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@ofcockytenacity

{I could practically see the sweat pooling on Logan as I teased him about topics like marriage and commitment. I knew these weren't things that he ever actually considered, so him even being here was a huge step for him. That said, as much fun as it was to "poke the bear," as the saying goes, I didn't want to tease him too much out of concern that I'd scare him away. Logan wasn't a girlfriend guy of kind. He was more like an entourage of one night stands and companions kind of guy. All that to say, the fact that he drove here to Stars Hollow and wanted us to give the exclusive couple thing a shot must mean Logan really, /really/ liked me. With that thought in mind, I didn't want to do or say anything to ruin it; even if my comments now were only meant in fun} There's no rush for anything, Logan. I want you to know that. I'm not looking to push you into anything out of your comfort zone. Let's just take it one day at a time and see how it goes. {I gently suggested while a soft smile rested across my lips} Like you said, we get along well, and we have fun when we're together. I'm a-okay with just focusing on that. {My point was, I liked Logan. I wasn't looking to change him. I just didn't want to be a number of a revolving list of women anymore was my only condition} Take me for a ride, huh? {I grinned in amusement at Logan's choice of wording} Well that certainly sounds fun and intriguing. I might just take you up on that offer. {The grin on my lips lingering as I remained cuddled up beside him} Stars Hollow is great though. Keep in mind the people are nosy, at times... {I paused before adding} Well, all the time, if I'm being honest, so be prepared for them to try and drill you and ask you all about your intentions. {I chuckled lightly. It was a fair warning since the people here were protective of me. They did the same thing to Dean back when him and I first started dating} They get very invested, you could say, but once you're in, you're in. {I added optimistically while flashing him another soft grin}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{I could literally see the panic in Logan's face when I mentioned the word marriage. Obviously I wasn't even considering marriage now... Or anytime in the near future either, for that matter, since I had graduating college and my career to focus on before all of that "till death do us part" stuff. Still, it was amusing to see that the word alone can make Logan break out in a cold sweat} Don't panic... I'm not actually thinking about marriage. I know some girls that marriage and stuff is their whole focus from childhood until they actually walk down the aisle, but I'm not that girl. I don't have plans to get married for a very, /very/ long time. College and my journalism career first before I'd even think about any of that marriage stuff. {Playfully passing you a bottle of water in case he needed it} Need a drink of water? Don't want you to get dehydrated from that panicked sweat or anything. {I gently teased; all the while a playful grin rested across my lips} But yeah, I am pretty glad you like me for me. Most guys would find the whole book smelling habit of mine weird. {I chuckled softly as I continued to joke} To be clear, I like you for you, too. I'm impressed by your spontaneous, live your fullest life fearlessly side. {I flashed Logan a grin as I remained cuddled up beside him in my bed} So tomorrow morning I'll officially introduce you to my mom. I want her to get to know the real you, and not the stereotype that she and others like to paint of you. Oh, and then we could go have breakfast at Luke's and if you don't mind a really slow pace, I'll even give you a tour of the town. {I grinned before playfully adding} Or if my maneuvering on crutches speed slows down the tour too much, you could always give me a piggyback ride through town. {I joked. Obviously just teasing about that. Honestly, I was just looking forward to Logan seeing my hometown. I didn't care how we went about doing that. All in all I was just happy that Logan was here... Even if it all felt a bit surreal to me now}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{Amusement creased my lips when I heard Logan trickle into the topic of marriage. That part wasn't what I necessarily found amusing as much as I did his expression when he realized he was talking about marriage. I swear all of the coloring left his face at that point in time. A humored grin resting across my lips as he caught himself and immediately clarified what he meant. Obviously this wasn't necessary. I mean, Logan just realized he wanted to make his first attempt at being a boyfriend. I knew marriage wasn't something either one of us were even remotely considering currently. Oh no. No way. Yes, I was crazy about Logan, but marriage was the last thing on my mind right now. I was, however, excited to see how he does at being a boyfriend though. So far so good, but time would tell} Yeah, my mom hated her childhood. She despised being a "Gilmore." At least a Gilmore in reference to my grandparents. It's why she left that whole life behind when I was born, and she started a life here in Stars Hollow. She purposely picked a town where nobody had heard of Emily or Richard Gilmore. {I briefly explained. Not that Logan probably cared one way or another, but I guess I explained this to better help him understand why my mom was so against the life he reminds her of} My point being, it's not you, necessarily, that she doesn't like. Just the life she left behind that you remind her of. I think she's afraid you'll whisk me away and turn me into... Well, my grandmother, basically. {I chuckled softly before adding} But I know you'd never try to change me. Yes, I talk a lot, I smell books, and I can eat most people under a table, but I know you like me for exactly who I am. {I said with a smile as my head rested on Logan's shoulder while I relaxed her in my bed beside him} Once she gets to know you though, she'll come around. Especially if we don't bring up the fact that she found us half naked and making out at my grandparent' second wedding. {I chuckled softly and grinned}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{I gave a soft smile and a nod in response to his words about my mom not liking him, no matter what he does or says} I really want to say you're wrong about that, but I don't know if I can. Honestly though, it's not your fault she feels that way. My mom resents everything about her