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Author's Note: Wow, thanks for the great reviews guys! I'm glad you like it. Just a few quick comments for you:

Rebel lover: Thanks for the tip about anonymous reviews. I didn't know I had it disabled so I'm glad you told me!

Ash-the-great: Thanks for the review! Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I was under the assumption that Rory had slept with Logan before they were "official" as a couple. I just kind of gathered that from a few of the comments that were made in some of the episodes (like when Lane told her in the bookstore that she already slept with two guys or something). Anyway, not trying to be mean or anything, I really did appreciate the review! Just wanted to let you know where I was coming from so that you could see why I thought it was believable. Thanks again!

And as for the story, just one quick note. For this chapter, let's just pretend that Marty doesn't know that Logan and Rory are sleeping together. He may know that there's something going on but let's just assume he doesn't realize it's gone that far. You'll see why I say this soon (I hope). Oh, and italics are thoughts. Now, once again, without further ado:

The early morning sun shone through the window, making her glow with a seemingly unnatural beauty. He once again watched her sleep. The chaos inside his brain had been temporarily quieted by the previous night. He was enjoying the peace inside his head, and using his free time to simply watch her. He knew, in this early morning state, that he was falling for her. He knew there was no turning back. He knew that soon, he'd want to spend the rest of his life with her. Of course, he also knew that in a few hours, all of these thoughts would be chalked up to post-coital insanity and never ever repeated to another soul. His silent vigil was interrupted by the sound of a sharp rapping on her outside door. He temporarily considered waking her up, but he figured even then she'd still be in no mood to answer the door. Anyway, from the sound of the knocking, it seemed like Paris had just forgotten her key again. He grabbed his pants and headed for the door quickly so as not to wake Rory.

As he walked to the door, he noticed an assortment of shirts lying on the floor. He figured he should probably pick his up at some point. Yawning and running a hand through his hair, he opened the door to come face to face with Marty's very shocked expression. Well, that's certainly not Paris, he thought.

"Logan?" Marty asked, still clearly in shock. Apparently Rory has not told him about our extracurricular activities, he quipped to himself.

"Yeah, that's me. Can I help you?" he replied, slightly cranky from being yanked from his comfortable position next to Rory.

"Umm... yeah... I sort of... umm... left my coat here last night. Just looking for it because it's cold out," Marty stuttered out. Logan had a sneaking suspicion that this excuse wasn't the whole truth though. He was almost positive that Marty was checking up on Rory after leaving her alone with him last night.

"Well, do you want to come in and get it? Rory's still asleep and she doesn't have to be up for another half hour so I wasn't going to wake her," Logan informed him, also suddenly wondering when he had learned Rory's sleep schedule.

"Oh... well, she's normally up by now so I figured it would be ok. My first class is in 10 minutes."

"It's fine, why don't you just come get your coat then?" Logan told him, getting more annoyed by his presence almost every second. He stepped out of the doorway and let Marty through.

Logan watched Marty as he spotted Rory's and his shirts on the ground. The look of utter disappointment and jealousy gave Logan a sickening pang of satisfaction. When he reached the chair he had been sitting in the previous night, Marty quickly snatched his coat up from it, looking as if he was about to storm out. Just then, however, Rory's door creaked open. She exited the room in only Logan's undershirt and boxers. This was a custom he had grown semi-used to, seeing as she normally wore them when they woke up in the morning if they had been together the previous night. He didn't mind at all, he thought she looked more beautiful like that than any other way. Marty, however, did not seem to share his opinion. His face was one of nightmarish shock. Logan was slightly scared by the fact that Marty's face made him proud. What kind of man was Rory Gilmore turning him into?

Rory, however, was still oblivious to the whole scene playing out in front of her. It was early and she had not had her coffee yet, there was no way she could be coherent enough to realize what was going on. "Logan, I know you didn't run out on me because I'm wearing half your clothing, so where did you go?" she asked, before looking up to see Marty standing there with that horrid look on his face. "Oh... umm... hi Marty... what are you doing here?"

