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Chapter 24: The real beginning
His head was killing. More than two days later, his head was still hurting like hell after the heavily drinking he had done Friday night. The never ending throbbing annoyed him to no end, and he couldn't remember a time where he'd had a hangover, that lasted this long.
Yes, it was Monday. His weekend had been spend in bed, him refusing to talk to anyone with the bad excuse that he had a cold coming on. Most of his friends believed it, but not Colin. He had always been the smartest of the group and couldn't be fooled. Of course, he was also the only one who knew about his new-found feeling for Rory.
Rory. The name tasted both sour and sweet in his mouth. He cared deeply for her, but he still wasn't able to get over what he had seen Friday night. He hadn't even spoken to her for the last couple of days, and he felt slightly disappointed when neither she or Finn had tried to reach him. Actually, it didn't surprise him much that Finn hadn't talked to him about it, really, it would be more surprising if he remembered it at all. But Rory… Why hadn't she called? He remembered vaguely her kissing him goodbye, but even as he tried hard, his mind wasn't able to remember what exactly had went on.
"Huntzt!"
Before his mind even had any time to register the call, his door was flung open and Colin made his way inside the room, his face set in anger and annoyance.
"I can't take it. I have giving you over two days to tell me what the hell happened and yet you haven't said a word!" He settled himself on his friend's big armchair and turned to face Logan. "I know it had something to do with Rory."
With his fingers massaging his head, he answered, "Could you please stop screaming?"
"Huh, having a headache too, now? Poor poor boy," Colin said dryly. "It's amazing all the illnesses and diseases you catch lately."
Logan rolled his eyes, grapping the blanket to pull it tighter around his body. "Want to you want, Colin?"
The brunette didn't miss a beat. "How about the truth?"
"You want to know what happened with Rory?"
"Yes please!"
"Fine." He took a breath. "Nothing, absolutely nothing. We didn't talk, we didn't kiss, we sure as hell didn't sleep together. We did nothing," Logan said truthfully before turning his back to him.
"Something happened."
"Maybe so," he gave a weak nod. "But nothing between me and her. Maybe you should talk to Finn, he would know more than I do," he answered, hissing out his former best friend's name.
Colin frowned openly, but got up from the chair and went out of the room. A few minutes later, he was there again, dragging Logan up from bed.
"Get up!"
"Stop being an asshole, Colin!"
"When you stop feeling so goddamn sorry for yourself," was his only reply as his grip on Logan's arm tightened and he pulled him out the door, into the living room, where Finn was sitting on the couch. A confused expression on his face.
"Now," Colin said, looking and Finn then back at Logan. "You two talk!"
"There is nothing to talk about," Logan said as he refused to look at Finn. "I have nothing to say to him."
"I'm sorry, did I bloody miss something?" Finn spoke.
"Shut up!" Logan said, never looking at him, but keeping his eyes on Colin. "I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to see him. I don't even want to be near him."
With that said, he escaped back into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. He could hear the muffled voices of Colin and Finn, but ignored them. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, begging for sleep to fall upon him.
Some time later, he was woken up again, and he wasn't that surprised when he saw Colin hovering over him again. This time his face wasn't set in anger, but something Logan couldn't quite place. A mixture of sadness and anxiousness.
"What?" he asked slowly, his voice harsh from the sleep.
"You've got a visitor."
"Really? If this is some smart move to get me to speak to Finn, I swear I will k-"
"-Rory is here."
Immediately Logan stopped speaking and he turned to look at his friend again, his eyes suddenly widened. "Rory is here?"
"Waiting in the living room," Colin confirmed with a nod before heading out the door.
He wasted no time in getting out of bed, and pulled on his white wife-beater and a pair of black pants. He paused by the door, assuring himself that everything would be okay. But also reminded himself not to be weak, not to fall for those blue sorry eyes.
But as soon as he was out there and his eyes fell on her, he knew he was a goner. She was more beautiful than ever, her dark hair curly and messy and her body covered in a casual pair of jeans and a black sweatshirt. A little nervous smile was on her lips and her eyes shone with anxiousness.
"Logan," she said when she noticed him. "Hi."
He gave her somewhat of a nod. "Hi," he echoed, looking around the room briefly. Luckily, and surprising, neither Colin nor Finn was there to witness their conversation.
