A/N: Thanks for the reviews, they keep me going. This is a little short, and I apologize for that. I hope everyone is enjoying their summer, because I'm loving mine : ) And if I update more irregularly than usual, I apologize and offer this excuse: I'm writing six stories right now. Yeah, I know, crazy. This is the only one posted, but my mind is on overdrive and I'm going crazy. So I can't just focus on this one. Sigh.

Disclaimer: If I owned Gilmore Girls would I have to write one of these damn things?

Chapter Eight

Rory lie awake, thinking about the way Tristan had acted at dinner. He had been angry, she could tell. He had tried to mask his anger with indifference that bordered on rudeness, but she saw past it. She couldn't pretend to herself anymore. Tristan was jealous of Logan.

She closed her eyes for the hundredth time, willing sleep to take over her restless mind. Logan lie next to her, breathing steadily.

"He still likes you, you know," Logan said, startling Rory. She lie still, not turning to face him as she thought about his statement. It hadn't been an accusation, but it was true. So Logan had also seen the look in Tristan's eyes tonight.

"I know," she answered simply.

"Do you think he still loves you?"

Rory rolled over to face him, even though she could barely make out his features in their dark room. "He never loved me," she replied.

"That's why it ended, didn't it?"

Rory sighed. "Yeah."

"Were you happy when you were with him?"

"Logan, where is this all coming from?"

"Just answer me, Ace."

"I was never with him."

"That's right, it was just a thing," he answered with a trace of sarcasm.

"Exactly. It was summer when I was incredibly screwed up and I needed someone."

"But were you happy with him?"

"It wasn't a happy time in my life. My mom and I were fighting, I had just broken up Dean and Lindsay--"

"But did he make you happy?"

"Is this leading into a 'was he better in bed than I am' conversation, because if it is, I want to go back to sleep."

Logan let out a small laugh and traced his fingers down her cheek. "He made you happy."

"Well the leaving me for Shelly was kind of a low point in the relationship."

"Rory, please, just answer me."

Rory rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Fine, yes, I was as happy as I could have been at that time when I was with him."

A long moment passed as Logan processed this information, leaving Rory to wonder why he was asking her all of these things. It was their last night together, and she didn't want to spend it talking about Tristan.

"Do you think you could be happy again?"

"What?" she asked, her heart skipping a beat in fear at Logan's words.

"You and Tristan. Do you think that your feelings could ever be rekindled if you both tried to give it another shot."

"I'm not doing that, Logan."

"I'm not accusing you of it. I'm just wondering if you think you could be happy."

"I don't understand."

"He loves you Rory, and he's been waiting patiently for you for a few months now."


"And maybe you would be happier with a guy that is sitting right here, waiting patiently for you instead of wasting your time with a jackass who is off in London working one hundred hours a week and can't make it to a phone to call you."

Rory sat up and flicked on the lamp on the bedside table. She watched as Logan squinted in an attempt to adjust to the light.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"If you want me to."

She sat there, the shock evident on her face. "I don't even know how to respond to that except to tell you that if you think that is what I want than you really are a jackass."

Logan sat up too. "I'm giving you an out Rory. If you are unhappy in this relationship, which I can't see how you couldn't be, than you deserve to get out now and find someone who can be there for you."

"You are here for me," she said softly, taking his hand.

"I mean in the same state, let alone the same country."

"I can't believe you are saying this to me," Rory mumbled, to herself more than to Logan.

"I don't want you to be lonely and unhappy."

"I'd being lying if I told you that I don't miss you."

"The way things are going, it looks like I will be in London for at least another year."

"And I will be busy with school."

"What then?"

"There are newspapers in London."

"You would move there?"

"It's an option," she answered. Logan looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

"I don't want you to have to change your plans just to be with me."

"But I want to."

Logan sighed, and once again stroked her cheek. "I don't want to hold you to any of those ideas, Ace," he whispered, "just in case you change your mind."

"God, I feel like you're breaking up with me," she said, sniffling back the tears that were building in her eyes.

Logan kissed her softly, and Rory melted into his touch. "I love you," he whispered.

"I know," she returned softly before kissing him back.



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