A/N: Ok, Chapter Three. Give me three reviews and I will give you the next chapter!
Chapter 3:
The final bell rang and Rory jumped out of her seat. Her final class of the day had been Math, and she was happy to escape the droning voice of her teacher. She had been lucky enough to have all of her classes with at least one of her friends, and she smiled as she saw Logan waiting for her to pack up her books so they could leave together.
"So, Ace, was the first day everything you thought it would be?" He asked, smiling at the absurdity of his best friend's love of school.
"Yeah, the homework on the first day is kind of a bummer, though," She said, smiling as he put his arm casually over her shoulder. Any outsider watching the scene would have thought the two were dating, but the gesture was nothing but friendly. The two teenagers met up with the rest of the gang in the parking lot, and they all went to their cars. Rory rode with Logan.
Just as they were pulling up in front of his huge mansion-like house, Rory's cell phone went off loudly.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Daughter of mine!" Lorelai's voice sounded from the other end.
"No cell phones!" Could be heard faintly in the background.
"Hey, Mom! What's up?"
"Oh, just wanting to make sure your plans haven't changed. Are you staying the night at Logan's or do you need me to come get you?"
"Um… I think I'll just stay the night. I have extra clothes there and everything I need," Rory said.
"Won't Dean be mad if you stay the night there?" Lorelai asked.
"Well he deserves it. He was really rude this morning and practically accused me of cheating on him," Rory said huffily, remembering back on the events of that morning. Logan stiffened, trying hard not to care about Rory's fight with Dean. Ever since Rory started dating Dean, Logan had tried hard to push back the feelings he was having. Suddenly, the meaningless flirting and partying with all of Chilton's females wasn't enough. Logan was ready for more. But he couldn't be falling for Rory. Rory was taken. He repeated this in his head like a mantra as he opened Rory's door for her and listened to her recount this morning's argument to Lorelai.
Logan was furious at Dean for saying what he had said to Rory. He listened to the one-sided conversation and the more he heard, the madder he got. Why didn't she just dump him? No one was aloud to mess with his Ace without paying the consequences. Wait… My Ace? Thought Logan. Where did that come from? I have got to stop thinking like this!
They were all curled up in Logan's enormous bedroom, watching The Godfather III. The first two were watched amongst laughing, talking, eating way too much food and possibly a little kissing for the three couples present, but by the third movie, everyone was exhausted.
Rory looked around and smiled at the picture she saw. Rory knew that everyone in this room would be there for her in a second if she needed them. She could always count on Paris, Lane, Jess or her mom as well, the four other people she considered best friends who were not present in the room. Colin and Stephanie were lying together, asleep, at the foot of the bed. Finn and Rosemary were sitting in a huge overstuffed bean-bag, drifting off. Rory noticed Finn lazily playing with her flaming red hair. Tristan had a sleepy Juliet on his lap as he sat in the remaining chair. That left Rory to her spot on the bed with Logan. It was always like this. When the eight of them did things together, Logan and Rory were always paired up. Of course, they were just friends.
Just friends! Rory reminded herself sternly. Dean, Dean, Dean! Think about Dean! But she couldn't help but notice how… right it felt to curl up next to Logan, her head on his shoulder, his arm holding her tightly against his side. But she was with Dean, and Logan was with… well, no one, but that status changed weekly. Rory never understood Logan's behavior with women. He was the most devoted person in the world when it came to his friends, but he never kept a girl around longer than a few weeks. She sighed, agitated by the mixed feeling she was having.
"What's wrong?" Logan mumbled to her, half asleep. Rory smiled in spite of herself. He knew her too well.
"Nothing, just thinking about all the homework I have to do tomorrow," she lied.
"Right," he said, and rolled his eyes. "Fine, don't tell me."
"Ok, sounds good," she looked up at him and smiled. It quickly turned into a frown as she realized that never once had she been able to just… be with Dean in complete silence that wasn't uncomfortable. They were always talking. With Logan, words were unnecessary. She always knew what he meant, and visa versa.
"Ace?" Logan said, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Huh?" Rory said, snapping out of her thoughts.
"I lost you there, for a sec," he said, a worried expression covering his face.
"Oh, no, I'm fine, just tired, I guess," she smiled weakly up at him, trying to reassure him.
"Ok, if you're sure," he said, his frown deepening.
"I'm sure," she said.
"Let's get some sleep," he said, and he kissed her forehead before closing his eyes, keeping his arm around her.
Rory's eyes remained wide open as she tried to ignore the tingle she had felt when he pressed his lips to her head.
A/N: Short, I know. Keep up the reviews, please and thank you. I'm writing as fast as I can, but I don't know how much I can do. Homework is keeping me swamped. I'm trying, though!!