"So, um," she began, crossing her arms over her chest. "Colin said you were getting a cold. That sucks."
"I lied," Logan nonchalantly replied. "However I do feel like crap and I'm sure I look it too."
"No," she said quietly and shook her head, her curls falling on her shoulders. "You look good."
For a short moment, a smile appeared on his face, but it was gone as soon as it came. He desperately wanted to tell her that she herself looked amazing, but he willed himself not to. He wouldn't be weak.
"I think we should talk about Friday. I was in Stars Hollow this weekend, so I um… I couldn't come before now." She shut up, biting her lip and looking away from him. "You do remember it, right?"
"I remember the part where I saw you kiss Finn, but anything from thereon is kind of a blur," he answered, running a hand through his already messy hair. "I just don't get it. Why would you do something like that?"
"Because Logan!" she said frustrated. "I, you, we… You were the one who brought a date, you were the one who wanted to be friends."
"That doesn't mean that I want you to kiss Finn!"
"I know that. But I was drunk and upset and he was there, being his usual sweet self. Would you have preferred some guy that I didn't even know, some asshole that would for sure that advantage of me being lonely?"
"You think Finn wouldn't do that?" he asked, hating himself for badmouthing his friend, but knowing he was actually telling the truth. "Finn is a great guy and he cares about you, I know. But when Finn is drunk and upset, he cares about no one but himself. He needs to feel that he is in control and nothing else matters."
"That's not Finn," Rory argued.
"You've known him for a month, I've known him for half of my life," Logan pointed out.
"Fine," she said, dropping the subject. "But it was Finn and that's that. I can't take back what I did, and I'm not even sure why it was so wrong. Not toward you anyway."
"I never said it was wrong-"
"-Stop that crap, Logan."
"I never said it was wrong, I'm only saying that it… It hurt me, okay? I can't stand seeing you with another guy. Doesn't matter if it's Tristan, Finn or a third guy." He quickly continued before she had a chance to say anything. "And I know I have no right to say that you can't be with someone else, but that still doesn't mean I don't feel that way."
She seemed to soften up slightly. "If you feel that way, then why did you bring Britney?"
"Because, I saw you. You and Tristan and I kind of lost it, and Britney was there," he tried to explain, but the right words wouldn't come out. "I thought maybe, just maybe, I could go back, you know?"
"Go back?" She shook her head, clearly not understanding.
"Go back to before you," Logan answered, his voice becoming too vulnerable for his likes. "Back to when blonde bimbos with absolutely no brain made me feel great. Back when I never felt anything when I kissed a girl."
"Why would you want to go back to feeling that way, Logan?"
"Because, just look at us! This wasn't meant to mean a thing and yet here we are, one month later. Me freaking out over the fact that you kissed Finn, and you apologizing for something you shouldn't even be sorry about!" he half-yelled frustrated.
"So you wanted to go back so we wouldn't hurt?" she asked.
"So we wouldn't hurt, so things would be a lot easier." He paused, breaking eye contact with her. "Think about it. It's been less than a month, and we're already this involved. What will happen in two months? A half year?" He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. "So I wanted to go back, forget all about you. But I couldn't."
"I don't like Finn," Rory suddenly said, cutting off his rant.
Logan nodded his head. "I know."
"I like you."
"Do you just like me?"
"I more than like you. When I'm with you, I'm happier than ever. When I'm away from you, I can't stop thinking about you. Whatever you are feeling, Logan, it's not one-sided," she assured him.
A smile, an actual sincere true smile, appeared on his face. "Really?"
"Really. I think maybe, maybe we should-"
"-give this a chance," he finished for her, smiling like crazy.
"Yeah."
"You want that?"
"Of course I do. The question is, do you?" She raised an eyebrow and looked at his nervously.
The smile on his face seemed to widen and his hands naturally grabbed out to pull her toward him, giving her her answer without using any words. She let out a laugh as she crashed against him, her arms coming to lock behind his neck. For a few seconds, minutes perhaps, they locked eyes and just stared at each other.
"I can't believe I haven't talked to you for days," Logan whispered, running his hands up her back up into her hair. "Felt like hell."
"Me too," she whispered as she nodded her head. She bit her lip, placing a hand on his cheek and brushed her thumb against it. "But you're the only thing I've thought about these days." She laughed at herself as she realized what she said. "God, I sound like some bad soap opera."
