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Chapter 9: The dare

"Can we go now?"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"So what about no-"

"-Shut up Finn!" Colin hissed as his hands flew up in the air.

The Australian looked at him with big eyes. "What? I don't understand why we can't go; we have been here for like three hours!"

"Finn," Steph said and shook her head. "We have been here for like an hour."

"62 minutes to be correct," Jason said as he looked at his watch.

"Huh," the Australian answered and took a sip of his drink. "Feels much longer,"

"For once I have to agree with Finn," Rosemary said and tried to ignore Finn's huge smile. "Why can't we just go? Our parents aren't here and after all, it isn't out grandparents' party. If another guy asked me to come check out his new car, I think I'll die."

"She is right!" Finn said and he held his glass up in the air.

"So you are just going to ditch us?" Jason asked and pouted.

Finn and Rosemary looked at each other. "Yeah."

"You guys are mean!" Rory pouted just like her brother. "One day we are going to get you back for this!"

"I'm sorry Ror, but I'm bored. Really really bored. Watching jeopardy with my grandmother is more fun than this." She gave her a slight smile as she grabbed Finn's hand and headed for the door.

"Traitors!" Rory called after them.

"Finn! Rose! Guys, come on!" Jason yelled as he ran after them, hoping to get them to stay.

"We'll stay Ror," Steph said and laid a hand on her friend's shoulder.

Colin's eyes widened. "We will?" Steph slapped him none to gently. "Ouch! What?"

"Urgh," Rory groaned and shook her head and headed for the bar, Logan hot on her heels. "Give me something strong," she said to the bartender.

"Trying to get drunk, Ace?"

"Anything that helps me not feel," she answered and turned to look at him. "You can go if you want, you don't have to stay."

"Why would I do that, when you're here?" he asked with a smile.

"Because you are bored out of your mind?"

"Not when you are here," he assured her.

"All right. But when you officially feel like you want to commit suicide rather than be here, don't say I didn't give you a chance to get away," she joked and drowned the drink the bartender had handed her. "So, come on," she said to Logan and grabbed his hand.

"Where are we going?" he asked smiling.

She turned back to him and gave him a slight smile. "You'll see," she said as he led her to a room. They quickly went in and Rory closed the door behind them.

Logan looked around surprised, a smirk on his face. "What is this?"

"This-" she began and looked at the pink room. "-is the room my grandmother made for me."

"When you were eight?" he asked amused, his eyes trained on the huge Justin Timberlake poster.

"Sixteen actually." She shrugged at Logan's wide eyes. "She wanted to do something nice for me. I would have preferred 50 bucks over a pink room, but what the hell?"

"Well, it is pretty, you know, if you perhaps were just a little younger," he said.

"You should see Jason's. They even painted the superman logo on the walls and got him a superman costume. My mom mocks him with it every day." She shook her head smiling. "And at least now I have a place to hide at these parties."

"Yeah, they can be pretty bad, huh?"

"Pretty?" she raised an eyebrow. "Usually my mom is here too, so I have someone to make fun of people with, but she and Luke had to celebrate their anniversary."

"Lucky her."

"Tell me about it," she mumbled as she sat down on the bed. "I mean, Friday night dinners I can take, but these parties… Though you being here did make it slightly easier to take."

He took a step closer to the bed and her, and gave her a smile. "Well, I'm glad. And I must say, you too make things a little funnier. Now I don't have to listen to Finn hit on Rose or Colin trying to sweet-talk Steph. I sincerely thank you."

Rory laughed and shook her head. "You know, when I first met you I thought you would turn out to be an arrogant asshole."

Her voice was nonchalant, but he knew she didn't mean anything bad about it. Still he feigned offend and crossed his arms over his chest. "Thanks?"

"It didn't turn out that way, though," she added with a smile as she stood up from the bed and walked closer to him. "Actually, you are quite all right."

He raised an eyebrow. "Then you are quite all right too."

"And you are cute," she said, smirking.

"I knew it!" he said happily and slowly stepped closer, rapping an arm around her waist. "You are pretty cute yourself."

"Thank you," she said in a formal voice.

He in response simply grinned and looked into her blue eyes. "If I were to kiss you in about ten seconds, would you kiss me back?"

"And here I thought you were a risk-taker, Huntzberger," Rory joked.

"That wasn't an answer."

"It was my answer. I guess you'll just have to take the chance and see," she said teasingly.

His hands tightening on her waist as he pulled her body as close as he could. "I guess I'll just have to do that," he said grinning.

She grinned back at him, leaning closer and closer until their faces were only a few inches apart. Her one hand snaked up his back and up in his blonde hair, her fingers playing softly with it.

"You know," she began, her eyes drifting from his to his lips. "I think there has past more than ten seconds. Maybe even twenty, you really should do something."

