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Chapter 17: Epilogue
"Baldage!" Finn exclaimed, putting his letters on the scrabble board, "HA! 20 extra points and I win! I win again!" He started dancing around the living room making obscene movements with his hips.
"No you didn't, Finn! 'Baldage' is not a word!" Rory protested.
"Yes, it is!"
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it is, love, baldage is the accumulation of hair in the drain after showering." Finn explained.
"That is disgusting! Yet it still is not a real English word, as are not 'sassitude' or 'teleflector'. You made those up, so you don't win."
"Are you calling me a cheater?" Finn gasped.
"Yes! Because you make up words!"
"Na-ah!" Finn wagged his finger in front of her nose.
"There is no dictionary in the world that has that word in it!"
"Would you two knock it off already!" Logan yelled, "I'm trying to study here!"
"Tell Finn, that baldage is only a word in his retarded head!" Rory said.
"Oh! You can't ask him. He's biased! He'll tell anything you want because you're sleeping with his sorry ass…" Finn whined
Rory smirked mischievously. "Exactly!"
Logan let his eyes dart from one idiot to another.
"You two need therapy…lots of it." He mumbled before slamming the door shut.
Finn and Rory exchanged glances. She rarely saw him this irritated, but she understood where he was coming from. He had been studying for midterms and writing 2 papers at a time. His professors were really pushing him lately. She felt bad for gallivanting around with Finn when her boyfriend was cramming on an exam in the next room. If it had been her studying she would've thrown them both out.
'Well our friend is kind of crusty," Finn remarked.
Rory slapped him on the arm and softly knocked on Logan's door.
"No! Go away!" a muffled response came. Rory rolled her eyes and opened the door watching him on the bed surrounded by books and notes, a notebook in his lap. She closed and locked the door keeping Finn out. Whose muffled protests could be heard through the shut door.
"Hey." She said with a smile.
Logan looked at her standing in front of the bed and his motivation to study was gone as snow in the sun.
"Hey," he said back rubbing his face.
Rory sat down on the bed behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him back against her chest.
"Sorry for the noise." She said kissing his ear. "I was just completely happy, because I wrote my last exam today and you were busy, so well Finn and I got a little carried away."
"I'm sorry I've neglected you lately."
"Hey, I understand. Those professors are stalking you."
"Yeah, they are everywhere. I'm currently afraid of opening my fridge, in case one of them will jump out and make me write another stupid paper just before Christmas."
"When do you have to turn it in?"
"7th of January."
"Well then you still have plenty of time. Why kill yourself ?"
"Because, silly goose, I want to spend winter break with you without having to write a paper on the causes of ethnic hostility or the aftermath of the economic collapse in Russia and Eastern Europe." Rory blushed, a warm feeling nestling in her stomach.
"That is very sweet of you." She now felt even worse for her and Finn bothering him.
"Well I plainly am sweet." She rolled her eyes. That cocky streak was driving her mad and was one of the many things she loved about him at the same time.
"Why don't you take a little break and I don't know give me some attention.."
She asked seductively burying her fingers under his sweater and running her fingers down his warm belly.
Logan grabbed her head surprising her with a hungry kiss.
"Not tonight, Ace." He then groaned pushing her away, caressing her face.
"As of tomorrow I'm yours, but I have to finish my economics paper first. And you being here? Not helping." He grinned giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Fine," Rory pouted, "but tomorrow night I want you in my bed, mister." Logan had to laugh at her forwardness. She still blushed at the smallest compliment, but in the five months they had been dating she didn't seem to be scared anymore to say what was on her mind to him, blunt or not.
"Yes, mam," he assured her.
Rory gave him one more kiss and than another one and another one…
"Ace…." Logan stretched.
"You are right you are neglecting me.." she whispered
"The sooner you leave, the sooner I finish…" he hinted. Rory sighed.
"I guess... see you tomorrow."
"Thanks. And could you take Finn with you, before I commit a cold-blooded murder?"
"Sure," Rory laughed exiting his room.
"Well that was a quickie," Finn remarked and earned himself a punch.
"Come on you, I'm going to prove to you that "baldage" is NOT a word. We are going to Paris!" she said grabbing his arm.
"No! Not Paris! Paris is mean!" Finn whined as Rory dragged him out of the dorm.
"Logan…" Rory whispered softly stroking his nose with her finger. " Wake up."
He stirred mumbling something incoherent. Rory chuckled.
"Logan, come on, wake up."
