A/N: Now, first I think a serious "I'm sorry" is in order. I'm sorry! I haven't updated in weeks, but they do say Christmas is a busy time, and how right they are. First off, it's Christmas. Dah. You spent time buying gifts, decorating your house and keeping up the good mood. And that has been a little difficult this year. School has been much like hell, too many papers and tests. And then I had to go and get a job! Seriously, it might be an awful time, but I need the money. Desperately. So really, I apologize for leaving you hanging like this.
Now to the thank you-part. I said I wanted to go over 30 reviews and I did. Actually, over 40! Thank you guys for the reviews! I'm glad you liked it.
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And even if some of you are pretty pissed right now, it will be better. Rory and Logan will be together again and all will be right in the world! Lol.
Now, just to clear something up. Chapter 21 was not your Christmas Present, trust me, I'm not that mean! Lol. I meant you guys reviewing the chapter could be my present from you guys. Haha. I guess this will be your kinda late present? Better late than never!
Well, I guess this is the end of a quite long author note. Oh! Just one more thing: elisabetha-ex. spuffyluver-, I'm sorry for the nonexistent make up sex. It will be there!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Well, I guess I own Jason. And Britney? Though I'd rather not, she's kind of annoying. Maybe I can swamp her for Tanc? Or Chad! Maybe both AND Matt! That would rock!
Chapter 22: The softest kiss
He didn't wait around. As soon as his mind and body began working normally, or somewhat normally, he was out the door, slapping it shut behind him. Not one last glance at Rory or Finn.
He was angry. Actually, he was freakin' pissed off. A suddenly urge to punch Finn in the head had appeared, but he tried to keep it cool and be in control. He couldn't do things like that, just because he was a little angry and maybe even hurt. Most of all to Finn; one of his best friends.
Beside, Finn didn't know about him and Rory. He was just being his usual self, sleeping around with anything with legs and boobs. And so what if Rory had kissed him? He wasn't with her, she wasn't his girlfriend. So really, it shouldn't matter.
But still, Logan was seeing red. And green. God damn it, he didn't get jealous. Never. Especially not over some girl, that he hadn't known for even a month. And mad? What happened to the careless, the indifferent Logan?
This was ridiculous.
So what if she, Rory Gilmore, had made out with Finn? So what if she would have slept with him, if he hadn't interrupted them? So what if she did anyway?
He shook his head fiercely, trying to keep the image of his best friend and the girl that he had feeling for doing dirty things. He didn't need that at all.
"Logan! Huntz! Huntzberger!"
Logan cringed as he recognized the male voice. This was definitely one of the last thing he needed, too. He almost didn't want to turn around, but did anyway.
When he saw the familiar brown-haired boy, he sent him a forced smile. "Robbie," he said.
Sure enough, there he was. Robert, standing with two girls, a blonde with a huge smile on her face, who was leaning against Robert's side, and a brunette, that seemed to look a little bored. Their mutual friend Seth was also there.
"Seth," he nodded his head toward him, as Seth did the same.
"Logie!" Robert replied happily. "Did you know I'm a tiny bit drunk?"
Logan shared a look with Seth. "Seriously? I couldn't tell." He paused, sighing deeply. "What do you want Robert?"
"You seemed pissed off," the brown-haired male stated. "But don't worry, we'll fix that. All you need is the company of a nice looking female and Captain Morgan by your side." He gave his friend a wide smile and leaned closer to whisper quietly, "And maybe someone will get lucky later tonight."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Somehow spending the evening with a shitfaced you don't exactly scream fun," he said.
Robert narrowed his eyes. "You have something better to do?"
"No, but I'm sure I'll think of something."
"Tsk tsk, Logan. Don't be a dick. Come spend some time with us!" he said and wrapped an arm over his shoulder, only to have Logan shove it off. "Please! These lovely ladies needs a man, I can't take both of them." He turned to the girls and winked. "Even though I wouldn't love to and I sure as hell am capable of doing."
Logan rolled his eyes. "If I'm not mistaking, Seth is here too."
Robert gave him a weird yet serious look. "It's Seth," he stated the obvious, catching a look at the talked-about guy, and then looked back at Logan. "That would just be mean toward the girls!"
One of the girls, the blonde one, let out a girly laugh, while Seth slapped the back of Robert's head, sending him an annoyed look.
"That's my cue to leave," Seth said, speaking for the first time, his voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "See you later, Logan. Ladies." He turned to Robert and shook his head. "Robert, don't get too wasted."
With that he went off, leaving Logan staring longingly after him, while Robert didn't even seem to notice.