childhood. She hated growing up in my grandparents' house, and she despises everything and everyone who reminds her of her former life as a "Gilmore." All that to say, knowing you're someone that my grandparents approve of for me just makes my mom feel the opposite way about you. For one because she makes a point to disagree with everything my grandparents say or do, but two, I think she's afraid if I date someone like you, it will somehow pull her and I apart, since she wants nothing to do with that wealthy, elite, Socratic lifestyle. {I briefly explained. Not sure if that made any sense at all, but it did to me at least since I knew my mom's take on all of that} All that to say, it's not you, per say, that she despises, but your last name, I guess more than anything. Then again, catching us making out during my grandparents' wedding didn't help your cause, nor did it help that you were the one who brought me home drunk that time, but again, none of those things are your fault. They're mine, and she's just choosing to blame you because of who you are. It's dumb, and I'm sorry about that, but one way or another, I'll get her to warm up to you. {I added reassuringly before conversation shifted to the town festivities} Oh yeah, you're going to love this town. Especially the crazy town meetings. I'll make sure that we're stocked up with snacks because when Luke gets heated, him and Taylor tend to fight like children. It's must see TV. {I joked as I flashed Logan a bright grin} All that to say, I'm really glad you're here. Definitely came as a shock to me, but a really good one. {I added with a soft smile as I remained cuddled up in his arms}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{My lips pursed slightly into a faint grin as I heard Logan's words about my mom. Well, as much as I wanted to deny it, he wasn't wrong... My mom definitely wasn't his biggest fan. In fact, it might be safe to say that she didn't like him at all. The thing was though, my mom just didn't know him the way I did. All she saw when she looked at him was a troublemaker who was going to drive me down the wrong path in life. Not to mention the snap judgement she made about him simply because he came from a prominent family, which reminded my mom of how much she hated growing up as a "Gilmore." Given how grandma and grandpa allegedly judged her and treated her when she was younger, my mom believed anyone with money and a prominent surname was bad news and worth avoiding. Of course it didn't help Logan's reputation that my mom knew he was the one who brought me home drunk the night Dean broke up with me. Mind you, none of that was Logan's fault, and me getting drunk was my own choice, but my mom didn't care about any of that logic or reasoning. From her perspective, he's bad news and was going to ruin my life like my father apparently did to her. Then there was the infamous incident at my grandparents' wedding renewal ceremony, and well, needless to say the combination of all of those things resulted in mom wanting me to stay as far away from Logan as humanly possible} I'm sorry my mom isn't really a big fan of yours. The thing is, it's not fair to you, because all of the reasons she doesn't like you were as a result of something I coerced you into doing. {I said with a slight shrug of my shoulders as I flashed Logan an apologetic smile} I mean, me getting drunk after Dean broke up with me was my own doing. You were just there as a friend trying to cheer me up. She should actually be thanking you for that since you made sure I made it home safely that night. {I started to say before adding} And the incident at my grandparents' wedding reception was also my choice. I was the one who practically seduced you into making out with me. {All things I had tried explaining to my mom, but she made up her mind about Logan, and apparently she was too stubborn and stuck in her rich-person prejudices that she refused to change her way of thinking} Just give her time... She'll come around. She just needs time to see what a great guy you really are. {I said in a sense of encouragement while the smile lingered on my lips} Like case and point, you found out about my accident, and you immediately came here to check on me. That will show her how sweet and thoughtful you are. {I added reassuringly. Then again, I didn't know who I was trying to convince more right now: me or Logan} The fall festival is usually fun, though. A really good chance for you to get a full taste of what this town is like. {I said through a soft chuckle} This town has lots of festivals... Really any excuse to throw a party or have a gathering. Oh, you need to witness a town meeting at some point, too. Those are always entertaining. {I said with a smile as I leaned my head against your side while I rested in the bed}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{I smiled in amusement over at Logan. I appreciated the fact that he didn't want to lie to my mom, but this might be one of those small exceptions he should make to the rule. I mean, something tells me my mom won't be thrilled to know he climbed into my bedroom via my bedroom window. Sure, that might have been Logan's and my thing at college, and I found it ridiculously cute of him, but my mother, on the other hand, won't find it quite so cute} Oh, I'm all for being honest with my mom. I just didn't know if being totally upfront about how you got into my bedroom was the best course of action. I mean, as adorably romantic as I think it is that you climb in through my bedroom window, my mom won't find it quite so cute. {I added through a soft chuckle as I snuggled into Logan's side} Either way though, I leave that choice up to you. Just be prepared for the Lorelai Gilmore look, and probably more, if you inform her the portion of the story involving my bedroom window. {I added through an amused smile as my head came to a rest against his chest} Anyway, I promised my mom that I'd stay in and rest tonight since I just got discharged from the hospital, but tomorrow if you want, maybe we can get out of here and I can show you around the town a bit. {I offered. My mom would be at the inn working all day, so I saw no harm in getting a bit of fresh air, since I didn't want to be cooped up in this house any longer than necessary, and I had a feeling Logan wouldn't want to be either} I should warn you though, there isn't a whole lot to do in this town other than eat. Oh, the town's fall festival starts tomorrow though, so we can always attend that tomorrow night, if you want.

