If you read Sisters, I just added to the end of chapter nine, now it's a real chapter not just a pseudo-chapter anymore.

This is a Rogan, kind of not really, it's after B.R. It came to me while I was bored out of my mind in American Literature, which is three of the most boring hours of my week. Enjoy!

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"Don't be at the apartment tomorrow between 10 and 1, I'll get my stuff and move out."

Those words were circling around his head, mocking him, he looked at the clock one more time, 9:45am. He wondered briefly how mad she would be if he stayed, he was seriously considering doing just that. 'It'll only make her more mad man.' He thought to himself. He didn't give up easily; she knew that, so maybe she was expecting him to be there. He was trying to convince himself it was not over, that they would get passed this.

The face she had made last night at the wedding briefly flashed through his head. That face she had made last night was a mixture of anger, disappointment, hurt, betrayal, and the tiniest bit of a loving look, mixed in. He hated that look, he hated even more that he had made her face look that way. That look had said so much, it said, "I hate you…you were supposed to be better than that…you told me you could do this…how could you do that to me" but through it all it had that underlying tone of "I want so badly to hate you, but I love you too damn much" and that just seemed to make her more angry.

That look was the last thing he saw last night before falling asleep, what he had dreamed of, and what flashed through his head every time he closed his eyes and sometimes even when he didn't. That look had burned itself into his brain, he was sure it would be there permanently to remind him how badly he had screwed up.

It was a look of gut wrenching pain and he had caused it, it had been literally making him sick. In a way he was glad though, he deserved it. He looked at the clock, 9:55am. He knew he should get ready to go; she didn't want to see him. He closed his eyes, to get himself ready to leave, but that look flashed before his eyes. He was quickly brought to his feet by the twisting in his stomach.

Seconds before he lost what little of the breakfast he had left after several visits to the bathroom that morning, he heard the door open. After he was done he prayed that it was a burglar and not Rory, who he realized had never been this punctual before. His hope was quickly dashed.

"Logan?" She asked tentatively.

"Well I'm not leaving before she gets here." He said quietly to himself. He quickly got up and splashed water on his face hoping to get rid of the 'I just threw up' look. He left the bathroom and practically ran into her. She had been waiting for him to come out, she looked concerned. He cleared his throat sheepishly.

"Ah, yeah, sorry, I'm leaving now." He started to walk away embarrassed.

"Logan, wait, are you okay?" She asked, her voice laced with genuine concern. Why did she have to be so damn compassionate? He was already having trouble keeping everything down, just because of her presence.

"Um, yeah, I just had some bad shrimp last night." He lied.

"Then you should lie down, I can come back tomorrow or something, you should rest."

"No, it's okay, I wasn't supposed to be here, I can respect that. I am on my way to Colin and Finn's; I'll be gone until at least two." He was trying to sound nonchalant, but he knew that he sounded almost pathetic. "If you need any help, call them, they can help you m-move." His voice broke on the word move.

When his voice broke Rory realized for the first time that he was hurting just as much as she was. He hadn't meant to screw everything up, she knew that, but he did. He was reaching for his keys when she was brought out of her thoughts.

"Logan, wait." She called before she could stop herself. He turned to face her, but couldn't bring himself to actually look at her. "You shouldn't be driving if you are sick. I can take you."

"You don't have to. I'll be fine." He said warily, he really wanted her to, he was fine, but he needed spend those minutes with her.

"I want to make sure you're okay," she answered finally catching and locking eyes with him.

He reached up to touch her face softly.

"I should be making sure you are okay." She almost smiled at the sentiment, but didn't, she pushed his hand away. She turned to get her keys. He was glad she had come alone, they both needed this. It was likely to be the last time they spent together.

The drive was quiet, both reveling in their last minutes together. He was stealing glances at her, trying to burn every one of her features into his brain, trying to push out the one look that had made its way in there. She had caught him doing this almost immediately, but didn't say anything; she was finding it almost amusing. Rory was surprised that he hadn't seen her taking quick peeks at stoplights and such, well maybe he had, but wasn't saying anything.

The end of the ride was bittersweet. The silence was beginning to get uncomfortable, but this was literally and figuratively the end of the road for them. Had the circumstances been different he was sure she would have made that joke, but things weren't different. This was excruciatingly painful for both of them.

"If you need anything, call Colin and Finn, they'll be there in a minute. They like you way better than me," he tried to lighten the mood, she smiled slightly.

"Thanks, but I am only taking the small stuff. My dad will be down later tonight to pick up the big stuff and anything I left." She said softly, "you'll need to let him in."