"Anyway," Robert began, like nothing had happened. "Come with us, have fun. What else are you going to do? Chase that girl?"
"What girl?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow daringly.
"R… Rosie? Rose?" He shook his head. "Something R-ish. And let me tell you, that is simply pathetic, man. I thought you didn't do relationship."
"I don't."
"Then stop following her," he said slowly, stressing out the word following. "I'm sure you can find someone willing, the girls here are pretty sleazy. It shouldn't be hard."
The brunette beside him scowled and rolled her eyes.
"I'm not chasing anyone, Robert," Logan reminded him.
"Then what is the problem?"
He looked around, thinking hard about an excuse. When he couldn't find one, he sighed deeply. "Not for long, just awhile."
A smile spread across Robert's face and he flung an arm over his shoulder once again before wrapped the other around the blonde. "Oh, what a merry night it will be."
Logan could do nothing but sigh.
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She looked around the room nervously, not knowing what to do. It had been half and hour since Logan had seen them and she had left Finn's room, giving him no explanation. He had looked honestly confused, and that just made her feel worse. Why the hell had she chosen Finn? Finn, the guy who had become one of her best friends. All she wanted was go have some fun, forget about Logan and his bitchy date. She hadn't meant to hurt him, hadn't meant for him to see.
Now, she wasn't sure what to do. Call him, tell her she was sorry? Several times had she reached for her phone and dialled his number, but then something made her stop. Maybe it was pride, she didn't know. All she knew was that they weren't officially together, so she hadn't really done anything wrong.
But still, when she though back at his brown eyes sparkling in the dark with hurt and confusion, she couldn't help but feel guilty.
Rory shook her head sadly and borrowed herself deeper in her bedcovers. Her head was hurting, both from the alcohol and from all the trouble she had just caused, and she felt seriously sick.
The sudden sound of her phone ringing didn't make the headache smaller. She groaned and picked up her cell, not caring to look at the caller-id.
"What?"
There was a pause. "Ace?"
A frown appeared on Rory's face at the female unfamiliar voice on the other end. "No."
Another pause. "No?"
She shook her head. "No, well yes. Rory. Or Ace," she said with a nod of her head. "Who… Who exactly are you?"
"Never mind, it's just… Well, you see…"
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She hurried to the door, opening it quickly, not noticing the loud noise it made as it banged against the wall, and not caring about the people that turned around to look strangely at her. She simply ran and pushed through the people, mumbling 'coming through' on her way. The pub was crowded, maybe even more than usually. Actually, it seemed like everyone was there.
When she came to the middle of the pub, she stopped and stood still as her eyes searched the room for the blond boy. After a few minutes, she spotted him, sitting in a booth with Robert and two girls she didn't know. Several empty beers and glasses were standing on the table.
She quickly made her way over to them. One of the girls, one with dark hair, looked up.
"You're Ace?" she asked.
She nodded her head, "Rory," she said as she finally looked down at Logan. She almost sighed at the sight.
His eyes were trained on the table, and she wasn't even sure if he had noticed her. His blond hair was messier than usual, even a little greasy, and he ranked of alcohol, the smell surrounding him. He were playing with one of the empty glasses standing on the table, his fingers running up and down the surface.
She bit her lip before saying so softly, "Logan?"
The brown-haired girl shook her head. "He's not talking to anyone," she told her, her voice gentle. "He's pretty drunk, just like the rest of them."
For a brief moment, her eyes turned to look at Robert and the other girl, who was deep in conversation. She shook her head almost sadly.
Rory could only roll her eyes at Robert as he sweet-talked the girl. She turned back to the brunette. "Were you here all night?"
She nodded her head. "Robert tried to set me and Logan up, but he wasn't really in the mood. I think he barely said two sentences to me all night, he just kept drinking." She pause, narrowed her eyes. "And then he mumbled something about this girl… I don't know, he just seemed upset."
Rory bit the inside of her cheek as she nodded her head slowly. "He's having a bad night," she explained vaguely. "Anyway... How did you get my number?"
"Just took his phone and called the first person on the list. So happens to be you," she explained.
Rory gave her a tired, almost forced smile. "Thanks for calling me... I'm sorry, I didn't get you name?"
The girl stuck out her hand, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm Anna."
"Nice to meet you, Anna," she replied politely. "I'm sorry if I'm not very talkative, but he's not the only one who'll have a handover tomorrow."
"Partying all night?" Anna asked with a smile.
"Something like that." For a brief moment she though back to her horrible night. "Anyway, I better get him home."
