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By the way, I'm sorry for this late update, but school is really hard and I have lots of homework. And then I of course have to hang out with my new friends and all. I swear, the last few weekend I've been partying non-stop. Lol. Anyway, enough excuses, right? On with the story, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Oh, and review! Please!

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Chapter 13: The Cabin

The rest of the night went by quite quickly. All of the girls were in tears, even Paris, when they watched 'A Walk To Remember'. Hell, even Finn cracked a tear, which, when you think about it, really wasn't so surprising. The rest of the guys watched dumbfound and tried to do the best they could at comforting the girls. However they did promise to mock Finn to the end of days for his little 'cry show'. His answer was that he didn't care; he was very secure in his manhood. Of course.

When the clock had turned twelve the next morning both Rosemary and Finn were gone. Surprisingly enough Finn had been able to get himself up before noon, probably because he still was acting like a puppy dog, following Rosemary around everywhere. And well, the sun wasn't really that bright yet, anyway. Paris had also disappeared, even earlier actually, to some place unknown, only mumbling something about 'a damn boy'.

"That is just the saddest movie ever!" Steph stated with a sniff as she stuffed her overnight bag with her nightclothes, toothbrush and other things.

"And completely unrealistic," Colin added.

She snapped her eyes to his and asked incredulous, "Unrealistic?"

Logan and Jason both shook their head of their friend's foolishness. Didn't he know that guys weren't supposed to tell girls those kinds of things?

"Well, yeah," Colin said as if it was obvious. "Isn't it kind of weird that after just spending a little time with the girl, he falls completely in love with her and he chooses her over all his friends? And then of course she had leukaemia, which she had been able to keep hidden from him. Then to top it all off, he marries her even when he knows she is going to die!" The brunette shook his head. "It's just weird."

"No," Steph said. "That is romantic. Come on, she wanted more than anything to be married in the church where her mother and father was married, and he gave her that."

"I agree completely," Rory said as she came out of the bathroom, just soon enough to hear Colin and Steph's statements.

Her Spongebag pyjamas pants and her tight washed tank top were now gone. Instead she was wearing a pair of tight black pants, that fitted her body and ass perfectly, and a black top with one of her famous fishnet tops over, this time a deep red one with long sleeves.

Logan couldn't help but let his eyes travel down her body not once but two times. The pyjamas made her look incredible cute, especially with her hair all messy, but it held nothing to this. He loved nothing more than seeing her body in tight clothes. Call him a hormone crazed teenager, but it was true. And besides, he could have sworn he saw Colin give her a look-over and smirk slightly.

"Colin, give it up. The guy married her, nothing you can say will make a difference," Logan said with a laugh, as he forced himself to stop thinking about her. Her brother was, after all, standing right next to him.

"See, a smart one," Steph said and winked at Logan.

"That guy knows when talk is wanted and when talk isn't wanted," Rory agreed with her as she nodded her head.

Logan couldn't help but wonder if there was any double meaning to her words. He shrugged it off.

"Let's go," Colin told Steph half-serious as he grabbed her bag that laid on the floor. "When you guys begins to think that Logan, Logan Huntzberger, is a better guy that me… Well, then I know something if very very wrong."

The blonde rolled her eyes and took one last glare in her small mirror before putting it away. "Fine. We wouldn't want to hurt your ego."

Colin glared at her, but didn't say anything as she grabbed his free hand and let him to the door. He nodded his head toward Rory and the two boys, silently saying goodbye.

"I'll see you guys later!" Steph called before they disappeared out the door.

Jason shook his head grinning. "I'll go too, make sure Steph doesn't whip that boy even more," he joked, but with a small amount of 'trueness' to his words. He walked over to his sister and kissed her cheek sweetly.

"Get out of here," she joked and shoved him slightly.

"Love you too sis," he said with a pout, but recovered immediately and grinned again. "Later Huntz." With that he walked to the door and out, leaving Rory and Logan completely alone.