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙥, 𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙥 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{Amusement creased my lips as Logan cracked a joke about me gluing his ears back on him, should my mom talk them off} Of course I will. Lucky for you I have a brand new container of superglue in my desk drawer over there. {Giving a slight nod of gesture with my head toward the desk in the corner of my bedroom. A soft, content smile creasing my lips as I carefully laid back on the bed. I was sore and hurting currently, so I knew I'd be more comfortable in this position. I just hoped Logan would lay here beside me once he was finished eating} No, not at all. Mom will be barging in here at any second and will be shocked to find you. I promise I won't ask you to hide in the closet, under my bed, or anything ridiculous like that. Still, she won't like hearing that you snuck in via my bedroom window, so if it's all the same to you, I'll probably just say you texted me when you got here and I told you to come right inside the house because the front door was unlocked. I mean, no, I don't typically condone lying, but in this case, for your own safety, and in an effort to get you and my mom on the right foot with each other, I think it might serve a good purpose over hearing that you slipped in through her daughter's bedroom window. {I casually justified before a slight shrug rolled through my shoulders} I'll leave that choice up to you, though. {Not wanting to force Logan to join me in a small lie to my mom, if he didn't feel right about it, but at the same point, I knew Mom was still angry over us making out at my grandparents' wedding reception, so I didn't want to give my mom anymore of a reason to think less of Logan than she already did} Oh yeah, I definitely want you to meet them. I'm not sure if Mom will let me out of the house tomorrow, but if not, you can meet them in a few days, if you want... You know, providing you don't get bored just relaxing here with me and decide to make a run for it. {I chuckled lightly and smiled at Logan. I knew he was used to keeping active and busy, so I wouldn't blame him if he found it boring here and decided to leave}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

