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Summary: You never really know what you're made of until you've lost it all. And when you stand in the wreckage that once was your "perfect" life, who will be there?
She pulled the comforter a little tighter around her petite form. It was unseasonable cool for the middle of June and a soft wind howled through the creaks of her grandparents pool house. The soft buzzing of her cell phone caught her attention, but she didn't even bother checking the caller ID. Logan. He had made it a habit to call her at least four times of day, not that she answered or returned any of his calls. He still kept trying, though and she wondered how much persistence the boy had left in him. How had she let her life become such a mess? She was more or less a hermit, only leaving the solitude of her home for tea with her grandmother and dinner with both of her grandparents.
They were the only people she felt the courage to face. Her mother? Well, she was less than pleased with the decisions made and Rory wasn't sure if they would ever reconnect to be the dynamic duo they once were. Her father? Besides a few unreturned emails, he hadn't made much of an effort to see her. And finally, Logan. What could she say to him? Maybe it was all the things she would say that made her avoid him. She had never felt for anyone like she felt for him. It was all so new and exciting, but at the same time utterly terrifying. She hated that she felt so attached to him in such a short period of time, but that would soon change. Soon, there would be nothing left between the two of them, except for maybe one thing.
Her hand ran smoothly over her abdomen and a sad smile came across her lips. Everyone would say the same thing: like mother, like daughter. That is if she decided to stick around long enough to hear it. She hadn't made any real plans, yet. She didn't want Logan to know, that much she had figured out. If his family hated her before… Not to mention the fact that Logan didn't exactly seem like the father type. If he never knew, then he would never have a chance to run, that was her logic. Rory knew firsthand what it was like to have one's father walk out on him/her and she refused to put her child through the same agony. A rapid knock caused her to jump out of bed. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. 11:52, the bold numbers read. Another knock, only louder this time. She immediately reached for the Louisville Slugger that sat under her bed. Her mother taught her that trick. Better safe than sorry, she would say.
Her bare feet shivered against the cool hard wooden floors. More knocking and she could feel herself become skittish. She squeezed her eyes shut as she reached for the door and with a deep breath pulled it open. Bat poised in the air as she waited for the intruder to make him or herself known.
"Jesus Ace!" Logan's voice came out surprised. "Is this how you greet all your visitors?"
"Only the ones who are stupid enough to show up in the middle of the night." She grumbled without moving from her position blocking the doorway. She wanted him to leave and soon. Because more likely than not, her rambling would get the best of her and he would find out things that she never meant to say.
"I hardly call 11:53 that 'middle of the night.'" He returned, checking his watch.
"What are you doing here?" She tapped her foot impatiently.
"Well, I know that I'm new to this whole relationship thing. But aren't boyfriends and girlfriends suppose to see one another?" She didn't reply, so he continued on. "I heard about Yale."
"Oh." Was the only response she could form.
"It doesn't matter to me, Rory." He sounded sweet and sincere as she tried her best to steel herself against his incredible charm. "You deserve to be able to do whatever you want."
"You seem to be the only one who thinks that way."
"Well, not everyone is as enlightened as me." He smiled and despite herself, Rory did too. "I just kind of wished you would have told me about it yourself."
"I've just been really busy…" She lied.
"Yeah it seems that way." His gaze made a quick sweep of her living area, that was currently cluttered with books and laundry. "What's going on?" His hand grazed her cheek and she felt herself relish in his touch. So much for self control.
"Nothing is going on." She answered after few moments. "I just been trying to get settled in and everything with my mom is so tense."
"She didn't take the whole dropping out of school thing very well?"
"That's an understatement." Rory whispered.
"Maybe she'll come around."
"I hope so." Their eyes connected and Rory could feel tears welling in her own. She hoped Logan wouldn't notice, but knew he was far to perceptive not to. She could almost taste the words in her mouth and did her best to clamp her lips shut. He doesn't need to know, her mind kept repeating, but her heart thought different. He has every right to know. It was like a war of the worlds in her very own body and she wished nothing more than for it to stop.
"It's going to be okay, Ace." His soothing words brought her back to reality.
"No it's not." Tears coated her shaky voice. "You have no idea what I'm going through right now."
"Tell me about it, then."
"I can't." She pulled herself away from him. This was becoming far to real.
"Why?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "I want to help."
"You can't help me, Logan." Rory sounded defeated.
"How do you know that? You won't even let me try."
"Logan…" She started softly. "I'm giving you a free out, right here right now. Take it, please. Go back to the person that you once were."
"You don't want to be with me anymore?" Hurt cracked his normally confident voice. Bile rose in her throat as she noticed the vulnerability in him that she had felt more than a few times.
"I do." She squeaked. "But trust me, things will be better for you if you just go."
"Okay." He let the word out slowly. "Explain this to me. I thought we were happy. I know I'm not the best boyfriend ever, but you aren't even giving me a chance to get better at it."
"And why are you trying to make decisions for me?" His voice was rising with each word. "What exactly are you trying to protect me from?" She didn't say anything, instead look to her feet in hopes of finding the answers in the deep red nail polish that decorated her toe nails. "Rory." His voice was insistent and he used his pointer finger to lift her chin.
"Damn it, Logan!" Anger was evident in her voice. "Why don't you just leave?" It was her last ditch effort, but it didn't seem to work.
"I'm not going anywhere, Ace." He leaned comfortably against the door jam. "I didn't put myself on the line for nothing and I'll be damned if you're just going to dump me without an explanation."
"You want an explanation?" She screeched.
"Yeah." He matched her intensity.
A/N: So, I'm not really sure what the reaction to this story is going to be, I just thought I would put it out there. I've read a few stories that have Rory getting pregnant and leaving Logan out of it and I considered that situation, but thought it would be more interesting to see how they would deal with it together. Anyways, reviews are always welcomed.