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A/N: Alright, folks, I'm officially declaring this my life's quest – to finally wrap up this story. I plan on sticking around for a while, though, so only God knows when will that be. Still, I'd hate to kick the bucket before typing "The End"!

Thanks for staying interested in this story; I confess I didn't expect that, considering I've been dragging it out for about 5 years. But anyway, here's another chapter. Please let me know what you think. I have the next chapter almost entirely written. Depending on your feedback, Chapter 20 could be updated very soon (I swear!).

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CHAPTER 19 - CURVEBALL

Logan stood outside Rory's dorm, hesitating to knock on the door. His day had already been challenging, and facing Paris was the last thing he needed.

He understood that calling Rory would be futile; she wouldn't answer. Instead, he settled on the doorstep, idly playing with the edges of his jacket, awaiting her return from a night out with Hal.

The minutes dragged on, prompting Logan to engage in various antics to stave off boredom. He started creating imaginary games with scattered pebbles, forming intricate patterns on the pavement. Doodling on the back of an old receipt, he crafted whimsical sketches of stick-figure superheroes and origami.

Occasionally, he absentmindedly hummed a tune or tried to befriend a passing cat, all while glancing at his watch every few seconds. As hours passed, Logan's quest to combat boredom took an unexpected turn. Exhausted from waiting, he succumbed to the irresistible pull of drowsiness.

Slowly, Logan transitioned from tapping his foot to a gentle, rhythmic snore. A few hours had passed when he felt a light touch on his shoulder.

Opening his eyes, he saw Rory's blurry image. At first, he feared it was another figment of his imagination. But then he smelled her.

Her scent was extraordinary and strong, not from perfume, just her. Logan rubbed his eyes, attempting to clear sleep remnants. Reality gradually replaced the dreamlike haze; Rory's presence wasn't a continuation of his imaginative journey – she stood right in front of him.

With a sheepish grin, Logan mumbled, "Hey! Guess I took doorstep waiting to a whole new level, huh?"

Rory chuckled, her laughter echoing in the cold air. "You could say that," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"But what's with Batman's origami?" she asked.

Logan scratched his head, trying to muster a coherent explanation. "Well, you know, never liked Superman."

She nodded along. As he unfolded himself from the mat, Rory's expression shifted from amusement to a curious smile.

"Rich playboy taking over the world? Sounds about right," she remarked. "But I appreciate the effort. It's the quirkiest welcome-home surprise I've ever had."

Logan raised an eyebrow at Rory's observation. "Yeah, I'm just adding a touch of style and mystery to your night routine."

She grinned, tapping her chin in mock contemplation. "Style, or an elaborate plan to impress your neighbors?"

"Oh, they're already impressed. I've got quite a reputation around here," he replied with a wink.

"That I'm sure!" Rory playfully rolled her eyes. "So, Logan, what were you really doing here? I'm sure you didn't come just to fight crime in the neighborhood."

Standing up, Logan casually brushed imaginary dust from his pants. "You underestimate your doorstep. I had a really nice time sleeping on this floor."

Rory quirked an eyebrow. "No, you did not! You're wearing Armani."

Logan flashed a mischievous smile. "So? I like to live on the edge sometimes."

Her laughter bubbled up again but quickly gave way to intrigued eyes.

Noticing his unease, Rory observed him, realizing he seemed agitated and was stalling to get straight to the point – a rare occurrence.

Deciding to shift the tone, she halted their playful banter. Slowly, she looked him in the eyes, crossed her arms, and nodded for him to go ahead. Whatever he wanted to tell her, the time was now.

"I really needed to see you."

Unsure of what to anticipate from this statement, she observed him as he halted in front of her, gazing deeply into her eyes. "Did you just get home?"

"You could say."

"Oh... And how was your date?"

Ah, the date.

Rory didn't feel her encounter with Hal had gone well; they had talked extensively, but she wasn't attracted to him at all.

She thought she could make it work because they shared common interests, but when he touched her face with his oddly damp hands, it felt like the Sahara desert inside her panties.