"Huh? Rory? What's wrong?" He asked her in a sleepy voice, not opening his eyes.
"Nothing is wrong," she laughed. "I want to show you something."
"It's…" he cracked open an eye, " 4.26 a.m. I have a midterm in 4 hours… just let me sleep." He closed his eyes again. Rory started jumping on his bed.
"Argh! How did you get in?" he growled.
"With the key you gave me."
"What was I thinking at that moment?" He asked knocking her down and pulling her in his arms. "Just sleep and show me tomorrow."
"I can't show you tomorrow…"
"Why not?" he whined. Rory crawled under the sheets and pressed her cold hands against his bare chest causing him to hiss.
"Jesus, Mary and Josef where have you been? You're ice cold." She giggled.
"Outside and its beautiful! There's a full moon and it's snowing!"
"It's mid- December. How is that a miracle?"
"Oh don't be such an old man."
"Yes! Where is your sense of adventure, and rebellion! In omnia paratus for heavens sake. "
"It died along with my dignity the minute you became my girlfriend." That earned him a pinch.
"Why don't you just go pester Finn? Or Colin for that matter and have mercy on me. I'm tired and tired and really really tired."
"I promise you we'll sleep all day after your exam tomorrow, but now you have to get up and come with me."
"I really really don't like you at the moment," he mumbled leaving the warm comfort of his bed and pulling a sweater over his head.
Rory started laughing.
"It's backwards AND inside out, hon."
Logan sighed. Why do you let her walk all over you? He asked himself. She was now pulling the sweater over his head, turning it and dressing him with it again.
"Need help with your pants too?" She asked sweetly.
"Ha… frikkin' ha…" was his response as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
"Don't be grumpy!" she cooed. "You said I could come see you tomorrow. Well it's tomorrow."
"I didn't mean tomorrow at 4.30 in the morning tomorrow!" It was to no use arguing with her. He sighed searching for his shoes and grabbing his coat, letting her grab his hand and haul him out of his warm dorm into the freezing cold night.
He shivered when the cold December wind hit him, wishing he had a scarf or even better that he had never left his warm bed.
Rory ran of, her long red scarf fluttering behind her. She was twirling in the falling snow.
"Isn't beautiful?" She yelled laughing brightly, causing Logan to smile despite of his bad mood due to the hour. She was beautiful spinning around in the snow. It was lazily falling out of the dark sky and getting caught in her hair and on her dark blue coat. She launched herself at him landing them both on a pile of snow.
"How much coffee did you have?" he asked her.
"Tonight? 5 cups." She answered as if it was the most common thing in the world.
"How is that beneficial for me?" he asked her laughing.
"Don't you love this?" she asked, "The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event."
"But this is not the first fall of snow. This is the hundredth fall of snow, Ace, and yes I do love it. Watching you go all crazy with the snowflakes, " he laughed.
Rory threw a handful of snow in his face getting one right back.
"Mean!" she pouted. "You know my mom always says: Good things happen when it snows."
"Does she now?" he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I think my butt is freezing."
Rory took a deep breath. She had to say it. It had been bothering her for weeks now. And she wanted to finally get it of her chest.
"I love you." Logan just looked at her. He didn't know what to say, even wondered if he had heard her right, or the wind had deformed her words. .
"What did you say?" he asked her, realizing to late how stupid that sounded.
"I love you?" Rory asked meekly. In her head she went through countless scenarios how he would break up with her because she freaked him out… Should I've waited till after his midterms? Till after Christmas? Should I've just waited? Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should've waited! Ok, damage control what do I do!
"I love you too." Rewind!
"What did you say?"
"I adore you, I appreciate you, I cherish you, I need you, I respect, I value you, I yearn for you, I want you… I love you."
"What did you say…?" she asked again a smile creeping up her face.
"I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!" he yelled out.
"Shut up! People are trying to sleep! " they heard someone shout faintly and both giggled.
"What did you say?" she asked cheekily once more. Logan slapped her butt.
"Seriously, Ace," he laughed.
She kissed him gently caressing his face. Logan parted his lips, inviting her for a slow French kiss, leaving her breathless. They looked at each other panting, little clouds of air escaping theirs mouths into the frosty night air, and their faces coming closer again for another kiss. Snow fluttering down on them on a silent perfect December night.
Life really was like a box of chocolates.
AN: So there it is. The epilogue. :) At least I hope it's an epilogue. I've never really written one, so don't really know how to :). I'm going to miss writing this story, but am starting a new one, so I'll get over it. :P Read and review, people, pretty please :)