Two seconds hadn't even past before Logan pulled her toward him and placed his hands on her narrow hips. He had wanted to touch her the whole evening and night, but hadn't been able. Now, they were finally alone. No brother, no damn friends. Just them.

"You seem happy that my brother is gone," she said jokingly as she rapped her arms around his neck. "Why is that?"

He couldn't help but smile as he saw her looking extremely concentrated, 'trying' to figure out the answer to her question. "I don't know," he said and leaned closer, his mouth inches apart from hers. "Maybe," he began then paused, making her raise an eyebrow. "Maybe, because I wanted to do this?"

Before she could reply, before she had any time to think of his words, his mouth crashed to hers and her mind became completely dysfunctional. Her hands dropped from his neck and instead moved to his rock-hard chest. She pulled at his shirt, pulling him closer and closer until there was absolutely no air between their bodies. Just the way they liked it.

His hands tightening on her hips, sure to leave bruises, but at that moment he didn't think of it, and honestly didn't really care. All that mattered was the fact that she, Rory Gilmore, made him feel things that no girl had made him feel before. Fuck, he actually felt like a fucking virgin who just had the pleasure of touching a girl's breast for the first time and wanted more. And more and more and more.

But before he could have the pleasure of feeling her again, she pulled away, completely out of breath.

"Wow," she said, a surprised look on her face. "Do you become better and better with time? Because if you do, I am keeping you forever."

He grinned slightly, a suddenly feel of pride coming over him. "Lots of practise."

"And you just completely ruined the mood," she said and shook her head. If it weren't for the playful glimpse in her eyes, he would have been worried.

"Sorry," he said and looked down, mocking shame. "Then I guess we'll just have to do something else. Which is actually fine by me, 'cause I wanted to show you something."

"Show me something?"

"Yeah. Something." He grinned as he saw the curiosity spread over her face. "You don't have plans for today, do you? That would really blow, 'cause I really want to show you this… something."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I have now."

He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face.

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"So, are you going to tell me where we are going?" she asked impatiently, her fingers twirling her hair impatiently and her eyes looking out of the window curiously.

Logan smirked playfully. "No."

"Urgh. Well, then, tell me when we're there? I feel like I've been sitting in this car for hours."

"You have," he pointed out as he quickly looked at her. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she had that pout on her face, that made her look so childish yet so unbelievable cute. "We are almost there."

"Almost? What does that mean?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Half an hour? Fifteen minutes? Five?"

"It means… we are here now," he said as the car stopped.

"We're here?" she asked and immediately looked out the window again. Aside from a plane of grass, which was covered in white snow, and something that looked like a small house or cabin, she couldn't see anything. That only made her more curious. "And where exactly is here?"

"Here," he simply answered.

She let out a sight but accepted his answer. Opening the door of the car, she walked out into the cold weather. Thankfully it wasn't showing, but it was still incredibly cold. Actually cold was an understatement.

"Logan," she said and turned to him as he walked out of the car. "What is this place really?"

"This place is where I use to come as a kid," he said slowly as he walked over to her, but his eyes stayed focused on the scenery. "Honor and I came here every winter when the first snow had fallen. We would play in the snow and be so childish, that it was sickening."

She looked up at him, a sweet smile on her lips. "You still do that?"

"Sometimes," he said with a nod. "But she's older than me and is probably outgrowing it by now, plus she is very busy, so not so much anymore. So I figured, I could take you instead."

"Thanks," she said softly, really meaning it, as she hugged herself, trying to keep her warm.

"You are welcome." He rapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her cold body against his.

The small gesture almost made her ice-cold heart meld. He probably didn't even know how much those small things meant to girls. His hot body keeping her warm as he pulled her closer, or the fact that she could be a replacement for his sister; the one person he probably loved the most in the whole world.

They stood there for a while, simply looking at the beautiful view. When Rory first had seen it, it didn't look as anything special, but now it almost seemed magical. The place was so big and empty, besides the little house and the thousands of trees that surrounded the plane. It was all covered in snow, a such fine colour of white, that it was actually blinding. The sun was shining just slightly, not enough to make the snow melt, but instead making the beautiful snow sparkle even more. The whole place looked as if it was covered in a million diamonds.

