A/N: Rory's POV--- Logan's back!
I was sitting in the kitchen, talking to mom about Luke when I heard shouting, and a lot of it. The front door slammed and then Tristan appeared in the doorway. "Door's for you Mary. Is there a back door I can use?" Mom pointed to the back door and he started out it. Just before he closed the door, he paused. "I'm really sorry Mare." If I was confused before, I was really confused now. I opened the door and suddenly understood why he was sorry. There was Logan on my front porch looking pissed as ever. "Logan, I…" He turned to me and I just knew this wasn't going to end well. "You didn't come home because you were with… Him?!" God, Logan couldn't even say his name. "It's not what it looks like! I had lunch with mom and then she wanted to show Tristan around and by then it was really late and…" He shook his head, cutting me off again. "How many times did you bring me to Stars Hollow?" His voice was lowered, but it still took me off guard. "Well… I…." I was grasping at straws, trying to make this work, but he shook his head again. "It's not my fault Logan!"
That only added more fuel to the fire. "Not your
fault?! You told me you were working!"
"I was! I had a
business meeting with Charles DuGrey's client Mr. Schalupa. He's
a friend of my grandpa's and I was doing Richard a favor by sitting
in with Mr. Schalupa. I didn't know Tristan was going to be on
point! Or there at all for that matter!" That seemed to calm
Logan down a little. "What? He didn't mention it when you left
me to meet up with him?" Ah, so Logan did
know. "Logan, it was completely innocent!
We were catching up and then I fell asleep while we were watching TV.
I didn't mean…" Again, Logan shook his head. "How long?"
What? "How long
what? Now I have no clue what you're talking about!" He looked
at me like I had just insulted his mother. "How long have you been
cheating on me with… Him?" It was my turn to shake my head.
"Logan, I…" -- "How long?" He was irate now and honestly,
I was scared. Where is Tristan?
My mother appeared behind me in the doorway. "Get out." Her voice was low and dangerous. "Now Logan. How dare you insult my daughter in my home! Get out." I watched Logan's anger deflate, but he left anyway. I went into the kitchen and sat back in the chair. By now my coffee was cold and nasty. I didn't even feel like drinking any right now anyway. "I'm just… Tired. I'm going to lay down." Mom nodded. "Alright hon." I trudged into my room and collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to close the bed room door behind me. I vaguely heard Tristan come in with the food and ask where I was. Tears welled up in my eyes, why hadn't he been here? He came in and closed the door. I felt the bed dip beside me and he started rubbing my back. I promised myself I wouldn't cry, and I was doing good until he started whispering his apologies. He put his hand on my shoulder and let me roll over. When I did, he laid beside me and wrapped me in his arms, holding me close, just letting me cry.
Finally when all my tears had run dry, I laid my head down on his chest. "Rory…" I shook my head. "Just hold me?" My voice was small, but firm. "Alright." And then he started to get up. "Just getting a blanket Mare." He smiled down at me affectionately. I offered him a small smile and nodded. He pulled the blanket up over us and I curled back up against him. "I'm sorry Mary." I shrugged. "I know you don't want to now…" He paused. Was he going to ask me out? What would I say? You would say yes. My mother's voice quieted my fears. "But if you want to talk about it, I'm here." Again I nod. After a while, I fell asleep next to him, wondering if he could make me happy.