEW I would forget about posting.
Also, not only have I not posted shit during the last couple of weeks, I also have written fuck all during this period (no shit), which means, I am so fucking behind, I can't even. Geez. Fucking hell, FML. Oh well, I started getting into The Walking Dead, if that justifies things a little LOL.
So... Yeah, this is why I'm posting three chapters today, which makes me kinda laugh because we're now exactly on chapter 50, at Wedding Bell Blues, and the floodgates are finally open between Logan and Colin, kinda. Also, I so like this chapter, especially the ending, and of course the fuckfuckfuck portion. This is also the beginning of Christopher giving the most bizarre, drunken advice to the youngsters, he does this again soon enough. =P
