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Chapter 19: The talk of all talks
It seemed like she had been waiting for an eternity, for forever actually. Her fingers were nervously tapping the table she sat at, her eyes drifting to the watch on her wrist every once in a while, before looking back up, hoping to spot the blond guy.
So far she had been waiting for five minutes, but it felt like so much more. She counted every second as it passed by, the torture of the slowness almost killing her.
It had been a while since she had been nervous like this. Actually, she wondered if she had ever been this nervous. Rory Gilmore usually didn't get nervous, not when it came to boys. She was confident, that was just how it was. But with him, with Logan, it was different. He seemed to have some sort of power over her, that made her completely weak.
And she hated that and loved that at the same time.
Not that she was only nervous, she was more than nervous. She was excited too, and curious. He had called her, just called her out of the blue and asked her to come meet him here.
What was he going to say?
What was she going to answer?
Did he want an answer?
Would he say anything at all?
A million questions popped into her head, only succeeding in making her more confused and making the time go even slower.
She let out a groan while she pulled her brown jacket tighter around her. It was once again snowing, the beautiful little white dots falling on the windows and creating almost magical patterns. Something she sadly could not enjoy very much. Not because of the ungodly coldness or the fact that even indoors it was freezing, but because of him. That he had the ability to make something she had always loved seem so unimportant really surprised her. And angered her too. A guy had never been able to do that before.
Leaning back in her chair, she looked around the place. There wasn't many people, only a few, who, at the moment, was staring not very subtle at her. Apparently her nervousness didn't go unnoticed to others.
She closed her eyes briefly, hoping to block everything out.
It was then he came.
She felt him, his presents, immediately. There was something inside of her, that told her that he was there. A feeling, a sixth sense, maybe. Just something. Even with her eyelids closed, she could almost see him staring straight at her, his brown eyes big and gentle.
"Rory." His voice came out too sweet, too soft.
Her eyes slowly opened and her gaze landing directly on him. She let her eyes drop to the floor and slowly they made their way up.
He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, dark and washed, that hung low on his hips. If it weren't for the leather belt he probably wouldn't be able to hold them up. His upper body was covered in a black hoodie, filled with little snowflakes whose light colour stood out from the dark. It wasn't what he usually wore, she noticed. It seemed too casual for him.
Finally her eyes landing on his face and she had to stop herself from smiling. His slightly wet hair was messier than usual, sticking out in every direction and for a brief second he reminded her of Tristan. That was until she noticed his brown eyes. Just like she had imagined, they were gentle and soft towards her. They weren't filled with anger or annoyance, like hers had been that night. He didn't even look very nervous, just anxious.
For some reason, it calmed her down. Not completely, but she felt her nerves slowly coming to ease.
"Logan," she said as he took a seat over from her. They stared at each other for a few minutes, neither saying anything.
Finally Logan cleared his throat. "We need to talk," he told her.
He was serious, no amusement in is voice. Somehow that made her even more nervous. Those four word meant business, that tone meant business. And she wasn't so sure if that was what she wanted right now.
Despite that, she nodded her head, her gaze dropping to the table and her hands nervously playing with themselves. "So you said."
"I did."
She tried to look anywhere else than at him as she felt his eyes burn holes in her skin. If just his gaze made her body burn, what would it feel like if he touched her right now, she couldn't help but wonder. If his hands caressed her cheeks, if his fingers enlaced with hers…
Or if his lips met hers in a slow kiss.
She shook her head at the thought, wanting it to go away and never come back.
"I've been feeling like crap lately," he suddenly let out, looking up at her.
Her eyes snapped up to his and they widened in confusion and surprised. Just like his voice, his eyes were sincere, but they were also vulnerable. Somehow she knew that had been hard to admit.
"I kind of missed you, you know. Hanging out with you." His words seemed to make her heart melt and her breathing to stop at the same time.
She opened her mouth to say something. Anything. Anything at all. But the words wouldn't come out, for some crazy reason. She cursed herself inwardly.
He let out a deep breath, as he waited anxiously for her to talk. When she didn't, he added, "How about you?"
"I… Well... See…" she began, fumbling with the words. "Me too," she finally decided on, looking up at him quickly, before looking down at her hands.
He seemed surprised. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. What I said..," she began slowly. "I didn't mean it. I was mad and angry and upset. And I was being stupid and ridicules." She paused, her blue eyes meeting his intense brown ones. "I didn't mean it," she repeated, her voice quiet but sincere.
A little smile spread across his face. "That's good."
She shook her head, her ends of her mouth curling in a sweet smile. She stared at him for a moment, her eyes locking with his. Once again, neither said anything. Just sat there in a comfortable silence, ignoring everyone and everything around then.