He let out a laugh and quickly pulled her lips to his. They met gently at first, the kiss unbelievingly sweet, their lips moving slowly against each other, until Logan began to deepen it. His one hand cupped the back of her head while he ran his tongue along her lower lip. She parted her lips slightly and their tongues met immediately.

They stood there for a while, simply enjoying each other. When the need for oxygen became too much and the spinning of their heads became stronger, they pulled apart and stared into each others eyes.

"Definitely worth the risk," Logan said grinning, his voice husky and out of breath.

Rory smiled softly as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her again, crashing her lips onto his. He responded immediately, his hands trailing up and down her spine, making her shiver.

"God damn it Logan! Where the hell are you?"

Rory quickly pulled away as she heard the familiar voice. As she tried to wipe the lip gloss on Logan's lips off, the door opened and revealed a clearly pissed off Colin.

"Colin, hey," Rory said as she forced on a smile.

The male brunette looked at Rory with narrowed eyes, then back at his blonde friend. "What are you two doing here, alone?" he asked quietly.

"Hiding from my grandmother," Rory said a little too quickly. "There is something seriously wrong when your grandmother would be happy seeing you jump a guy."

Colin raised an eyebrow at Logan, silently asking for an explanation.

"Her grandmother wants her to marry this guy…" he trailed off and he shook his head.

"Oh. Tristan, right?" Colin asked.

Rory nodded her head. "Right. So unless I'm prepared to either get engaged to Tristan or tell my grandmother off, I'm staying here."

"So," Logan said slowly as a silence fall to the room. "You were looking for me? What's up?"

"Jason got Finn and Rosemary to stay," he began.

"So?"

"On one condition. Rose was aloud to go home if the guys became too gross, and Finn was aloud to get drunk," he continued annoyed. "And he sure did. Right now Jason is downstairs trying to keep him from hopping on Emily's coffee-table and singing his version of 'I Will Survive'."

Logan winched. "You need help. Got it," he said with a quick nod of his head.

"You need my help?" Rory asked as the boys were half-way out the door.

"We are having enough trouble getting Finn to stop hitting on Steph and Rose. But sure, come on down and give us more trouble," Colin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I got the message," she said calmly as she walked to the bed and laid down. "Well, have fun." She gave him a too sweet smile.

Colin looked pissed at her, but her face remained smiling, her eyes almost glowing. He shook his head, cursed under his breath before disappearing out the room. "Come on Huntz!"

Logan looked back at Rory for a minute, smiling widely and winking at her before he followed Colin.

Rory could do nothing but lean back in the bed and smile happily. She had to be going crazy, insane, 'cause she was seriously happy that she had attended her grandmother's party.

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At eleven o'clock Rory had finally left the party and was sitting on her bed in her room.

She hadn't really spoken to Logan since they kissed, since he had been busy watching Finn for the rest of the party. The Australian had been out of control and even went so far to hit on her grandmother. Though it did leave Emily disgusted and grossed out, Rory had taking great pleasure in watching it, as had her brother and the rest of her friends.

A smile appeared on her face as she remembered her grandmother's face. Wide eyes, mouth open. It was a clear Kodak moment, too bad she didn't have a camera. What her mother wouldn't have giving to see that.

Lying back in her bed, she stared at the ceiling. Though that moment was great, it wasn't the best. One particular moment kept repeating itself in her head. One certain blonde-haired brown-eyed guy kept appearing in her head.

She shook her head, trying to get the picture out of her mind, but she knew it was not likely to happen. She had to do something, take her mind of him and the events that had happened.

She stood up quickly from her bed and walked over to her desk, turning on her laptop. She waited unpatiencely, her fingers tapping the table before she began working on an article.

"At least Paris will be pleased," she mumbled to herself as her fingers hit the keyboard.

Less than a half hour later she was bored. Her mind was somewhere else and she could not concentrate. In 24 minutes she had been able to write about 8 lines and all of it sounded like crap.

Sighing, she turned the laptop off again and stood up. No, working wasn't going to help.

Only one thing could.

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With a sight Logan popped down on the couch and made himself comfortable.

No one like Finn could make you have such a tiresome night. His night had been spent chasing the Australian all around the house while being discreet, something that was not easy. When he had made a move on Emily, Logan didn't know what to do. It hadn't even occurred to him that his dark-haired friend would do something like that. Dance on the table, sing with his horrible voice, but hit on the host…. But then again, Emily was a redhead… Either way, Logan was pissed. If Emily didn't already despise him, having a drunk Australian friend would surely only make things worse.

Not only was Finn going to pay for that, but also for keeping him away from Rory. The rest of the night they hadn't spoken one word to each other, only glanced at each other a few times. He was unsure of what the kiss, or kisses, meant to her. After all, he didn't even know her that well. Maybe she was just that kind of girl who liked to tease boy. Kiss, flirt and make the guys crazy, without any of it really meaning anything to her.

