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Chapter 4: Rory's Persnickety Talk

"Marty? Marty!" I yell down the hall, but he just keeps on walking. He won't even glance at me. "What is up with him?" I exclaim in utter confusion. I look around like I can actually find an answer, but alas, the answer never comes to me.

"What the hell? Where am I?" a groggy voice says from behind me. I turn around and see Logan still lying on the couch, searching for something that he might recognize. His squinty gaze finally falls upon me. With his usual smirk he says, "Hey, Ace."

"Hi, Logan," I say with a nervous smile. I fold my arms and try to look at him, but for some reason I just can't keep from looking everywhere else. Am I nervous? Why the heck am I so nervous? It's not like this is the first time that I've ever met the guy. What's wrong with me? This is all Marty's fault. He told me that Logan has a thing for me, and now that's all I can think about. Thanks a lot Marty! No…that's not fair, I've always been a little nervous around Logan.

"So, Ace, are you going to tell me how I got here, or do I have to figure it out myself?"

"There's no need to be persnickety," I say to him, a little offended by his tone.

"Persnickety?" Logan asks incredulously. "I wasn't being persnickety, I was just asking a question."

I glare at him for a moment, but then he flashes me that famous smile of his and I crack. "Well, I heard a very loud person coming down my hall last night, and it turned out to be you. When you tried to go up the stairs, you slipped and passed out. So, I got Paris to help me drag you in here so that you wouldn't be stepped on all night," I explain. Then in a slightly flirtatious voice I say, "And this is the thanks that I get? A very persnickety attitude? No, 'Good morning, Rory,' or 'Good morning, Ace' in your case, 'Hey, thanks for taking care of me last night. I really appreciate you giving me a place to sleep.' Nope, not you. Of course Logan Huntzberger has to be persnickety!"

"Would you please stop saying persnickety?"

"I will when you stop being so persnickety."

"Stop it!" he says, trying hard not to laugh.

Giggling I say, "Okay, okay, I'll stop."

"Thank god! You weren't helping my headache at all," Logan says while massaging his head.

"Sorry," I say with a smile, "but you deserved it."

"Yeah, I probably did. Thanks, by the way."

"You're welcome."

Logan sits up very slowly, takes a deep breath, and then finally emerges from the comfortable couch. He spots the coffee on the table by the door and grabs two of the cups. "Here," he says as he hands one of them to me.

"Thanks," I say, but the smile disappears from my face instantly as I remember the look on Marty's face when he had brought in the coffee. He came in the door with his familiar, excited smile, and then all of a sudden it faded and he left without a word.

"What's wrong, Rory?" Logan asks after his first couple sips of coffee.

"What? Oh…nothing. It's just…well, my friend Marty, you remember him, right?"

Logan nods his head and says, "Faintly."

"Right, well, he's just been acting so weird lately. He's being so… withdrawn."

"How come?"

"I don't know! If I knew, then it wouldn't be bothering me so much."

"Okay," Logan says, trying to be understanding. "Why don't you forget about him for today. Spend the day with me."

"What?"

"Come on, Ace, it'll be fun."

"I can't…I, I have to study."

"But it's Saturday."

"Yes, well, people do study on Saturdays you know."

"What people?"

"Umm…people…like me."

Logan rolls his eyes, grabs my hand, says, "Let's go!" and pulls me out the door.