Title: Another Round
Chapter 4, WIP
Rating: PG
Parings: Rory/Logan with some Rory/Jess (later on)
Spoilers: Nov 8th's episode
Disclaimer: We forgot to mention no profit is being made from this story. All rights and characters are owned by the genius mind of Amy Sherman-Palladino and her writers and the WB. If you want to sue me, I'm in debt…so I'm not sure, but perhaps that would mean you could pay part of my debt for me. LOL

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It was Rory's turn to look like she might pass out. She walked around the room, gathering her things in a zombie-like style. She felt like the biggest jerk. She still wanted to see him. She didn't want this to be like a final good-bye. She decided that trying to talk to him right now would be a bad idea, and pulled a piece of paper out of her purse, and a pen. She sat down at his desk and started to write...

Logan,

Please don't hate me. I don't want this to be one of those relationships that ends in bad terms and if we ever were to bump into each other, that we glare at each other, or avoid each other, or are mean to each other. Please, don't do any of those. This is one of three relationships that i've been in, in my life. It meant a lot to me. I'm sorry that you I wouldn't let you see other people, while we were together. I apologize for all the regrets you must have. Maybe we can finish this conversation if you ever cool down. If not, it was good. Have fun...with...the many ladies out there.

She started to write 'Love', and realized that that would probably be too soon, and just wrote 'Rory'. She didn't want him to find the note right away and just tear it up without reading it, so she stuck it under his pillow.

She grabbed her bag, and walked out the door, taking one last look at him, as he cracked a joke with Finn, and poured himself a glass of water.

As soon as Rory left, Logan put the phone down, no reason acting to a non-existant audience he thought bitterly. How could she do this? I loved her, she was the only girl that I could ever really say that about. He sighed loudly and slumped on the couch. Flipping aimlessly through the tv channels trying not to think about her, and how she had been sitting there next to him only a few hours ago.

Five minutes later, Rory slammed on her brakes at a stop sign and cursed at her steering wheel. She had forgotten The Subsect on Logan's couch. Now wasn't that just the icing on the cake? She hadn't finished reading it. She had to go back and get it. She also didn't want Logan to open it up and find the notes she had written the margins. She had to go back and get it! She flipped a U, and drove back towards his house, in a rush, worried she would get there too little, too late.

Logan finally gave up and through the remote control across the room. "Shit!" he swore. He got up and walked into the kitchen to look for something to eat just to give him something to do, he opened the fridge and slammed it shut. "Dammit!" he yelled at no one in particular. He rubbed his face grabbed his jacket and his keys and decided to go out, away from this place. He opened up the front door and almost walked into Rory who was standing nervously on the porch. "Wha?" he asked and then before she could answer or do anything, he pulled her to him and kissed her with everything he had. He pulled away, "Please tell me you changed your mind." he begged as he searched her eyes.

"You mean a set of twins isn't enough for you?" Rory asked, uncomfortably. "I, um, forgot my...toothbrush. I forgot my toothbrush, my favorite one, you mind if I...?" She didn't wait for an answer and she quickly ran past him, through the kitchen, and into the living room, where she attacked the couch, trying to find it before he caught her. But it wasn't there. Where could it be? Under the couch? Maybe he'd already thrown it away? She heard his footsteps and took off running through his room, and into his bathroom, where she pretended to grab a toothbrush and place it in her bag.

"It was on the coffee table," he said simply as he tossed it across his bed toward her. "And you do know stealing is a crime in this state, so I would like it if you put my toothbrush back before you go." He walked out of his room and out of his house and to his car and sat there not sure what to do. She doesn't want me. The thought kept playing through his head.

Rory placed the book in her purse, and removed the toothbrush and put it back by his bathroom sink. She walked outside the front door, and got in her car. She noticed that he was sitting in his car, too. They were sitting in their cars, facing one another. Without even thinking about it, Rory pulled out her cell phone, dialed a number and waited as it rang. She watched him as he looked around in his car.

Logan pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the caller id. Rory He looked over at her sitting in her car gesturing for him to answer. He picked it up. "What now? Did you put the toothbrush back, I'd hate to have to call the cops for a $3 toothbrush, isn't that a violation of your parole?" he asked sounding bitter.

"Yes, I put the toothbrush back," She nodded. "I think your hedges need trimming."