But something inside of him told him that wasn't true. And he knew for sure he didn't want it to be.

A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts and he quickly looked at his watch. 11. 09.

"Finn, if it's you, I'm beating you to death with a pan!" he yelled as he stood up, walked to the door and quickly opened it.

Instead of the dark-haired Australian like he had expected, he was met by a pair of blue eyes.

Rory.

She stood leaning against the doorframe casually, a faint smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling slightly. Instead of the blue dress she had worn earlier than evening, she was now wearing a black tank top and a dark denim-skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees.

He couldn't help but think that in even such casual clothes she looked absolutely amazing.

"I guess Finn is not going to die today then," Rory joked, referring to his previous statement. "But with Finn, you never know, right?"

"Ace," he said, ignoring her comment, actually not even hearing it. "I see you got out of that fancy dress."

"Yeah. It wasn't really my style," she said and shrugged.

Logan nodded his head. "You looked great though."

"Thanks," she said, the smile on her lips widening by his words.

"Anyway… What are you doing here?"

She jerked her shoulders. "I was bored and I figured this was the place to come if I wanted some fun. Of course Finn would have been a great choice too, but for some reason I'm pretty sure he is nursing a hangover right now."

He gave her a smile and nodded his head. "Come on in Ace," he said as he held the door open and she quickly walked in.

"Soooo," she began as she looked back at him. "Is Colin here?" she asked as she sat down on the couch, quickly searching the room for the brown-hired guy.

Logan shook his head and joined her on the couch. "Nah. Said something about Steph and then ran off in a hurry."

"Meaning right now he is off having hot sex with Steph at her dorm. Guess I'm lucky I didn't go to her dorm," Rory said and shook her head as images began to appear in her head.

"That you are," Logan assured her. "So, you want something to drink?"

Rory shook her head and turned to face him, her legs crossed and her hands in her lap. "I'll play you for it in a game of truth and dare," she said and raised an eyebrow. "Rules: If you refuse to tell the truth, you take on shot. If you refuse to do a dare, you take two. If you tell the truth, the other person takes a shot. If you do the dare, two shots."

"You do realize we are only two, right?"

Rory smiled wickedly. "Doesn't matter, with me here it's bound to be fun!"

"You really are bored," Logan said but nodded his head. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said without pausing.

Logan seemed to think for a second then looked her in the eye. "Are you a virgin?" he asked even though he was almost sure of the answer. She didn't exactly have the innocent vibe about her.

Rory let out a laugh. "Listen Huntz, that ship sailed a long time ago."

"Guess you'll have to bye the next guy a sweater then," the blonde said jokingly, not sure if he should be pleased with the answer, annoyed or simply shouldn't care.

Rory simply smiled back at him. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"This is going to be boring, isn't it?" the brunette said, mocking hurt as she sighed. "Right. So Mr Popular…." She began, earning a look from Logan.

"Mr Popular?"

"Dude, you can't even be friends with a girl without other girls being jealous. Actually, I have to admit, I've gone down from drinking coffee four times a day to three. Simply because I'm afraid of being attacked my crazy bitches when I go outside. I would call that being popular," she explained, rambling on. "Besides, I know a little about the topic myself. After all, guys fall at my feet." She smiled proudly at him.

"Let's get this show on the road and just ask me something Ms Popular," Logan said with a shake of his head.

"All right. Ever… Been in love?" she asked and watched as Logan froze for a second. Suddenly becoming more interested.

"I, um…" he stuttered then quickly stood up and grabbed a bottle of vodka and took a tip.

"No fun," Rory pouted. "Now, tell me."

"I just took a shot, I don't have to tell you," Logan protested as he sat down again and placed the bottle on the coffee-table. "You made the rules, not me."

She quickly shook her head. "No. Those rules applied for me, not you. Rules for you are…" she paused and then snapped her fingers. "Just do as I say."

"You are a sneaky little on, aren't you?" Logan said as he narrowed his eyes. When she didn't give up, he sighed. "Once. I think I was in love once," he said as he shrugged nonchalant, avoiding her eyes.

"I can understand why you would be unsure about that. I mean, that strange feeling in your stomach, that crazy smile that always appears on your face, your mind constantly on the other person ect. ect." Rory rolled her eyes and looked firmly at him.

"I. Am. Not. Sure," Logan said again.

She shook her head, but accepted his answer. "The girl in the picture?"

"That is two questions," Logan said with a smirk.

"Damn!" she exclaimed. "But really, you have to do as I say…" She trailed off and raised her eyebrow. But when she saw the look on Logan's face, a look of dread, she decided to let it go for now. "Dare. Give me a dare."

Logan shot her a look, then thought for a moment. A serious look was on his face as he turned to her and leaned closer, his face not more than an inch for hers. "I dare you to…"

"Logan?" Rory asked softly, her eyes locked on his brown ones.

"…Kiss me."