The silence was broken when a waitress came over, a young blonde girl actually. She glanced at Rory quickly, then at Logan. Her lips curled in a smile immediately.
"Can I get you something?" she asked him in a too sweet voice.
Her eyes were slowly checking out his body in a not very subtle way, and somehow that irritated Rory. However Logan just shook his head, his eyes remaining on Rory. Not one glance in the waitress's directed and Rory had to stop herself smiling.
The waitress's eyes widened in surprised and she turned to Rory, opening her mouth, but Rory held up her hand, cutting her off.
"No thanks," she answered with a sickly sweet smile. She watched amused as she girl walked away quickly, her face-expression still somewhere between surprised and offended.
"So we are friends?" Logan asked slowly.
His question made her look back at him, a little surprised. Not only because of him actually asking her that, but also because the word 'friends' made her heart stop beating for just a seconds.
She nodded her head, knowing nothing better to do.
Were they friends?
Were they more?
Were they less?
Despite that growing feeling she felt in her stomach every time she heard his name or was near him, she said, "We should be friends."
A slight smile appeared on his face, but it seemed forced. "We should." He stared at her for another minute, then opened his mouth. He seemed to look for something to say, and when he apparently couldn't find it, he just closed his mouth again.
She gave him a little smile. "Well then-"
Suddenly she was cut off. For a moment she was confused as to what had happened, but then she felt his lips on hers.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she completely forgot to respond. However, when he leaned further over the table and his rough hand found her silky cheek and began caressing it, she came to her senses. She placed her hands on his back, running them up and down slowly, while brining him a little closer to her. She moved her lips slowly against his as they kept the kiss innocent and sweet.
Neither was sure for how long they sat like that, before he pulled back. His lips were swollen, as were hers, and he had that look in his eyes. That indescribable look.
"For old times sake, right?" he asked, and she see could see a hint of a smirk on is face. It faded quickly though, and his face took that serious look once again.
She nodded wordlessly.
"Right, so…" he began looking around. "I should go."
She nodded again, this time slower. "Okay. All right."
He stood up from the table, sending her a small smile. Just as he was about to walk away, she stood up, quickly.
"Wait!" she said loudly and turned him around. She paused before meeting his lips with his. She gave him a quick peck, nothing hot or steamy, but somehow that kiss still made her insides melt. She pulled back and stared into his eyes. "Bye."
His expression was similar to hers, kind of a mixture of confusion, sadness and joy. "I'll see you," he said softly as he walked off.
She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. "What the hell just happened?" she whispered to herself softly before taking her cell from her purse. She snapped it open and dialled a number quickly.
"Hal-"
She cut the manly voice off, letting out a sight, before speaking. "My God, life is messed up!"
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On his way back he had stopped several times, silently debating with himself whether to turn around and walk back to her or just keep on going. Finally, he stuck with the last and had made his way to his room.
He wasn't exactly sure what possessed him to kiss her, but as she sat there, her eyes big and the purest blue, her mouth slowly parted, he couldn't stop himself. They had agreed to be friends, but it felt like he just needed one last taste. One last taste of her.
He leaned back in the couch, his body tired and frustrated. This whole friends thing, it didn't feel right. But, he reminded himself, if he had to pick, would he rather be her friend than her nothing.
The answer was very simple.
Yes.
So if all they could be was friends, then fine. After all, the whole string-less thing obviously weren't working out, and he wasn't sure if he could be in a relationship.
A sight escaped his mouth as he thought back to the beginning, when their only concern had been Jason. Logan hadn't even thought of what he would thing, if they actually got together together.
A ringing was heard as someone called his phone, but Logan decided to let the machine take it. It didn't really surprise him, when he was greeted with Finn's joyful voice.
"Hallo mate. Still pissed off about the party? I promise, if you don't want to go, don't go. Though that would just seem like rubbish to me. Millions of wonderful ladies, kneeling at your feet?" He paused. "Of course, maybe you have turned gay on me. It could happen, especially after spending so much time with a beautiful bloke like me!"
Logan couldn't help but laugh.
"Now, as I said, go to the party or not. But you've got to come to the pub. We are all here, waiting on your sorry ass. We even dragged Mr Stick in the ass with us, so you better show up!" Suddenly Finn yelled, letting out a pained noise. "Jeez, Colin, keep your hands to yourself! Now, Logan, my best buddy and greatest friend… COME!"
Apparently the phone was handed over to Jase, as his voice suddenly came on. "And if you come with another lame-ass excuse, like 'I forgot where the pub is', then I'm going to beat the shit out of you."
