AN: Thanks so much to my first reviewers, glad you like it so far. This chapter is dedicated to Mixxndmatch, my second reviewer who seems to share my love of Jason Reeves.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls the CW and the Writers do.

I keep your picture by my bed for when I'm feeling sad
And I don't know why I would be.
The way your smile looks so real
I feel like I could start to understand your grace.
And I don't understand why you're not here with me.
And I don't even wanna know where else you'd be.
Cause I have photographs and memories of the times
When you weren't on my mind and I was alone.
And I have poetry and drawings of my life
When you weren't on my side and I didn't know
Just what is love...

Logan's hand slammed down on his alarm clock ad he began to roll out of bed. Unaware that his foot was tangled in his sheet he tried to get up only to fall on top of a bunch of card bored boxes, hitting his hip into the corner of one. He groaned at the pain coming from his hip as he opened his eyes and began to survey his room. He had been living in this house for almost a year and here he was sitting in a bunch of boxes that have yet to be unpacked. He knew he should really get to work unpacking these boxes after all they were obviously a safety hazard as was evident from the throbbing in his hip, but he couldn't bring himself to do it even after a year. This house was to be theirs, his and Rory's. Every time he tried to unpack he could only picture how Rory would have wanted everything. He could imagine her putting her books way while giving names to everything from the coffee maker to the avocado tree. That avocado tree that haunts him everyday, reminds him of how much he misses her.

Logan began to move from his spot on the floor and make his way over to the night stand. He slowly begun to pick up a frame that was face down slowly turned it over revealing her smiling face. The photo was taken at her graduation party during her grandparent's silly song to her. Moments before he poured out his heart to her with dreams of their future, their future in this very house. She couldn't see that future though or more likely she saw exactly what he did and didn't want to be with him forever. So here he was alone in a house filled with haunting memories of her, staring at her photo while she had probably already moved on. The thought of her with someone else made him want to cry, scream, laugh, die. He wanted her back with him everyday he wished that today would be the day that she showed up at his door step. He pictured how the would reunited differently every time sometimes he would picture opening the door to her she would say she was sorry she loved him, wanted to be with him. He would cut her off and kiss her with all the feelings that he has bottled up for the past year, and more words wouldn't be need because they were together again. In another version he would be angry at her for breaking his heart then coming back and they would fight for hours, but the ending was the same they would be together again.

Logan was deep in thought tracing his finger around her face in the picture when his alarmed buzzed a second time. He glanced at the time and became aware of how late he would be if he didn't leave soon. He took one last look at the photo before one again placing it face down on his nightstand along with the hope that she would come back.

I need you back, I need you back
I need you here. I need your smile,
I need your eyes I need you dear.
Cause every line on your face
Makes a beautiful maze
For my eyes to trace...

AN: I have trouble writing Logan so this is kind of short I hope you like it though. The next chapter will start to have more dialogue now that I have most of Rory and Logan's feelings out in the open. Please review