AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG, R&R PLEASE.

Chapter Twenty: Pickup and dropoff

The plane landed at MSP (Minneapolis/Saint Paul) airport. I only had twenty minutes to make my connection flight. I was at the same time, though, still debating what I would do about Logan. I obviously wasn't his mother but then again, he did need to learn a lesson. The silent treatment and any other ideas I had seemed childish.

I handed the Jamba Juice worker my Visa, and signed the receipt without looking, took my juice and headed towards the gate. Everything seemed to be a blur. I normally loved flying, but it wasn't really possible to enjoy it at this point. Take off and landing normally made my heart race- but in a good way.

I turned on my phone because I was on the plane early. The first class seat was comfortable, relaxing. It was a large plane, but not many people were flying, I hoped that no one would be sitting near me. At this point all I wanted was to be alone.

My phone beeped.

Paris: Where r u?

Me: Airplane

Beep

Paris: Y?

Me: pickin up LH in W.A.

Beep

Paris: y?

Me: g2g plane taking off soon ttyl

The plane wasn't really taking off yet, I just didn't want to explain everything to Paris right then. She would just be bugging me, saying how immature Logan was, it wasn't worth it.

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The Seattle police department smelt like old socks. Cops were sitting around at their desks drinking coffee like they had nothing better to do. It was as if their jobs didn't have to be done, like the world was perfect and there was nothing to worry about. I made my way towards the front desk, it was time to bail him out.

"He was caught doing seventy-five in a fifty mile-per-hour zone," the cop told me "according to the breathalyzer he was drinking. The bail is five hundred dollars."

"Five hundred?!"

"Yes," he murmured as another cop led a handcuffed Logan out towards me. He had on that face, the one where he looked both angry and apologetic.

After paying Logan's bail I signed the paperwork, so did he and we left.

The airport wasn't crowded as it had been before. The late night flights were more empty then the early morning ones. I didn't speak to Logan, not even a little, it was completely silent between us.

He didn't say anything until we were on the plane, about to take off.

"Ace," he murmured, I put down my magazine, and "I know you're mad at me, but you still have to talk to me."

"Do I?" I said quietly.

"Yes."

"I don't think I do."

"But-"

"Just wait a second, Logan. You are my fiancé, husband and father to be. You then just leave, get drunk, and arrested. I have to fly all the way across the country to bail you out. I don't want to do that anymore, you need to deal with your problems, because like I said before a ba-" suddenly I felt a pain in my torso, my hand automatically flew over it.

"What, sweetie, what is it?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Rory, I just want you to know that I am truly sorry," he looked deep into my eyes.

"It doesn't matter."

"It does," he looked angry "you need to listen to me."

"No you need to listen to me," I said sternly "you never do, and then something happens and I turn out right! I am right and you need to hear what I am saying, because I am going to need you, not this" I held my hands out towards him. "I need the real Logan next to me. Supporting me."

"I can do that."

"Can you? I think you need to show me because right now I don't really believe you."

"I am telling the truth," he murmured.

"Prove it."

"How?"

"Figure it out," I went back to reading my magazine.

Sorry it's so short. Hope it's…ok? Please let me know, R&R!