"You're just saying what you feel," Logan responded with a shrug. "Now, not only haven't I talked you for two days, but it's been even longer since I kissed you." He smirked when he saw her smile grow.
"Well, you're going to do something about that?"
"You want me to?" he asked playfully.
"Maybe."
"Yes or no, I can't do something the lady doesn't want," he teased. "So, do you want it?"
"Oh yeah, I want it," she purred, inching closer to him until her body was fully pressed against his, leaving no space between them. Her face, her lips, was only a few inches from his, and his eyes unconsciously glared down at her little petite mouth.
"So, you're going to do something about it?" she asked.
He gave her a smile and brushed his lip against her, only briefly and barely touching. Yet a moan escaped Rory's mouth and she silently begged for more. He wouldn't refuse her. He crashed his lips onto hers and the hand that was placed on her head pushed her further to him, making sure the kiss turned as deep as possible. Her hands began to pull at his shirt and she slid them under it, both of them loving the feeling of her warm hands against his cold body.
As his desire seemed to increase, his tongue automatically licked her bottom-lip, forcing her to open her mouth and his tongue entered immediately, meeting hers. They fought for control, making the kiss more and more passionate and hot. Her nails were making marks on his back and his tight grip on her hip would surely make bruises, but neither cared.
After what seem like an eternity and was yet all too soon, they pulled away. Both were breathing harshly, their chest rising and falling quicker than usually. He moved one of his hands from her hip to her hair, his fingers running through it, while her fingers drew small circles on his back, tickling him gently.
"God, I missed kissing you," Logan muttered as he laid his forehead against her and caught her lips quickly.
Rory bit her lip. "So we are good?"
"We are more than good."
"And you're not mad?"
"Couldn't stay mad at you," he answered, his voice calm but sincere.
"Good." She nodded her head before grapping his head, and she began kissing him senseless again.
- - - - -
A half hour later, which Logan and Rory had spend making up in his room, the door suddenly opened and two headspeeked in.
"You made up?" Colin asked.
The two who had been in the middle of kissing, with their hands placed on each other's body parts, raised their eyebrows.
"Switch the 'up' with an 'out', and I think you're right, my friend," the Australian answered.
Colin glared at him quickly before looking at Rory and Logan. "So?"
Finn rolled his eyes. "I think it's safe to say they have, mate," he said and opened the door fully, before heading inside and making himself comfortable in the armchair. "Now, anyone wants to explain this whole thing? See, I vaguely remember sharing a hot kiss with you, love – No offence on the vaguely part – and then you, Logan, storming in, interrupted it, just to head out just as fast."
Rory cast a nervous look at Logan, seeing if he somehow had turned cold again. Luckily, it didn't seem to bother him anymore, or at least he didn't let it show.
"Now, usually I'm pretty smart, even when being intoxicated, but this I didn't expect." Finn's eyes drifted from Logan to Rory, then back to Logan. "Actually, I'm not even sure what this is."
"We're giving it a chance," Logan answered.
"Giving it a chance?" Colin asked, his voice questioning. "What do you mean? What are you giving a chance?"
"Us."
"But you don't do relationships," Finn said, frowning. "In fact, I'm not sure I've even seen you go out with the same girl twice. Not that I think there's something wrong with that, actually I kind of like the bloody idea." He paused, his expression suddenly turning more serious and a bit angry. "But what I don't like is if you're planning on treating Rory this way."
"Finn…" Rory began, but Logan cut her off.
"I'm not." His voice was firm, his face completely serious.
A silence surrounded the room, before Colin opened his mouth. "But you don't do relationship," he repeated.
"You don't commit," Finn added.
"I didn't before, now I do."
"But Jason will have your balls, when he finds out that you've laid a finger on his sister. You'll be ball-less!"
"There a big chance I'll not the only one."
"Pardon me?" Finn asked.
"You kissed her!"
"Yes, well, I was drunk and she was the one who started it," he blamed, his voice childish.
"Finn!"
"Sorry love." He turned back to Logan. "And I may have kissed her, but I didn't have wild sex with her!"
"You still touched her!"
"Well, I'm sure Colin has giving her a friendly peck on the lips too."
"I have not!" Colin immediately answered.