Don't worry, if my mom talks your ears off, I'll figure out how to sow them back on for you. I mean, you have such cute ears, it would be a shame for them to fall off, as a result of the incessant and constant banter of Lorelai Gilmore. {I gave my chance to offer up a lame joke in response to Logan's lame joke. Ordinarily I would be nervous with a guy that I like, but when it came to Logan, I never really felt that way. I always just sort of clicked with him, and because of that, I always felt like I could be myself with him... My overeating, fast-talking, book-smelling, slightly nerdy self. Logan made me feel safe and comfortable to be me, was my point in that} Oh yeah, please dig in. There's plenty more in the kitchen you're welcome to help yourself to as well. Be warned that Mom might see you if you do venture into the kitchen, but still, the offer stands if we run out of food in here. {Flashing Logan an amused grin as I leaned back against my bed pillows, and then propped my boot up onto the stack of pillows at the bottom of my bed in order to keep my injured leg elevated. This way, if Mom did walk in unexpectedly, at least that's one thing she won't freak out about. You know, it's all about picking your battles. I though with contentment as Logan ate; making sure to leave room beside me on the bed, should he decide to cuddle up with me once he's finished eating. I did smile though when he asked me about the people in this town really liking me} Yeah, you could say that. See, I was a baby and Mom was really young when she left my grandparents' house and decided to start over here in Stars Hollow. Everyone in this town is like family to each other... You know, considering it's such a small town, so when Mom came here with a baby, the whole town kinda banned around her in support. You know, /after/ the gossip end of it passed first, of course. All that to say, they've watched me grow up, so when they heard about my accident, they basically freaked out with worry. {My shoulders rolling into a casual shrug as I gave a gesturing nod toward all of the food, before adding} Hence all the food you see before you, as well as what's still in the kitchen too. {I pointed out before adding} And if you think that's crazy, wait until you see the living room. I think there might be enough flower arrangements in there that we could open up our own floral shop right here in our home. {I chuckled out softly as I smiled over at Logan} Anyway, they're great. A little nosy, but they mean well. I can't wait for them all to meet you. Especially Sookie, Jackson, and Luke. {Then again, Luke kinda already met Logan at my grandparents' wedding, and given the position Logan and I were in when Mom, Luke, and then my dad found us in, maybe Luke won't be as thrilled to see Logan as I hope he will. Oh well, we'll cross that bridge when the time comes}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