Marty tried to reply but all that came out was a sickened groan. Instead, he lifted his hand to indicate he came for his coat.

"Oh. I didn't even notice you'd left it, I'm sorry," she said, trying to seem casual. Logan made his way across the room to lean on the door frame next to her.

"I... I... I... have to...umm... get to class," Marty stammered out before he made a fast break for the door. He had closed the door (border lining on slamming it) before Rory could even get out "I'll call you later."

"Well, that was nice and awkward," Rory said, breaking the momentary silence.

"Yeah, I guess he didn't expect me to answer the door sans shirt," Logan quipped.

"Poor Marty..."

"Hey Ace, I'm not that revolting!" Logan teased.

"No... I mean, the other day, he told me that he liked me in more than a friends way. I shot him down but I didn't mean to rub my new relat... my sex life, in his face." Logan first noticed how Rory avoided the word relationship. He wasn't sure if this was for his benefit or hers. Then it hit him that she had just told him Marty had confessed his feelings for her. Half of him was filled with a smug satisfaction (and secret relief) that she had shot Marty down. The other half was teeming with jealousy. Both of these feelings had him completely baffled and in denial. He had to get away from her for a while, clear his head. She was turning him into... a boyfriend. Oh god he thought, I need to be hit upside the head with a large shovel! I am not boyfriend material.

"Well, you and I both need to get ready for class, so since all my clean clothes are at my place, I think I should go," he said, suddenly wishing that maybe he didn't have to leave (even though just seconds ago, he was dying to get out of there).

"Considering I'm still wearing half you clothing, I suppose I'll go change. Be right back," she replied, before slinking into her room. God she's gorgeous, he thought, as she walked away from him.

Moments later, she returned, fully clothed and handed him his clothing as well. "So we still on for tonight?" she asked perkily.

Half of him still thought he needed to get away from her for a while before he was completely ruined for all other women. But looking at her smiling at him, he couldn't say no. He couldn't watch the happiness fall off that face.

"Of course. How does 3:30 sound?" he conceded.

"Perfect. You want to meet me here or at your dorm?"

"Come to my place, that way I can't go missing from ya," he joked.

"Ok, I'll be there. Now one more thing before you go."

"A kiss?" he teased.

"Well, I was going to go with clothes for you, but a kiss works too," she replied, smiling slyly. As he happily bent down to kiss her, he realized that she wasn't like this with anyone else. So forward and sexy. It was something she did just for him. It made him wonder if maybe that meant she was falling for him too. But he couldn't wish that upon her, could he? He couldn't do commitment after all, and he certainly didn't want to break her heart. His thoughts, however, once again fled when their lips made contact and he enjoyed a few moments of simple pleasure. He finally pulled away, knowing they had to stop before they got too caught up.

"Alright Ace, since that was such a winning kiss, let me get dressed and then we can go for coffee," he promised her.

"My knight in shining armor!" she cheered as he walked into her room to get changed.

A short time later, they were walking down the pathway to the coffee kiosk, chatting lightly about random nothings. His thoughts had quieted again. She had that effect on him, granting a temporary reprieve from his thoughts of her. Funny how the only thing that could stop the thoughts was the girl that caused them to begin with. Eventually they had their coffee and were to the point where they had to head their separate ways.

"Well, I shall see you at 3:30, dear knight," she bantered, finally perked up completely by the coffee.

"Alright, m'lady, until then," he returned, kissing her hand for dramatic effect.

"You just better be on time, mister, or you're getting downgraded to rusty armor!" She lightly slapped his arm and smiled up at him. Her sparkling blue eyes shone with excitement and happiness. Her smile made him feel like there was nothing on earth that he'd rather see. She soon turned away from him, however and was walking down the hall. He watched her walk with that perfect sway of hers. She truly was unlike any other girl he'd ever met.

This girl is going to be the end of me.

Author's Note (2): Ok, so there it is, chapter 2. Like it, love it, despise it? Let me know! Oh, and I wasn't trying to be intentionally horrible to Marty in this chapter. I have nothing against him as a character but I needed to use him to display Logan's inner turmoil. Now remember, review for cookies!