Logan hangs up the phone for the fourth time that day. Either she wasn't there or she really did hate him. She hasn't been at the paper for a while. He's been there everyday since that their break up and not a sign of her. Paris had told him she's been feeling 'under the weather', but he knew the truth. It was his fault. Why did he have to be so weak? Yes, he stood up to his father, but he could have done something more. But he loved his father, and suddenly he was starting to question why? She was hurting, she is hurting and it was all on him. She skipped the paper, which she never did, because of him. He saw her once. She was walking to her car with what seemed to look like an over night bag. Her glow, her aura was gone. She didn't look the same. And suddenly he was starting to regret ever starting something with her. If they didn't start the no-strings attached thing, they wouldn't have become more. And if it wouldn't have become more, they wouldn't have fallen as hard as they did. And it would have never hurt this bad, on both their parts. Their debate outside her dorm they second time they met started it. He remembered that day perfectly. Never a girl he had ever met was able to keep up with him during a battle of wits like she did. He had struggled a bit during that debate, it was fun. And angry did work very well for her. The next series of events just intrigued him more. But the thing that was sealed the deal for him, the thing that made him fall deeply and truly in love with her was when she threw him a birthday party for his 22nd birthday. Usually he threw the party himself a party, which consisted of nothing much but alcohol, music, and alcohol. But she made sure everything was perfect for him; from the guest list (she knew he didn't like most of the people that came to his parties), to his favorite kind of food and alcohol, to his favorite cake, and his favorite music. Never had he had anyone care as much as she did to make everything so perfect for him. It was perfect, she was perfect, she is perfect. As he looked at everything she had done for him, that night he knew he loved her, he knew he would always love her. But regretfully it got messed up so bad.They were hit off track. He needed to talk to her, he needed to see her. He needed to feel her, to hold her. He needed to tell her he loved her and that he would always love her. Logan was broken of his t houghts by his partner in crime, Colin.

"Hey, Buddy. You called her again?" Colin asks as he sits next to Logan on the couch.

"Yup. And once again, no answer."

"She ignoring you?"

"Probably or knowing her she went to her moms."

"Comfort, I get it. Speaking of, do you need it?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Colin lets out a deep breath. "Thank you. Even though you do need it, I don't do that. However, somebody else is willing to do it for me."

"Who?" Logan asks unenthusiastically not wanting to know who it was.

"Our dear friend, Jose and our favorite Capitan, Morgan." Colin says holding up the bottles.

Logan turns to Colin. "Just who I needed to see."

They start the only that guys know how to deal with pain and how to comfort.

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Rory walks in to her dorm coming back from a very much needed visit to her mom. During the whole visit there was a lot of crying on Rory's part, she's all cried out now. Rory drops her bag in her room and walks out to see Paris.

"Hey. I thought I heard someone." Paris greets.

"Yup, just me."

"So…..how'd it go with your mom?" Paris asks concerned.

"It went fine." Rory sighs.

"How are you, with everything?"

"Do you ever wonder if lesbians got the right idea? Guys suck." Rory blurts out suddenly.

"Huh. You aren't turning-"

"No. But I am fed up with guys. I mean everything is perfect. The 'I love yous', the-"

"Sex." Paris cuts in.

"Yeah. And BAM, they're ready to take the first jet to California."

"Oh. So when you say guys suck, you mean Logan."

"Yeah, I thought you knew that. Anyways, I am so done with guys."

"So you're past the 'crying' stage and on to the 'screw you' stage."

"Yup. And I'm leaning towards the 'murder spree' stage." Rory starts walking toward the couch.

"Logan called."

Rory stops in her tracks.

"Four times actually. I wasn't here, so he left a message. I left them there for you." Paris continues.

"Thanks."

"Well, I'm going to Doyle's. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

Paris leaves. Rory walks to the machine and pushed the button to start the messages. She walks to sit on the couch. The first two were from her grandmother reminding her annoyingly about Friday night dinner. Logan's message starts to play:

"Rory, it's me. I know you hate me and that's ok because I'm not pretty fond of myself right now either. I know don't want to see me or talk to me-"

"Yup." Rory says out loud to the machine as she flips through a magazine.

"But I need to see you; to talk to you. I don't want to leave knowing that you hate me. I'm leaving in a couple of days. A little earlier than planned. So……..I hope I see you soon…….I love you…….Bye." The message ends.

Rory looks out into space, contemplating a little bit. Should she or shouldn't she. She still loves him, not matter what. She looks back at the magazine. Eh, maybe later.

A.N. I was bored tonight, so I decided to update. Maybe if I get enough reviews I'll update tomorrow. So please review. You guys are awesome.