"So," she said after a silence and lifted her head to look at him. "Want to know what I really really want to do now?"

He looked down at her smiling and shook his head. "What?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Make a snowman!" She moved out of his arms and quickly began forming a huge snowball. Logan shook his head again and simply watched her for a moment. She looked very excited, her movements fast but concentrated.

When she looked up, their eyes met.

"Are you coming or what?" she yelled at him. "This is going to be a freakin' ugly snowman if he only has a body and no head!"

Logan simply raised an eyebrow.

"Move your scrawny ass over here and start making his head!" Rory yelled.

He let out an amused laugh before running over to her.

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"Warmth," she stressed out with a moan as they entered the house. "Honestly, when you said that you wanted to show me something I didn't know I was going to get my ass frozen off."

They had been playing in the snow for over two hours and were now extremely exhausted. After they had made the perfect snowman completely with a carrot as a nose and two rocks as eyes, they had played 'snow-war'. Surprisingly enough, or maybe not, Rory beat Logan's ass completely. Two adults had never seemed so childish, but neither really cared.

"Such a little princess," Logan said jokingly as he closed the door behind them and walked to the bedroom.

"Hey!" the brunette immediately protested and followed him. "You weren't the one with the thin jacket!"

He whipped his head back to look at her as she stood in the doorway, a silly smile on his face. "I let you borrow mine!" he reminded her.

Rory drew her brows together, then sighed. "Whatever!"

He shook his head amused and turned back to the closet. He pulled out a sweater and threw it to her. "Wear this, then maybe your ass won't freeze off. We couldn't really have that; it's such a nice ass."

She couldn't help but smile as she pulled it on. "I know."

He gave her a look, but she simply shrugged.

"All right, what are we doing now?" he asked as he grabbed a shirt to himself and began taking of his wet sweater.

"You are kidding, right?" she asked with a shake of her head. "You are making me-"

She suddenly froze and stopped talking as she saw him standing there in front on her in nothing but a pair of washed jeans. It was amazing how hot he looked. That one night they had been together she hadn't really paid much attention to his body, more to the feelings he was making her feel. Now she wished she had. His jeans hung low on his narrowed hips, showing just the band of his boxers. His chest was slightly shining, a little wet from the wet shirt, and his muscles looked hard and defined.

"I am making you what?" he asked, pulling her away from fantasy-land, as he pulled on the new shirt and turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Coco," she stuttered, then mentally cursed herself. "You are making me coco."

Obviously he hadn't seen her staring 'cause he just nodded his head and grabbed her hand before pulling her out of the room and into the kitchen.

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An hour later the two of them had shed the baggy sweatshirts and were instead lying in his bed under the hot covers, watching Animal Planet with interest. Both of them had a hot mug of coco in their hands and a bag of chips between them.

"That is amazing," Rory said, her eyes trained on the television. "I did not know that a cat could see six times better at night than a human."

"Actually, I did." Rory shot Logan a look. "A cat can also run about 20 kilometres per hour."

"Who are you?" she said with a smile. "Steve Irwin?"

He smirked at her. "Did you know a cat's urine glows under a dark light," he said in a very excited English accent.

Rory's smile slowly faded. "That's not funny, that's just disgusting."

He bowed his head apologetic and let out a low 'sorry'. This caused Rory to smile and shake her head.

"So…" she said and looked around the room.

Just the bedroom was about the size as her mom's living room, if not bigger, and it was possibly the most beautiful room ever. The walls were off-white and were filled with colourful paintings of different landscapes, and the furniture was modern, either in dark wood or black, yet it had a homey feel to it. It was just too perfect to describe…

She couldn't wait to see how the bathroom looked!

"Soooo?" Logan mimicked, cutting of her thoughts.

She smiled at him. "This house is pretty cool. Is it your parents?"

