Logan hated himself. He hated that Rory left. He hated himself even more for putting himself in the position to be left. He had never felt like this before.
He went back to the bar and watched Rory and Robert, that asshole, Robert, he couldn't tell what she saw in him. He just let her words replay in his head. "Okay, then. I have to go. I have a date. Enjoy the rest of the party." After about half an hour, he got sick of watching them and left. He never even gave a second thought to Whitney.
He wandered around campus, not paying attention to where he was going. He didn't stop until he passed the coffee stand that he and Ace had had so many conversations and arguments. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of her face when she got near coffee. He needed to see her. To smell her. To taste her. He ran towards Branford Hall, and prayed that Paris would be in a good enough mood to let him in.
It turned out that Paris and Doyle were spending the night at his dorm, so Logan went around to Rory's window and waited for her light to come on. Around 1:00 AM, Logan was bathed in light coming from Rory's window. He stood up and tapped it gently. She looked up from her dresser, where she was getting something to sleep in, and scowled at him. He looked at her pleadingly and she finally relented and opened the window enough to talk through.
"Why are you here, Logan?
"I don't know" was his only reply.
"Well, what are you doing?"
"I don't know."
"Well, what do you know, Logan?"
He had to think about this question. There were so many possible responses he could throw at her, and he couldn't decide which one would help him get through to her.
"I know that I hated seeing you with Robert and that I've never felt like that before and that I never want to feel like that ever again."
"What are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know." He said, then realized what he had to say.
"Did you know that I've been pretending that every girl I went out with was you since you're grandparent's wedding?" He blurted.
"No. But that won't change anything. You can't do commitment, or have you just forgotten that little aspect of our situation?"
"No, but now I think that it was more me not wanting a commitment than not actually being able to be committed."
"And…" Rory questioned.'
"And now I think I want it."
"Oh really?" she said in disbelief.
"Yeah." He said.
"Well, do you want to come in?"
"Yeah, but let me through the door this time, I'm too tired to try the window tonight."
"OK"
Rory went around to the common room and unlocked the door for him. When he got there, he just stood in the open doorway and they looked at each other questioningly. She moved towards him and asked, "What does all this mean?"
"Well, it means that I want strings, as long as you want them."
"Yeah, I want them."
He gave her his patented Huntzberger smirk, and their lips met in the most passionate kiss they'd shared since the wedding.
When they came up for air, he said, "So, me, boyfriend."
"Yep."
"And you, girlfriend."
"Yep."
They went over to the couch and cuddled while watching some random TV channel. Neither of them cared what was on; they were more interested in just being together. After a few minutes of this, he settled back and pulled her back and he buried his face in her strawberry- scented hair.
"I don't know how to do this. You're gonna have to help me figure this 'commitment' thing out."
"I think I can handle that." She retorted.
"And I'm probably not gonna be very good at it at first."
"That's okay."
She snuggled up to him again, and they just let their breathing come together naturally. After a while, he sat up and said,
"So this means I can beat up Robert now, right?"
"Nope, he's the reason we're together now, and you wouldn't want to hurt the thing that helped you realize what you really want, now would you?" she replied jokingly.
"I guess not. But how is this different from what we were doing before?"
"Well, you get to kiss me whenever you want." She said as she brought her mouth to his.
"Sounds good." He murmured.
"And things more than kissing." She whispered as he showered her neck with kisses.
"Really? When do we get to do those things?" he questioned.
"Hmmmmm, now is good for me, how 'bout you?"
"Woooohoooo!" he exclaimed as he jumped off the couch.
"Woohoo?" Rory asked.
"Well, I had to say something."
"Or you could have just kissed me."
"I wasn't sure you would want me to."
"Come here." Rory said, then pulled him into a kiss.