Kill you? {My lips pursed slightly as if to give Logan the impression that I had to think over this answer. Just to make him squirm a bit, even though my mother wouldn't ever actually kill him. Yell at him, sure... Talk his ear off, oh yeah. Without a doubt. She'd never physically harm him though} Nah. Give you a headache from excessive talking about nonsense, probably, but she wouldn't physically hurt you... At least I don't think so. {I added with a playful smile as I leaned in; bringing my head to a rest against Logan's arm for added lightness} I mean, if you think I talk a lot, wait until you really get to meet my mother. She taught me everything I know. {I chuckled out softly as I lifted my head then glanced over at Logan with a smile. I knew my mother didn't like Logan... Grant it, she didn't know him, but even so, she had already made up her mind that she didn't like him. Still, Logan was important to me, so I fully intended to make my mom give him a shot. I silently considered before casually changing the subject to something a bit lighter} So, are you hungry? When the town heard I was in an accident and coming home from the hospital today, they sent a ridiculous amount of food to the house here. I'm talking enough to feed the whole town. {I started to say as I gave a gesturing nod toward the containers of food on the tray at the end of my bed} The containers on the tray are only a small dent in what's still covering the table and the counters in the kitchen. {I aired out in a joking tone, even though I was actually serious about the amount of food waiting to be eaten in the other room} Anyway, if you're hungry, help yourself. There's plenty there, and shockingly, I'm not really all that hungry. {I knew Logan would definitely understand my use of the word "shockingly" there since he was always blown away by how much food I could eat in one setting}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{An amused smile remained on my lips as I watched Logan toss back some water. Still waiting to see if he was going to make a run for it toward my bedroom window, once he realizes what he had just committed himself to. Until that moment of reality hits him though, I figured I would just enjoy being his girlfriend; even if the title would end up being short lived. My shoulders rolled into a playful shrug in hearing his question about me lying to my mom} Well, I try not to make a habit out of it, but I figure for your own safety, this might be one of those exceptions for me. I mean, it would be a shame if you came all this way to ask me to be your girlfriend, and then my mom killed you when she finds out you got in here via my bedroom window. {It was no secret that my mom was never a fan of Logan. She claimed that she saw him as a bad news playboy, but that's where we differed because she didn't even know Logan. No, even if she was too stubborn to admit it, the driving reason why my mom didn't like Logan was because he reminded her of the upper class past that she left behind when she was a teenager. She compared Logan to the sorts of guys that my grandparents wanted her to date, and given that she refused to see eye to eye with my grandparents about anything, she fought to stay out of that life, and tried to get me to do the same. I was my own person, so whether my mom liked it or not, I would make my own decisions. Logan being at the top of that list} Besides, since my accident, she's been hovering and annoyingly overprotective of me, especially with my visitors. {Deciding that was a better explanation than, "My mom doesn't like you, because you remind her of her past, and the life she hates." I briefly justified to myself as I parted my lips again to continue} So far nobody has made the cut, so it was smart of you to enter via my bedroom window. Otherwise she probably would have sent you packing. {I said with a smile as my eyes drifted to Logan once more; ensuring he was still breathing now as he sat beside me} To be clear though, I'm glad you're here... Even if you pass out once the reality of us being a titled couple sinks in. {I gently teased; all the while flashing him another soft grin}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{My head giving a slight shake of amusement when I saw the reality of the word "girlfriend" hitting Logan... Hard, from what I could tell. So hard, in fact, I half expected him to not say another word, and instead just to rush straight toward the window he just climbed into my bedroom through. For Logan's part, he was still breathing, so that was a plus. Even more of a plus though when he didn't actually run toward the window as the reality of his commitment issues came full circle, so to speak. Aside from him joking about needing water, and then again about going out the window, he surprisingly hadn't bolted yet. Maybe Logan really was going to be a man true to his word now, in at least making an effort to give a committed relationship a shot} I'm actually a little surprised Mom hasn't noticed your car parked out front. She must still be on the phone upstairs, because trust me, as soon as she notices, she'll come bolting into the room to see who is here. {I started to say as I retrieved a bottle of water from the tray beside my bed; holding it out for Logan to take, so he doesn't go into dehydration from the shock of all of this setting in} When she does come in here though, we're not going to tell her you came in via my bedroom window. That sort of thing might get you thrown out of the window, knowing Mom. {I admitted honestly before continuing with my idea for a cover story} We'll just say you texted or called me that you were here, and given that I couldn't exactly get to the door to answer it myself, at least not in a timely pace, I just told you to enter through the front door on your own. Okay? Good. {I said with a soft grin as I glanced over at Logan. Maybe a part of me just trying to confirm he was still breathing, and with that, still here} So, any regrets yet? {I teasingly asked; all the while the soft grin lingering across my lips}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