It left her with a disconcertingly empty feeling afterward.

It didn't sit right, and she was certain they wouldn't be repeating it.

"It didn't work."

Relief flooded Logan as he exhaled a grateful sigh. His gratitude extended to the heavens, reassured that Rory hadn't become entangled with that weirdo somewhere. The world realigned itself, and Logan, unable to contain his satisfaction, exclaimed, "Good."

His candidness caught her off guard, preempting any response she might have offered. With a subtle reach, he encircled her waist, effortlessly drawing her closer.

"I came here to address your question," he declared.

Rory held her breath as his fingers intertwined with hers, shooting him a questioning look that silently inquired, "Where is this leading?"

"You know I love you, don't you?" he inquired.

Her heart resonated in her ears. "You do?"

He nodded. "More than anything."

She gasped, still holding her breath. Gazing at him intently, she grappled to comprehend, attempting to restrain a surge of hope that inundated her heart, her chest, her entire being. Then he finally said.

"I want to be your boyfriend, if you still want me to."

Skepticism clouded Rory's eyes, interrupting the intimate moment. The surge of hope clashed with a wave of doubt as she pulled away, creating a cautious distance between them.

"Logan," she began tentatively, "I want to believe you, but you've always been very clear you wanted this to be casual. How am I supposed to know if this is real?"

Logan's expression shifted from earnestness to understanding, realizing the weight of his reputation. "I get it, Rory. I know I haven't been the poster boy for commitment, but... I've changed my mind. Because I like you."

Rory, still uncertain, furrowed her brow. "What does being a boyfriend even mean to you? It's not just a title; it's about trust, loyalty, and more than just saying you love me."

He sighed, earnestness returning to his gaze. "I know I've got a lot to prove, but I'm willing to try, if you give me a chance."

Rory hesitated, torn between her desire for something real and her fear of getting hurt. "Did you only realize you liked me when you saw me with someone else?"

Logan sighed in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

"I want to know if I'm just a toy that regains interest when another player comes along." she confessed, her voice revealing a vulnerable edge.

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. "You can't be serious."

"I am. I've come to realize I've been trapped in this relentless cycle of moving from one guy to another. Dean, Jess, then back to Dean. Then you, and now Hal... And maybe what I really need is some time alone."

Logan's shoulders slumped, the weight of her words hitting him with a force he hadn't expected.

"I need to get my life back on track. And I don't want you to convince yourself to be my boyfriend just to appease me or because you still want occasional side companionship either."

"Rory... You're misunderstanding," he implored, approaching her again and taking her hand in an almost desperate plea. "I genuinely mean what I'm saying."

"Maybe you do..." Rory's gaze lingered on Logan, searching for sincerity in his eyes as she grappled with the uncertainty of her decision. "But I want you to understand that I won't risk having my heart shattered again just because I fear being alone. So I need you to be unequivocally sure of what you want."

Logan hesitated, a heavy swallow betraying the turmoil within. Distress etched lines across his face as he gazed down at her delicate hands, his mind awash with conflicting thoughts. His fingers flexed, gently tightening around hers. Finally, he voiced the question that weighed on him, "Why are you so certain that I'll hurt you?"

Her eyes welled with tears as she fought to hold them back. "Because you're the only one who can."

Rory let go of his hand gently as a shy tear fell down her face. She knew her words had been harsh, but if this was going to work, they needed to mature first.

With a tremble in her hand, she reached into her bag, fingers fumbling to find the key. As the door creaked open, Logan's gaze turned desolate, witnessing the only girl he ever truly desired, slipping away from him.

The sound of the closing door echoed like a solemn proclamation, sealing the reality of their uncertain fate.

Logan had been riding the tide, letting life happen to him for too long. That feeling had vanished.

Since the beginning, they knew this could be a dangerous game, and someone would likely get hurt.

Logan just hadn't anticipated that someone to be him.

And now the ache of realization settled heavily in his chest.

A/N: Guess it wasn't exactly what you expected, huh? But I have a point, I promise. Stick with me.

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