"Ok," his voice broke again. Tears began to well up in both sets of eyes.

"Bye Logan." He had never heard a goodbye that was so final yet so not.

"Goodbye Rory." She flinched as he used her name, she wasn't his Ace anymore, and that hurt. It was her own doing, but it still hurt.

He shut the door and walked up the stairs to the front door. He watched her back up and drive out of his life, he wondered if she had looked back even for a second.

He walked slowly up the stairs in the building, bracing himself to face his friends. He reached their door and breathed in deeply before knocking.

"Hey Huntz, what are you doing here?" Colin asked as he let Logan in.

"Hey Mate!" Finn called from the kitchen area.

"You're up awfully early on a Sunday, Finn. You guys mind if I hang out here for a while?"

"Went to bed early last night, Colin and I decided to stay in since you and the lovely Miss Gilmore were otherwise engaged." Both Colin and Finn saw Logan flinch almost violently. "Where is Miss Gilmore, and why do you need someplace to hang out? Trouble in paradise?" Finn asked skeptically.

"She's at the apartment," Logan started slowly "packing her things. She's moving out." Finn looked shocked; he hadn't expected them to really be at odds. Colin too was surprised, they had been fine yesterday when he saw them. The twisting in Logan's stomach came back as he finally said out loud that she was moving out.

By the time he came out of the bathroom both Colin and Finn were full of questions.

"Man, you guys were so awesome yesterday, what the hell happened?" Colin started.

"Didn't you go to your sister's wedding? How could you screw things up there?" Finn asked perplexed.

"If she calls and needs your help, promise me you'll go help her," was Logan's only response.

"You want us to help the girl you love, and that loves you, move out of the apartment you share?" Both Colin and Finn asked; Logan just nodded.

"Mate, you are going to have to tell us what happened." Finn prodded.

"She found out I slept with almost an entire bridal party right after we broke up. She didn't take it so well. Honor's stupid friend's love to cause trouble."

"You were broken up!" Colin defended him.

"That doesn't matter to women. If there is any sort of chance you'll get back together, you're still theirs." Finn said logically.

"Well, that's stupid." Colin said.

"How are you holding up mate?"

"You should have seen the look. It was terrible. Every time it flashes through my head now it-" Just thinking about it sent him to the bathroom. He came back out about a minute later. "Well I'll just say it makes my stomach turn."

Colin and Finn exchanged looks.

"She dropped me off here," he continued surprising both of his friends. "I was about to leave when it flashed through my mind sending me to the bathroom. She heard me and was concerned. She was worried so she drove me here." Neither of his friends knew what to say to that so they didn't.

Colin and Finn looked at their friend, he looked pathetic and defeated. His voice cracked on just about every other word. They were pretty sure that if they weren't there he would have broken down and cried. As much as guys pretended to be able to handle everything on their own, this was just not something Logan could face without the support of his best buds.

For the first time in years, Finn walked over and hugged Logan. Logan was taken aback at first, but he needed this. Colin followed suit as soon as Finn let go. Logan was grateful that he had these two, they were there for everything. They were there when he sunk the yacht, they were there to bail him out of jail countless times, and they were there now when he needed them the most.

Rory never called, she had said she wouldn't, but he had hoped she would call and tell him to come home. Or he had hoped that she would at least call his friends, no their friends, for support or help. She never did, or they never just didn't tell him she did.

It was three o'clock before he finally got the courage up to go back to their, no his apartment. He was having a hard time accepting that he was no longer part of an 'us', he was just him now. This time he knew he was in love with her and that finding randoms wouldn't fix it, just like it hadn't last time.

He ordered food while he was in the car so that he could ready himself for a lonely night in his empty, apartment. He laughed slightly when he realized it wouldn't be empty, it hadn't been before she moved in. Now it would just have the feel of being empty, much like he did.

"Hey man, thanks for the ride."

"You sure you don't want some company?"

"Yeah mate, Colin and I are good at wallowing!" Finn threw in.

"No, you are good at drinking and Colin is not anywhere near your league. And no thank you." Logan faked a smile and laugh.

"Suit yourself mate."

"Give us a call if you need anything." Colin said seriously.

"Thanks guys." Logan called as he walked slowly to the front door of his building. He greeted the door man softly and took the elevator to his floor. It hurt just getting off the elevator and stepping into the hallway. He walked down the hall and it took all he had to get his key in lock and open the door.

He took a deep breath and tried to accept the fact that he would be stepping into his new life.

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I have an idea for at least one more chapter, possibly two. Let me know if you like it like this, or if you want to see the second chapter.

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JJ