Mhmmm, girlfriend... {I started to say back humorously since I could practically hear the panic and disbelief filling Logan's voice as he said the words himself. Deciding to have a little bit of harmless fun, at Logan's expense, I parted my lips again to add} Which makes you my boyfriend... {The soft grin pulling at the very corners of my lips as I decided to gently tease him a bit more} You okay over there? Need a bag to breath into? Or maybe some water? {The amused grin lingering across my lips. Honestly, I half expected Logan to freak out here and now. That he'd realize he made a mistake in coming here and making this declaration of commitment to me, and then he'd find an excuse to leave and not look back. To my relief though, he didn't. In fact, not only did he not going running straight toward the window he had just crawled through a few moments ago, but instead he did exactly what I hoped he would do. He kissed me. The soft smile lingered across my lips as I felt his lips brush against my own. I wasn't feeling myself currently, but given how much I had missed kissing him, I mustered up what strength I could to lean into his kiss. More than anything, this was exactly what I needed to heal... I needed Logan... I needed every part of him... His touch... His kisses... I'd say sex, but I have a feeling we'd have to hold off a bit on that sort of thing until I heal up a bit more from my injuries. That was okay though, because all that mattered was us being together again. I thought in contentment as the kiss broke and I slowly retracted. An uncertain smile slowly tugging at the corners of my lips as I tried to read his expression. I couldn't help but to wonder if he was regretting this commitment thing yet} So, any regrets? Was that a "seal the deal," kind of kiss, or a kiss goodbye right before you make a mad dash toward the window? {I gently teased. Trying to keep the mood light between us, since I didn't really know what to expect now between us; especially now that Logan's had a minute to let all of this sink in}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

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@ofcockytenacity

{I really didn't know what to think at this point in time. Honestly, it all just felt really surreal to me. Amazingly so, yes, but surreal, nonetheless. Like, one of those, too good to be true, types of moments, since this is everything I always wanted to have with Logan, yet he had previously made it clear to me that he was a "friends with benefits," type of guy and not someone who would ever commit to just one girl. This being the driving reason that I ended things with him a few days back, yet here he was now telling me that I was the one he wanted? Could this be real? Still, even after subtly pinching myself on the arm, while I watched Logan nervously pacing the floor of my bedroom, the pain from the pinch confirmed to me that this was really happening now. Even more so when he calmed down enough to take a seat on my bed beside me, and then I felt the warmth of his touch when his hand lowered onto my own. Initially, I didn't know what to say in response to his declaration. I mean, did he really mean it? Or was this just some spontaneous thing, and once the passion and impulse wears off, he'd realize he made a mistake in coming here? I guess this was one of those situations where I had to figure out if Logan was worth the risk. I silently considered as he admitted he might not be a good boyfriend, and would probably make a lot of mistakes. Still, even in knowing he could crash and burn at being a boyfriend, he still wanted to give it a chance. In spite of the risk I knew I'd be taking to get my heart broken all over again, I wanted to give him that chance, because to me, Logan was worth the risk} Okay... {I eventually said. Yes, I know that was a weak response, but in my defense I was still recovering... Both from the car accident, of course, but more so, from his unexpected arrival here in Stars Hollow with his declaration of wanting to be with me. All that to say, it was a lot to wrap my head around now} I know the risk I'm taking by saying yes... I know there's a chance you might change your mind or realize this commitment thing isn't for you, but it's okay, because to me, you're worth the risk. {I said with a smile as my head turned; letting my eyes lock with his own} All that to say, I want this too, Logan... I want to be your girlfriend. {I declared in response. Even as I did so, a part of me wondered if I should have a paper bag handy, in case the reality of this hits him, and sends him into a full on panic attack right here beside me}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