"Do you need any help?" Anna asked.
"Nah, I think I can handle him. Besides, someone might need to keep an eye of these two," Rory said and looked at Robert and the blonde.
"Please, Louise is used to getting drunk; I've seen her much worse than this." She rolled her eyes. "Which is kind of sad, really."
Rory laughed, silently agreeing.
"And even though I don't know Robert very well, he doesn't strike me as the usually sober type."
"You could be right," Rory answered while nodding her head. "Anyway, thank you so much for calling me, I seriously owe you."
"Yes, I understand why you would be extremely excited about spending the night taking care of one of your drunk friends," she said sarcastically, her voice jokingly. "I love those times, too."
"The best." Rory sent her a smile, before turning to Logan. "Come on Logan, get up."
"Ace?"
"Hi," she whispered as he looked up at her, his brown eyes clouded with confusion. "Come on, let's get you home."
He nodded his head drunkenly, standing up slowly, swaying a little. She quickly took his hand in his, trying to steadying him.
"Sure you don't want help?"
Rory looked up at Anna. "If you insist."
Anna immediately went to his other side, placing a hand on his back as they guiding him away from the table.
"Bye Louise! Robert!" Anna called over her shoulder, causing Louise to wave loosely while her eyes stayed glued on the brown-haired guy sitting across from her. "Tomorrow morning she will bitch and moan about how he never stayed the night, I'm telling you," she promised.
Rory finally let her eyes drift away from Logan to Anna. "She's that kind?"
"Oh yes. I'm her roommate, I should know," she said, shaking her head once again.
All the way to Logan's dorm, the two of them made small-talk. The clock was about 2.45 when they finally reached his dorm.
"Thank you so much for all the help. I feel like I should pay you or give you something, or a least name my first born after you," Rory said jokingly.
"My middle name is Christine, if that should sound more appealing," she informed in a serious voice.
"Good to know, I'll keep that in mind."
They shared one last smile before Anna headed off and Rory began to search after Logan's keys in his pocket.
"Rory?" he asked again, as he felt her hand wonder on his body.
She bit her lip, looking up at him. She kind of expected him to yell at her, or at least let her know he was disappointed.
But instead he looked up at her, his deep brown eyes narrowed in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
She finally found his key and sent him a small smile before opening the door. "I just need to get you inside, okay?" she asked. "Get you into bed."
He nodded his head silently as she dragged him into the dorm and closed the door behind her. The light wasn't on, so Rory knew Colin wasn't home yet. She felt slightly relieved, not wanting to deal with him, who for sure weren't exactly sober either.
She immediately took him to his room and laid him on the big bed. Soon she removed his shoes and jacket, and sat beside him on the bed, looking closely at him. His eyes were half-closed, only opening fully a few times to look at her before closing again. She wasn't sure if he even knew that she was there or if he was too wasted to know.
She stood up and began to look around at his room, not wanting to leave him yet. She came across the picture of her sister and the blonde, the picture she had seen the first time she visited his dorm, and she cursed herself. She knew "the bitch" that Logan had been holding hands with looked familiar.
"You kissed Finn."
A yelp escaped her mouth before she could stop it and she turned around, surprised to see Logan sitting up in the bed, his eyes focused on her.
She bit her lip, nodding her head.
"Why?" he asked, his voice small.
"I don't know, Logan," she answered him truthfully, taking a few steps toward him. "I don't know. I was pissed at you, and Barbie and then Tristan started talking this-"
"-I really liked you," he cut her off, his eyes locking on hers. "Really liked you."
"Logan…"
"I think I might could have loved you," he whispered, closing his eyes painfully. "And I don't feel these things often, Rory. I've never felt these things, these feelings, before. And you can think to yourself 'He's drunk, he don't know what he's saying'…"
"Please, just-"
He cut her off, as he shook his head. "-But I do. And I mean it."
Neither said anything after that. Rory wasn't sure what to say and Logan had said all there was to say.
After a few minutes, 10 or 15, she could hear his breath evening out, as he felt asleep. She walked over to his bed and sat on it gentle, afraid of waking him. She lifted her hands to stroke his hair as she smiled bittersweet. She almost felt like crying as he laid there, looking so innocent and sweet. He might have hurt her, but she had hurt him more. And as he laid there sleeping, it was like he still looked hurt and confusion.
"Me too, Logan," she whispered and placed the softest kiss on his lips before kissing him forehead. "I could have loved you too."
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A/N: Finally, I'm done! Now, you just hit that little blue button and review.