There was a short break. "Well, he'll try," Finn corrected him.
Suddenly the only thing to be heard was the dial tone. Logan shook his head amused, if his friends were great for anything, it was cheering up.
Not a minute later the phone rang again. "Bloody Jason, he hung up," Finn's mumbling voice came on. "Anyway, mate, come and join us!" With that he hung up again.
Logan looked at the phone and raised an eyebrow. When it didn't ring again, he got up and grabbed his jacket and made his way to the pub.
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"I say the blonde."
"Of course you do, you love blondes!" Finn shook his head, his eyes focused on the slim redhead sitting by the bar. "The redhead, much hotter."
"Because you really don't love redheads?" Jason asked sarcastically.
The Australian smiled. "Not redheads in general, just my Rosemary."
"Sure, sure." Jason rolled his eyes and nudged Logan's and Colin's shoulders, who was in the middle of a conversation. "So who do you think is hotter, the blonde, the brunette or the redhead?"
They both turned to stare at the three ladies in the bar.
"Neither," Colin immediately said, his voice bored like usual. "The brunette is too skinny, looks like an anorectic. The redhead is giving away the 'touch and you'll die' vibe and the blonde is just too… blonde."
Jason raised an eyebrow slightly amused, while Finn pouted.
"You are boring," he said with puppy dog eyes.
"What about you?" Jason asked Logan.
"Well-" he began but was quickly cut off by Finn.
"She's coming this way!" he exclaimed as his eyes widened. "The blonde, she's coming this way!"
The rest of them turned around, and sure enough, the slim blonde girl was trolling over to them, her hips swaying slightly and a grin on her face.
A slow smile spread across Jason's lips as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over hic chest, feeling rather confident, as he watched her walk over. It faded quickly though, as she stopped in front of Logan.
"Hi cutie," she said in a girly voice, as she chewed on some chewing gum.
Logan raised an eyebrow and smiled politely. "Hello."
"I couldn't help but notice you staring at me." She paused, letting out a giggle. "It's all right, guys do it all the time. I don't really care. I mean," she began and took a glance down herself. "You can't really help it, right?"
Logan bit his lips, stopping him from laughing. "Right."
She moved closer to him, leaned over the table so she flashed some cleavage. Or a lot cleavage. "So, I heard about Danny's party on Friday. Are you coming?" she asked as she twirled some hair around a finger.
"I'm not exactly sure."
"Aw! You have to come, it won't be the same without you, Logan Huntzberger," she said and tried to make a cute pouting face. "But if you do decide to come, which you just have to, then you definitely need a date."
As Logan saw her smiling face, he let out a quiet discreet sight. Of course, this was what she wanted. "Well, I probably should," he agreed with her as he pretended to think.
"I haven't got a date yet," she informed as she blew out a pink bubble. "Well, I've been asked, of course. But it was by Nicolas, my ex-boyfriend, and I really didn't want to go with him. I was like 'Duh, we are so old news, that it's not even funny anymore'."
Logan raised en eyebrow.
"I mean, no one would even want to gossip about us. Everyone has seen us together, it would be just so… last year, you know?" she asked as she shook her head. "Urgh!"
All four guys stared at her. Finn and Colin was amused, Jason suddenly thankful that she wasn't asking him, and Logan a little annoyed.
"Sure." Logan nodded slowly.
"So," she began excited, her attitude suddenly chancing. "I was thinking we could go together. We just fit so well together, right? I mean, guys want me, girls want you. We are both popular and we have blond hair!"
Finally a laugh escaped Colin, but as the girl turned to look at her, he put on a serious face and cleared his voice. "What?" he asked innocently as he let out a fake cough.
"Anyways.." she said, looking back at Logan. "It's like a match made in heaven."
"Well, actually-"
Logan was determent to turn her down, imagining what hell spending a whole night with her would be like, but then suddenly a loud laugh made him stop. His eyes surged for the familiar voice and he quickly found it.
Rory.
She was standing with Tristan, of course, the two of them playing around. Tristan had his arms around her waist and he was trying to kiss her, while Rory tried to escape, while giggling like a mad woman. Tristan though, kept on placing small butterfly kisses all over her face.
"So, what do you say?"
The female voice made him snap back to reality and he looked up at the blonde, who was waiting anxiously.
He looked over her shoulder to see Tristan peck Rory's lips quickly, before looking back up at the blonde in front of him. He gave her a faint smile. "Sure."
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A/N: Now, to something that had nothing to do with this fic. When I finished this fic (which won't happen anytime soon), I want to start a new one. I have some ideas, but I'm not sure whether to make it another Rogan or a PDLD. What do you guys think ?