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@ofcockytenacity

{I was still trying to wrap my head around why Logan was here now... In Stars Hollow... At my house, at that. Hell, I didn't even know he knew what town I was from, much less where I lived. Then again, knowing how much of a know it all Paris liked to be, she had a tendency to blurt out information to people, just to make herself seem like she was the all knowing one. Normally this.... let's call it a "quirk" of Paris's got on my nerves, but in this one case, I didn't mind so much. If nothing else, it brought Logan here, so providing he wasn't here to break my heart all over again, then I would be grateful to Paris. Just this one time though, because otherwise, Paris drove me crazy. Either way, I pushed Paris to the back of my mind as I listened to Logan speak... Not too many complete sentences, and even less details to clarify his intentions and specific wants now, but after putting the few words he did say together, I got the sense that he wanted to get back together with me. Well aware that Logan doesn't do relationships or commitments though, I still felt like he and I had reached a dead end path in our recently ended relationship. Or did we? I silently wondered when I heard Logan say he doesn't want to be with anyone else but me. My brows furrowed slightly in confusion and further questions, while my eyes glanced down at my hands when I felt Logan's hand rest onto mine once he finally stopped pacing long enough to sit down on my bed beside me} Okay, so I don't mean to sound like an idiot right now. I mean, I actually pride myself on my level of intelligence, but given our history, and specifically your previous stance on relationships, I have to ask exactly what you're wanting with me. Sure, I get that you miss me, cause I miss you too, but Logan, you told me you could never be the boyfriend type, and I'm the girlfriend type of girl, so I'm confused as to exactly what you're hoping for here. Are you changing your mind about the boyfriend stuff? {I had to ask, because if he wasn't looking for that... Not looking to be my boyfriend, or for that matter, to even agree to wanting a relationship with me, than it leaves us right back at square one. I silently thought as I gently leaned into his side; letting my arm brush lightly against his own. I knew he might be leaving here abruptly, depending on how this conversation goes, so I wanted to bask in the closeness of having him here beside me, for as long as I was able to}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

[brimswithmoxie]

@ofcockytenacity

{I gave a slow nod as I heard Logan inform me that Paris had left out a few details. Judging by the surprised, concerned look he gave me as he scanned my body, I had a feeling she left out the part about my accident. All the while leaving me to wonder why he thought I had come home to Stars Hollow indefinitely then. Did he think I was here because I was mourning the end of our dating experiment? Yeah, don't get me wrong, I was upset over ending things with Logan, but that wouldn't be something to pull me away from college. I mean, I was obsessed with class, work, and everything I could do to maintain a perfect GPA at Yale, so if I was missing classes now to be home in Stars Hollow, obviously it was because I had no other choice, in the matter. Regardless though, that discussion could wait until another point in time. Especially since it quickly became the last thing on my mind when I felt Logan's hand gently rest and then cup my cheek in his palm. My head tilting slightly to the side as I leaned my cheek into his palm, and then gave a soft smile when he assured me that he was here. I know this was all confusing; especially since I still didn't understand why he was here now, but that fact aside, he was the one person I wanted to see now, so I wasn't complaining. His touch was exactly what I craved the most now. A total bummer that his hand didn't stay in place long on my cheek, but I guess it was expected, since he was about to tell me why he was here in Stars Hollow now instead of on the Yale campus fondling his endless list of female suitors. Instead of him sitting down onto the bed beside me to discuss whatever he had allegedly driven all the way here to discuss, he opted to pace my bedroom floor. My brows furrowing slightly in lingering confusion as I watched him pace nervously. I hadn't seen Logan like this before, so I knew whatever he was about to say, it must be something that's shaken him up. He remained silently pacing the floor for a few minutes before eventually uttering out one word, and one word only: "Us." Us? What does that mean? He didn't immediately say anymore. Just looking at me as he seemingly awaited a response from me} Us...? {I eventually asked as a means of needing clarification from him about what he meant by "us." On the off chance he misunderstood that though, I parted my lips again to add} I'm confused... I didn't think you wanted an us? I thought you just wanted a friends with benefits thing, or nothing at all? {I wasn't trying to shoot him down or to argue with him now. I was just genuinely confused by what he meant now}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.

