So here we are again; a brand new day, a brand new chapter. Thank you so much to all of you who have taken the time to review the previous chapter, they kept me going, I tell you.

Lit Lover: Sorry to disappoint you, but the picture will take a tad bit longer for me to make and post. Currently I'm concentrating with getting the chapters done, but I'll try my best to get it done as soon as possible. Hold on and don't lose hope. :) .

Poison-Girl-UK:I'm sorry that you don't like Snow Patrol. No offense taken, by the way. But the reason why they are listening to them is because of the lyrics, I don't know whether you'll feel the same with me regarding this, but I find that Snow Patrol lyrics are very deep, nicely written, and gives a Literati vibe. :)

Georgia Linderski & Regan: There were two songs used in the previous chapter; Stay Away by the Honorary Title and Sway by the Perishers. Download them, they're great. :).

My two week holiday is up (tear) and I'll be having midterms in about two weeks, so expect another chapter not this month, but hopefully the next.

Read on, my sweet, sweet readers.

STAND STILL, LOOK PRETTY

Chapter 6

Logan Huntzberger (Come On)

Rory,

For a long time I've been wanting to write to you; to see how you were, to know where you are, to find out whether you are lost as I am. I've been entertaining thoughts of you and me; imagining what it would have been like if you had only said yes. I have been like that, Rory, I have been lost. And I had half-hoped, and I know it is very bad to wish this kind of ill, especially to someone who you claim to care about, but I had hoped that you have been lost too. But I know you haven't; ever since you made your decision to say no, you've never faltered. And while that is not good news for me, I admire that of you. Maybe you had regretted, a little, but you went on with your life. While me? I know I gave you an ultimatum, all or nothing it was, but I regretted it terribly. When I finally realized that I had made a tremendous mistake, I found out that you had left. And just like that, you were completely out of my life. Ever since then, I had worked hard to be where I am now. I had tried, with all my might to forget you and to be, at least a little, like you. I've been following your every move; I've been watching you through a glass window. You had always stood still in that unbelievable chaos, doing your job, looking gorgeous as hell. And not once have I ever seen in your face, a trace of regret for the old life that you had left in order to pursue your dreams. And seeing that level of dedication in you, I wanted it for myself; to move on and forget, and be what I know you had believed I could be. And, I guess I did for a while; I went on, denying with every fiber of my soul, that I needed you. I must admit, I have been doing that, not comprehending until today that I have been lost, living my life robotically and systematically. I'm at a major point in my life Rory, a crossroad. And, I don't know what to do, especially after seeing you last night on TV. I need you more than ever Rory, I need your help. I need you to come here to California, as soon as you can. You might be engaged in something else, I know. But please, take me into consideration. I know I have no right to ask this of you, and I sound selfish, I am well aware of that, but if you had truly loved me, Rory, please come.

I'll be waiting.

Yours sincerely,

Logan Huntzberger.

Standing by herself in front of the luxurious toilet mirror, Rory took in a very deep breath and for what seemed like the hundredth time, ran her fingers down her long, curly brown hair. She wore an exquisite yellow summer dress with her hair falling beautifully like a fan behind her bare back. The dress had been a gift from her grandmother; for sure she would have never purchased anything like it for the price that she knew her grandma must have paid. But it was definitely useful for moments like these in her life, when she needed to look the part of a rich, young woman in order to be let in, without mockery, into a restaurant such as this. She didn't care for it, but she must obey the rules of society, and society demanded her of this.

Rory, in the sense, was not poor or lacking. But ever since she had started her job, she had riveted to her old child-self, not really caring what she wore; she had always dressed for comfort, not for style. It also helped that what she found comfortable were clothes that did not look hideous on her. But she would have never chosen to wear this yellow summer dress for comfort. When she had called Logan the night before, to notify him of her sudden arrival, he had asked to meet her in this particular restaurant, where she was required to look like she belonged in a particular class of society. She had then, rummaged through her suitcase, afraid that she had not brought anything fancy. To her surprise and delight, she did. It was not fancy, but simple and elegant. Her grandmother truly had taste.

Rory opened her little, black purse, pulled out her mascara and reapplied it on her eyelashes, at the same time reliving the phone call that she had with Logan the night before. She had been worried that maybe she had come too late for whatever it was that Logan needed her for, with the letter being lost in the mail and all. But she wasn't, Logan assured her of this. She was, in his words, in the nick of time. He sounded ecstatic on the phone, and it pleased her.

Rory didn't know what she wanted to come out of her visit; she didn't even know whether she wanted to be with him or not. She might have left her heart in Philly, but for the time being, she refused to believe it… for the time being… she didn't want it to be. She wanted to be able to sit in front of Logan, with an untutored heart, and gouge her feelings for him without any distraction or disadvantages. He deserved that much from her.

Their scheduled time to meet was seven p.m. It was now seven fifteen. She had arrived earlier than the appointed time; she had wanted to be able to study him as he walked in, from the comfort of the dining chair. She did not want to walk in with his eyes drinking her in from across the room, it would have unnerved her. But just like she had taken this initiative, so had Logan, though the reason behind it might differ from Rory's. She had seen him on her way in, sitting by himself in the centre of the dining room, near the soothing fountain. And thathad unnerved her.

Because she had looked amazing in her dress, nobody questioned or barred her as she made her way, as quickly as she could to the rest room. And that was where she had been until then.

"Get a grip on yourself," she muttered under her breath as the door to the toilet opened to let in a woman and her daughter.