"You do realize that I'm right here, and you are making me sound like a slut?" Rory asked, while shaking her head. "Please stop, I've had enough of that from my mother this weekend."
"I didn't mean it that way," Logan immediately apologized.
Finn shook his head sadly. "Already whipped."
"We're not taking about that, we are talking about you kissing Rory!"
"What?!"
All three turned around, surprised to hear a new voice. Even more surprised were they when they saw none other than Jason Gilmore standing a few feet away from them in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowed and his mouth a straight line.
"Finn!" he threatened.
"What can I do for you, mate?" he asked, trying to sound innocent, a big smile plastered on his face.
"You kissed my sister!"
Finn's eyes seemed to widen as Jason took a step forward. "Well," he stuttered, looking around the room until his eyes landed on Logan. "He slept with her!" He pointed an accusing finger at the blond.
Rory let out a groan and Logan slowly moved closer to the wall, for perhaps the first time ever fearing his friend.
"What?" Jason said dangerously. "Tell me you didn't sleep with my baby sister!"
"Um…"
"Rory, how could you do that?! This is Logan, for God's sake. He's not your type and neither are Finn. They are players, you deserve so much better. You deserve the freakin' white horse and prince charming riding it," he said, his voice all serious. "And one day when you are ready for it, you deserve the husband, the kids, the dog and the little house with the white picket fence."
"Jase, really. It just sort of happened…"
"Oh, my sister was a one-night stand?" Jason asked Logan, before turning back to Rory. "Do you want me to beat the crap out of him? I'll beat the crap out of him!"
"Jason, hon," Rory began as she stood up and walked to him, placing a hand on her brother's shoulder. "You can't do that."
"He deserves everything that comes his way!"
"No," Rory corrected him, shaking her head somewhat amused. "I meant, seriously, you can't."
"Oh." Jason paused, but then nodded his head, silently agreeing that she was right. After all, Logan might not be very tall, but he sure loved to work out. "All right, but for you, I'd try!"
"Don't." She looked at her brother, her eyes serious. "He did nothing wrong. None of them did."
A look of confusion flew across Jason's face. "But he had sex with you, Ror. I told him to stay away, I told him not to touch you. Don't you get it, you mean nothing to him."
"That's not true!" Logan immediately protested. "Don't say that Jase."
"You're saying she's not just your usual one-night fuck?"
"Yes."
"She means something to you?"
After a deep breath, Logan nodded his head yes. "Yes."
That seemed to calm Jason down a little. He ran a hand though his hair and nodded his head slowly to himself. "Okay. When the hell did this happen?"
"Some time ago," Rory answered with a shrug.
"Huh." He took a breath, looking around. "I can't stay here, I might do something I'll regret later. Anyone want to come get something to eat?"
"Actually, Logan and I need to talk, so…" Rory looked pointedly at Finn and Colin.
"Please," the Australian said with a snort. "You weren't exactly talking when we came in earlier."
"Finn!"
"Sorry," he said and held up his hands. "So, we're good mate? You can stand being in the same room with me, again?" he asked Logan.
"We're good."
"Jason, I assume you are no longer pissed at me?"
The brunette nodded his head. "Just don't ever touch her again."
"Not fair, Logan can!" Finn pouted.
Rory shook her head, an amused smile on her face. "I don't even get a say in this?"
"No."
"Jeez."
"All right boys, you're ready to go?" Colin asked, both Jason and Finn nodded yes.
"Let's hit the road!"
Just as Colin and Finn were out the door, Jason turned to Logan. "Oh, and Logan," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You hurt her, and I swear I'll kill you. Friends or not."
"I won't."
"That's what they always say," he simply replied as he exited the room.
Both Rory and Logan stared after them, neither able to believe that it was finally out. They knew.
"Well…"
"He knows."
"They all knows," she corrected.
"You're sure you want this? You know you are going to have to meet my parents some day."
"So?"
"They're not very nice people."
"I'm sure I've met worse. However, my mother will forever mock you for being my dirty little secret," Rory told him.
"I can handle it."
They shared a smile as they intertwined their fingers.
"So we are doing this?"
"We really are."
- - - - -
A/N: Yes folks, they are finally together! It might be a little sudden, but it was time. Also, I'm kind of proud of the fact that I've updated pretty quickly these last few times. But, school just started again, so that'll probably change. Sadly!