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@brimswithmoxie

{I was beyond confused, at this point in time. Hell, given the little bit of sleep I've had the last few days, as well as the amount of pain medication I was currently on, I wondered if this was all just a dream... or more so, a hallucinations, of some sort. Yes, I know that probably sounded ridiculous, but given how Logan and I left things with one another, he was the last person I thought I would see here in Stars Hollow... Knocking at my bedroom window, at that. I thought to myself as I shifted up out of my bed, and then onto my crutches before making my way over to the window to unlock it, and then open it. Maneuvering out of the way, and then ultimately lowering myself into a seat onto the edge of my bed as I watched in building confusion as Logan effortlessly climbed into my bedroom window. Him barely making it inside my bedroom before I blurted out one question after another to him. For Logan's part, he didn't exactly answer all of them, but to be fair, his brief answer did explain a lot} Paris... {My head giving a slightly shake. Not at all surprised that she sold me out to him. Yes, Paris hated Logan, but at the end of the day, she knew how much I liked him, so maybe she thought she was doing me a favor by giving him my address now. Still though, /why/ was he here?} I'm not mad. Confused, yes, but not mad. In fact, a part of me is still not clear if you're really here, or just some kind of medically induced hallucination I'm experiencing now. {I know that probably sounded stupid, but at the same point, considering how Logan and I left things when we last spoke, I'm sure he understood why he was basically the last person I ever expected to see here and now} So, now that you drove all the way to Stars Hollow, what did you want to talk about? {Wondering if he actually had planned to discuss a specific topic with me, once he arrived, or if he was only here now because Paris told him I had been in an accident, so to avoid admitting that he was worried about me, he instead went with the, "I wanted to talk to you" cover. I silently considered as I gently patted the open space on the bed beside me; gesturing that Logan could sit, if he wanted. Then again, if he was nervous, knowing Logan, he'd probably opt to stand and pace my bedroom floor, but I was feeling weak and in pain, so whatever he decided to do, so be it. Me though, I needed to sit}

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I never felt more relieved to hear a ringing of a phone until the moment I waited outside Rory’s window. I knew the chances of her mother allowing me inside if she caught sight of me lurking around the porch. I was nothing if not sleuth; I had to owe it to all the years of sneaking out of windows in the mansion, or the pipes I’ve managed to climb down unsnatched. But this time I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted Rory to hear me out. I had no idea what words would come out of my mouth seeing as I felt the nerves coursing through my body. But I also knew i had to see her. 

The town was small; but with the address I had managed to squeeze out of Paris it felt easy going. The big hurdle was escaping her mother. I felt the rage her mother might exhibit if she had seen me. It’s why I held my hand right above the glass until I watched her frame leave my view and the wood door had closed. Exhaling a sigh of relief; I had let my fist knock gentle against her glass window. Did I think Rory had gotten wind I was coming? No because I could tell Paris had been begging me to not go after her; and I couldn’t figure out why. Yeah I had hurt the brunette; I had broken her hopes for us. But I had no intentions. For the first time I wasn’t being selfish, I wasn’t focused on myself. I believed I wasn’t enough; that Ace would get bored of me, that she would realize she was wrong about me. I was a waste of space as a boyfriend; along the way of friends with benefits; I saw who I wanted to be. For her. 

It scared the living shit out of me. I felt my hands sweating; which is why the second I offered a gentle at ease smile to the female when she spotted me, I had pulled my palms to my shirt and tried to will the sweat to go away. But I had stopped worrying about my sweating palms, or the nerves I felt when I saw her. On crutches? Was Rory in an accident? Brows pushed together confused. Logan had tilted his head to the side attempting to grasp onto what happened? It had only been a few days since Rory stomped out of my dorm room; a few days since I felt that ache in my chest. I was worried for her, I was feeling the ache in my heart why? Because Rory was hurt; and now it clicked; maybe Paris was giving a warning sign, because she didn’t want me to hear about Rory being hurt? The thoughts kept spinning in my head; as she inched closer. 

Lock hatched up, I had heard her voice quipped up with question probably dying to know. Considering she never told me where she lived, or the exact address the last thing I wanted was for her to believe I was stalking her out; definitely not my style please I had class, well sometimes. Placing my hands on the edges of the window I had used my upper body to pull myself through the window, once my feet had landed on the boards of her bedroom; I took a second to admire the shelf of books, the big tv, which was probably all her grandmother’s doing. Eyes slowly moved until they landed on her; the knots now forming. 

“ Paris told me, I wanted to talk to you, and I kinda made her, Don’t get mad.” A plead because honestly this encounter could go one of two ways; awfully wrong, or Rory could be willing to hear me out. Arms falling to my sides; the male had waiting a second; hoping she would show if this was a good idea or not.