With her mind half-set, Rory caught the door before it closed and walked out before she could change her mind. The restaurant was full, but it wasn't noisy. A string quartet was playing a beautiful sound by the fountain, close to where she would be, where Logan was. And everybody who ate there was talking softly, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility that this restaurant seemed to provide.

She took a step forward, then another, ignoring the many eyes that turned to her in admiration. Halfway there, Logan noticed her and broke into a smile as he stood up. Rory had never known or realized how much she had missed that signature smile of his; the irresistible movement of his lips that set his eyes adorably smaller.

Oh she had missed him!

Before Rory had reached Logan, he had reached her, pulling her gently into a warm embrace that was at the same time, new and familiar. He smelt of the same aftershave that she had grown accustomed to over the three years that she had been with him and felt tears stung her eyes. For a long time, his heart was what she had called home; his embrace had been her source of comfort. All that had been taken away from her and for a long time she had felt the loss, but never the full impact. But now, here he was, hugging her in the way that he used too, and Rory finally realized the extent to which she was denied.

She squeezed him in reply to his affectionate, memorable gesture and let go before she would be overwhelmed by it all. Smiling through her blurry eyes, Rory blinked her tears away as he softly planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Hello Ace," he said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears.

Her cheek burned.

"Logan… it's nice to finally see you, you look well."

He motioned for her to sit down while he did the same. She placed her cell phone on the side of the table, her purse on her lap, and was comfortably sitting on the chair when the waiter arrived with their menus.

They perused through the menus for a few minutes in silence, both of them stealing glances at each other whenever they feel that the other was unaware. After the task of choosing what they wanted to eat had been done, they looked at each other and started laughing when the silence stretched on.

"We had always had something to talk about," Rory said, when their laughter had died down.

"Clearly the years have had an effect," Logan replied, smiling.

His good looks had not deteriorated over the years, but the years had in fact, worked to his great advantage. He had never been handsomer, had never been fitter! He was the image perfection of a rich, intelligent, businessman.

They both noticed the looks and whispers that the other customers were giving them, clearly thinking that they make a very handsome couple. And to be sure, they did. Rory in her elegant yellow dress, Logan in his smart black suit, they were a match made in heaven! Rory, used to the attention that she sometimes received because of her job, and Logan, knowing full-well the effects that he had with women, took it all in stride, hardly giving the strangers any acknowledgement that they noticed.

They were, in other words, perfect for each other.

"How are you?" Rory asked.

"I've never been better," Logan answered. "Thank you for coming Rory."

His face turned serious.

"I'm happy to be here and to be of help."

He nodded, and for a fraction of a second, his face looked as if he were in pain. But as quickly as it had come, his face changed once more to his normal self.

"You're too kind."

Not knowing what to say in reply to that, Rory took a sip from her glass of champagne and felt her neck becoming warmer.

"How can I be of help, Logan?"

And his face changed again. This time it stayed that way.

"Did you love me, Rory?" He asked softly, not answering her question.

"You know I did," Rory replied, just as softly, just as emotionally.

Logan took a deep breath. "And do you still?"

Caught off guard, Rory gripped her glass of champagne, and looked away from Logan.

"I… I don't know," she answered.

When he didn't say anything else, Rory turned back to him and with resoluteness asked him the same.

"I've never stopped," was his steadfast answer.

"Is this what you wanted me to come here for? Did you want me to relive the past that I had worked hard to put behind me?"

He didn't answer her, but continued to stare at her. His face was constantly battling the look of pain to return to its former self… where it betrayed nothing but contentment.

"I don't know how I could have possibly ever lived this long without knowing or feeling what true love really is. I had known when I was with you, but that was so

long ago that I had forgotten what it really felt like. How could I ever have contented for what I have, when I've had you in my life, Rory? With you here, everything in my life seems wrong."

Unable to speak, Rory stared at him wide-eyed. From Dean and Jess, she had expected something like this, but not from Logan.

"You threw it all away," Rory finally got out. "You didn't give us a chance."

"And I regret it to this very day. I've made mistakes in my life Rory, but not as erroneous as the one that I had made when I had walked away from you. And I know I'll be making the biggest mistake of my life, if today, I don't ask you to stay."

Rory was saved from the need to answer him when her cell phone vibrated on their table. The name of the caller was visible to her and to Logan and when they both realized that it was Jess, the hand that Rory had lifted in order to pick it up, was suddenly grabbed by Logan's strong hand, halting her action in midair.

"Stay, Rory. I beg of you, please stay."

His face was twisted in agony, just like it had been when he had apologized to her for the things that he had done when he thought they were broken up.

The curiosity that Rory had felt the moment she saw Jess's name flashing on her phone soon vanished as she stared into Logan's desperate and sincere eyes.

"Stay,Rory."

With her hand gently guided away from her phone, Rory Gilmore knew that she was staying in California.

And finally the silence, looking out, looking back across the sky, trying to find a meaning, knowing that I just left it all behind, still I smell a lingering softness; where did she go? How did she go? I wanna wanna know. I wanna know that she'll be coming here to me.

Come on, without you I'll never feel the love inside of me. Come on, you know that we belong. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

'Cause each of her kisses, how my heart misses. She's coming, she's coming here to me. I'm needing… desiring to kiss her now. I'm living for her, I'm breathing for her. Singing for her fairytale.

So here we are again; another end to another chapter. Tell me what you think? I personally think this ending was not as… what's the word… touchingas the previous chapter. Do you agree? Well, do tell me. Hit that review button. (I hope that the Sophies liked it.)

Till next time!

Love ya'll.