Chapter Fifteen- Anything You Want

A/N: Sorry it took so long…I've had a wicked-horrible case of writer's block. Also, sorry it's so short. More will be coming soon, I promise.

Logan drove up to the house and sighed. Rory looked out the window at the huge house they sat in front of.

"So, this is your house?" She asked. Logan nodded.

"Yep…home sweet home."

"Cozy…" said, sarcastically.

Logan laughed. "Funny…Ready?" Rory nodded, and got out of the car. She once again looked up at the Huntzberger mansion, and shook her head. Logan joined her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

He pulled her close to him, and kissed her. "For good luck," he said.

Rory smiled. "I need your luck now?"

"No, that was for me," he replied. He quickly kissed her again, before approaching the door.

He took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

Dinner wasn't at all what they had expected. She was Rory Gilmore. The granddaughter of Richard and Emily. Why were they reacting this way?

"A girl like Rory doesn't know what it takes to be in a family like this, Logan," Shira warned her son. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"We're leaving," he said, taking Rory's hand, and walking towards the front door.

"Why don't they think I'm good enough?"

"Rory…"

"I mean…I'm a Gilmore…a-and they don't seem to have a problem with Josh."

Tears began to form in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she had heard. She loved Logan, but...what if his family had more influence over him then she thought? Would this be the end of everything?

He hated seeing her upset like this. He hated that his family did this. "That's because Josh isn't marrying the heir to the Huntzberger fortune! You are!"

Logan stopped. Oh my god…what did I just say? "I-I have to get out of here."

He opened the door, and walked outside, down the steps, and across the driveway.

Rory stood helpless in the entryway. She finally found energy to go after him, slamming the door on the way out.

"Logan, wait! Please…" she called. Logan slowed down. "Please don't walk away," she said, her voice breaking. Finally, the tears came.

Logan turned and saw her crying. "Rory…" He said, walking towards her. He pulled her into a tight embrace; her head against his chest, stroking her hair.

"Please don't walk away," she repeated.

Logan winced at the thought. "Never," he assured her. "Rory, look at me," he said, pushing her head up to look at him.

"I love you…you know that. It's just…we've never talked about marriage before, and…when I said that, I freaked. I'm sorry. I'm sorry about my crazy family. They're crazy."

"You don't want to marry me?" She asked; her voice small.

"Of course I do…someday. If I propose, I want it to be for the right reasons, and at the right time. Not because our families scared us into it," he said before leaning down and kissing her gently. "And trust me…they'll come around. They're just kind of…shocked at the moment. Give them a day or two, and it'll be fine," he said.

She smiled, and leaned against him. "Let's go," she said. "I'm tired."

Logan smiled, and began walking towards the car, his arm still wrapped tightly around Rory.

"I want you to stay with me tonight..." she said quietly.

"Anything you want…" he whispered, kissing the top of her head.