"Fine, I'll let the gardener know," and he snapped his phone closed and became entranced with his steering wheel.

Rory sighed at the sound of the dial tone. She redialed the number and honked her horn at him, daring him to answer. He did, surprisingly enough. "Corduroy. What are your thoughts on corduroy? Did you know that it was originally created because construction workers were getting splinters, so they thought maybe if they made lines run that way, that they would prevent the splinters. Apparently they didn't consider the fact that splinters can run either way."

Logan gave her a "what the hell" look through his windshield. "Don't you have someplace to be?" he asked her curtly. "Or do you just want to continue to drive that knife in my back?"

She turned on her mist thingy, and turned her windshield wipers on. "Am I really...? I'm sorry. I'm not trying to. I just can't...not ever talk to you...ever again... I can't do that."

"You made that decision didn't you?" Logan asked knowing that Rory's mist was blocking him from seeing her face and her from seeing his. He didn't want her to see how sad he looked at that moment.

She turned her windshield wipers up. "I didn't make the decision that we would never speak again!"

"No, you made that decision when you told me that we were over." he yelled into the phone and slammed his hand down on the steering wheel causing the horn to honk. "This is ridiculous" he said and prepared to hang up again.

She turned her windshield wipers off, and stared at the water streaming down her window. "Don't hang up," She whispered, and wiped at her face, feeling like her front window must have felt. "I agree with you. This," Rory took a deep breath, "is ridiculous. Us doing...whatever it is what we're doing, does not mean that I don't want to talk to you, or see you. If that's the decision you're making...well, then I guess I can't really stop you..."

Logan decided that he couldn't take this anymore, he got out of his car and clicked his phone closed and walked over to her door and opened it. "What do you want?" he asked her, "how do you want us to be. I know I don't want to be without you, but you said it was over." He waited, trying his best to be patient.

Rory looked at him. "Friends without benefits? I don't know, Logan. I don't know. I just... I will miss you. If we don't ever speak again, and this is it. I will miss you." She looked at her steering wheel, and eventually just lay her forehead onto it. "I'm sorry. I suck. Go ahead and hate my guts. Good bye."

"Rory," his voice was strained, "after that speech you gave me, after the Birkin bag, after everything we've been through, you think all that this was, was committed friends with benefits?" he asked exasperated. "I thought you said you needed a relationship," his throat was getting dry, "and I told you I would try to be a good boyfriend. And then you say that you don't want to be friends with benefits, but just friends...I thought..." he couldn't continue and looked away.

"Logan!" She exclaimed into her steering wheel. "No. No, no no. Don't think that. Oh my god. Do you think that? Really? No!" She shook her head, lifted it and slammed it into her steering wheel, causing the horn to honk. "No! I am not saying that our relationship was just friends with benefits. No. Our relationship had nothing to do with sex. I mean, there was sex, yes, but I wasn't there for the sex. And I certainly don't think you were, at least I hope not..." She rambled off. "And, really, you can stop faking being crushed, because you have a double date tonight, don't you? You're sure to get laid," She said referring to his previous phone conversation.

Logan swallowed and took a breath, "right. yeah...except for a phone to work it needs to be turned on, Ace." he said matter-of-factly, not explaining much at all to her. He decided to give up the macho attitude, and went with honesty, "you were my first real girlfriend, and right now I just don't know what to do, I thought...I don't know what I thought but I didn't think you were going to just give up on us like this..." he looked at his watch. "I have to go, send me a change of address card or something." he said and turned back toward his car. "I love you," he said quietly hoping that she wouldn't hear him and walked back toward his car.

She was stunned. Was she giving up?...Yeah, she was. He hadn't done anything wrong, really. Besides being an #$ to Jess. But she couldn't run back to Jess. Could she? Who says he'd even want her back? How could she just do this to Logan? And he...wow... She felt like such a hypocrite. "I'm...not giving up," She called after him. "Wait, Logan," She said a little louder, and tried to get out of her car, but nearly fell out when she realized she was still buckled in. She quickly unbuckled herself, and climbed out. "Logan, wait!" She caught up to him, just as he sat down in his car and closed his door. She re-opened his door. "I'm not giving up. Okay? I'm just... asking for... a pause? Can we just pause so I can figure some things out? If this is going to... work... at all... I'm going to need help. I just need to think, before I decide things."

to be continue…