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A/N: I don't know if this chapter is any good, but I think I like the way it turned out. Lots of Marty in it. I never liked the idea of him and Rory together, but I liked him as a person, and I like the way he came out in this chapter. I haven't had much inspiration and I don't really know what way I want the story to go. Thanks for bearing with me. Also, thanks for the reviews (those of you who have, anyway.) I am more likely to update quickly if I get reviews, and if anyone has any suggestions of where they want the story to go, feel free to suggest. I can't make any promises, but I'll try to incorporate your ideas. Oh yea, and one question. How do people want this story to end? I have two endings in my head at the moment, and I have no idea which one I want to go with. One will make for a slightly shorter story. I'm not going to say what they are, exactly, as to not spoil it whichever one I end up going with. But, do people have any preference? Would you prefer a sweet happy ending? Or something with a slightly more bittersweet ending? Anyway, sorry for this freakishly long A/N. I just had a lot I wanted to say. Now, on to the story.
Chapter 4"Thanks again for bringing me tonight. It's good to have friends who share your interests. I'll see you later, Marty, and I'll try to have your paper back to you tomorrow."
Marty smiled. "Ok, that sounds good. I had a lot of fun tonight, but you seemed a little bit distracted for a while there. Did I do something?"
She looked at him. "Oh, no, Marty, you didn't do anything. It wasn't you; there was just one guy there who wouldn't leave me alone." He started to ask her something but she cut him off.
"I mean," she said, in a tone that was becoming increasingly more agitated, "who does Logan think he is? Following me there and expecting me to drop everything for him? It's not enough that he has to bother me while we're both here, oh no. He has to go everywhere I go, just to frustrate me! Huh!" She took a moment to breathe. When she looked back at Marty, she had an embarrassed look on her face.
"I'm sorry, I just…"
He interrupted her. "It's ok, I understand. In high school, I had the biggest crush on this one girl. Everyone knew it, but I still went out of my way to point out things about her that annoyed me. I guess I was just in denial. Now I realize that I shouldn't have been so worried about my pride. I don't want to ever have to wonder what would have happened if I had just opened up, you know? I completely understand you, but maybe you should just give him a chance."
"What? No, Marty, you have it completely wrong. I don't like Logan! He's an obnoxious, egotistical…"
"Rory, stop it. You know that I like you, and while I'd rather the object of your affection be me rather than Logan, I'm not completely blind. It is so completely obvious that you two are into each other. And you are a really cool person. Let me just say that he has extremely good taste. You don't have to protect me. I know that you like him, ok, and I don't want you to be unhappy simply to protect my feelings or your own pride. I know that you're afraid of getting hurt, but I think it's a risk that you should be willing to take. Before you try to convince me that I'm wrong, I'm gonna go. See you later, and I hope you figure out what you want. Everyone else already has."
Rory watched him, speechless, as he walked away. Was it really that obvious? I'm not doing a very good job at hiding my feelings, am I. It was more of a statement than a question. Am I actually willing to admit that I have feelings for this guy? I guess there's no point in my hiding it anymore. And yet, at the same time, I don't want to make it too easy for Logan either. If he's serious about his feelings for me, which I think he is, after tonight, then he's not going to give up on us. Is there even an "us? Ok, I'm seriously over-analyzing this. That was one of the problems with being extremely intelligent; she tended to think things through so incredibly thoroughly that there was never any spontaneity to anything. Where's the fun in that? She thought as she closed the door to her dorm behind her.
"Paris, you here?" She yelled as she was hanging up her jacket.
"Yes, my dear?" A very fake, high-pitched falsetto answered her call. She turned to see Finn in the middle of the common room.
"Paris let me in. Apparently, my charm still works on someone."
"Finn, what are you doing here?"
"I was told to give this to you." He handed her an envelope, with her name neatly written on the front. "Now, my duty is done, I must depart."
Before she could ask him what the letter held, he was out the door.
She was curious what the letter held, but she wanted to get some work done before she read it. She pulled Marty's paper out of her bag and sat down to read it. She was about halfway through it when she picked up the envelope. And put it down again. Just have to get through Marty's paper first, then I'll read it. Two sentences later, she had dropped his paper on the little table in the common room and was opening the envelope. She opened the letter and recognized Logan's handwriting, which was slightly tilted and very distinctive. Like him, she thought, as she read what he'd written.
Rory,
Interesting night, wasn't it. Even though you didn't seem particularly overjoyed at my presence, I really do hope that you enjoyed yourself tonight. You deserve to be happy. You are an amazing person. I give Marty props for realizing that. But that wasn't the reason I wrote this. I need you to know that I honestly do have feelings for you, and that everything I've done has been with true intentions. I would never try to play you or use you at all. I need you to know that. And, despite the fact that I think you have feelings for me, I am not going to continue to push you. I thought that after tonight you would realize that I am serious, but apparently I was wrong. If you aren't going to give me a chance, then I don't want to continue to keep bothering you. Though I still care about you, I don't want to be a nuisance to you, and based on how you've acted towards me, I feel that that is exactly what I've been. I don't want you to resent me for pushing you to do anything. You realize that I have done my part. I did everything in my power to make this happen, and yet I fell short. I hope you don't feel that I am responsible for the absence between us, for I have tried to transform it into something. I wish you well, and I hope you know that there is someone out there that cares. I hope that you make the right choices in your life.
-Logan
She didn't realize that she was crying until she saw the writing blur from her tears.