He grinned. "Are you kidding? This is me and my sister's own cabin, my mother and father gave it to us as a 'forgive us' present."

"What did they do?"

"They couldn't spend Christmas with us. Apparently my father had some important business to finish and my mother was very stressed and simply just had to spend the weekend at a spa." He rolled his head annoyed. "So we got stuck with the nanny."

"That sucks," Rory said in a sad voice. She couldn't believe that his parents would do that. Just the idea of spending Christmas without her mom was unbearable.

"Actually, that was probably the best Christmas I've had," he told her, taking a snack and eating it. "That's what's really sad. But at least there weren't any fighting, sooo.."

Rory gave him a sad smile and laid her hand over his head and squeezed it slightly. He smiled back.

"You know, my mom always told me that when someone gives your chocolate, it is to say 'I love you' and when someone gives you flowers, it is to say 'forgive me'," Rory said after a silence fell.

"My parents giving me flowers…" Logan pretended to think and then shook his head. "Nah, your own cabin is much cooler."

The brunette let out a laugh. "I'd have to agree with you. Anyway, just so you know. If you ever give me flowers I'll think you have something to be sorry about."

"Good to know."

She looked over at him and couldn't help but smile. Logan's eyes were once again trained on the big plasma television in front of them, where some fellow were either trying to get himself killed by a lion or else he was just really stupid. But the look on Logan's face was so sweet. His eyes were huge, filled with excitement, as the guy walked closer and closer to the damn lion. She had never pegged Logan as the safari type of guy. It was actually kind of… sweet.

"You know what?" she said in a slightly teasing voice.

Logan shook his head and looked at her.

"I'm kind of bored, I want to do something else."

"Rory, if it involves snow I'm out. My nose just turned its real colour again!" Logan protested before she had a chance to tell him what it was.

"It does not involve snow," Rory said with a roll of her eyes. "Well it could, but that would be too kinky for me. Of course, if it's you style, then…"

It took Logan a few seconds to figure out what she meant, but when he did, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Ace, are you saying…?" he trailed off, the silly smile still evident.

Once again she rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips. "Sometimes-" she began slowly and she moved closer to him, practically lying on him. "-You are just too damn cute."

If possible, his smile widened. "I know," he said and mimicked her statement from earlier.

Before she had a chance to respond, his hands softly grabbed the back of her head and he pulled her slightly closer. His breathing had already hardened and she soon began panting. It was amazing what just being so close to each other could do.

His fingers silently began caressing her cheeks, his eyes staring right into her blue ones as he did so. Slowly they fell from her face and he moved them down her body, as far as he could, before he stopped by the hem of her fishnet shirt. With one last look in her eyes, he lifted her shirt and tried to pull it over her head.

"Logan, stop," she said slowly but in a firm voice.

He immediately stopped. "What?" he asked slightly confused.

"My necklace," she began with a shaky laugh. "It's stuck to my shirt."

He took a good look at her and realised that it indeed was. "Oh," he said serious, then cracked a smile. He watched her amused as she tried to pull it over her head, but it was still stuck.

"I could use some help, if you don't mind," she told him in an obvious voice.

He shrugged. "All right," he said and finally helped her take it off. "Never ever wear one of these again," he said with a laugh before he finally crashed his lips to hers.

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A/N: Well, that's that. I hope you enjoyed it  I had some problems writing it, but I think it turned out fine.

I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to use the Steve Irwin comment, since it wasn't long ago he dead, but I had that part planned out, soo…. I hope I didn't offend anybody. It really was awful, what happened to him.

On another note and a slightly happier one… Seriously, if you haven't seen 'A Walk to Remember', run to the nearest movie store and rent it right now. It is so great! I watched it with a friend, we were having a movie-night, and we just cried and cried. The scary-movie we watched afterward actually seemed happier. Even if the boy did end up being killed in the end. Ever watched 'Jeepers Keepers?' Right, I'm rambling, I'll stop.

Just… Please review!