Rory's POV:

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"Where'd Logan go?" Mindy asked me.

"She went home. Said she wanted to be with her dad" I answered.

"And you let her go alone?!" Chad shouted, overhearing what I had just said to Mindy.

"She didn't want me to go with her" I told Chad.

The Carpenter sisters walked out of Sam's bedroom and left the apartment yelling at each other.

"Where'd they go?"

"My dad called Sam down to the station" Quinn said, walking back into the living room.

"What the fuck, why?" Quinn simply shrugged. "Fuck, okay"

"I'd love to stick around but I do not want to be apart of this shit" Liam started towards the door, so I followed him out.

"You're not leaving this building alone, I mean unless you wanna die, that is" I said to Liam.

"Yeah, right. That's smart"

. . .

"Can we at least stop to get some snacks if you're broke ass isn't gonna get an Uber?" I complained to the blonde boy beside me.

"Fine" He groaned.

Liam and I walked into the bodega and our feet hit a dead body. The poor guy was lying in a pool of his own blood. Our eyes darted away from the body, and right at Ghostface who slowly turned to face us.

"Shit."

Liam tackled me to the ground and a second later a gunshot shattered the glass door behind us.

What the fuck. What the fuck.

The two of us crawled behind one of the shelves. My whole body was shaking, my hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming every time he shot the goddamn shotgun.

I turned my head to my right and saw Sam and Tara crawling this way. Glass crunched beneath their feet, they had this terrified look in their face. They were dead, and I was too scared to help them. I couldn't move, I was frozen. It took everything in me not to sob so loudly.

The two sisters pushed over a shelf which knocked over Ghostface. Liam grabbed my wrist and dragged us out of there as soon as Tara and Sam bolted towards the door.

Cop cars pulled up and officers swarmed the bodega. I glanced back at the store and saw a Ghostface mask lying on the floor. I looked away and wrapped my arms around Liam. I was fucking scared and glad that shit was over.

. . .

"Rory!"

I turned my head towards Logans voice, "Logan" I breathed. I ran to the girl and hugged her, and rested my head in the crook of her neck.

"Holy shit are you okay?" She pulled away from the hug and looked all over for any cuts or bruises.

"I'm fine, all thanks to Liam"

"Where is Liam?" I could feel her tense up, her eyes darted around the room searching for the blonde headed boy.

"Getting questioned about the attack at the bodega" I told her.

Logan relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god" Logan hugged me one more time, even tighter than our hug a couple seconds ago. "I'm glad you're okay, Rory. I don't know what I would do without you"

. . .

Logan and I laid in her bed staring up at the ceiling, our sides touching.

"I didn't think I would have to deal with Ghostface again" Logan spoke, "I barely survived last time. My girlfriend almost killed me" Logan was quiet for moment before she spoke again. "It is fucked up that I still kinda love her? I mean she almost killed me. She did for a whole 4 minutes anyways"

"It's not fucked up" I assured her, "She was your everything, I get it. I mean I've never been stabbed by my girlfriend but I understand what it's like to love someone you should hate"

Logan turned her head to face me, "And who hurt you?" She asked in a gentle voice.

"My parents." I replied, "My dad isn't so warm and fuzzy like yours, you're lucky to have a dad that actually gives a shit about you" I sat up and so did Logan, "He gets angry when he's drunk, which is all the time. So he takes his anger out on me"

"What about your mom?"

I scoffed, "She's pathetic. She keeps making excuses for him" My mom was nothing like my dad, but she excused his abuse towards me. She always told me that was his way of grieving or some stupid shit like that.

. . .

The pair of us laid in each others arms, the both of us more asleep than awake.

"Rory?"

"Hm?"

"Promise you won't turn out like Amber, okay?"

"I won't, I swear. You're my best friend"

My arms rested on Logan's chest, I felt as her chest rose then fell, and strands of her dirty blonde hair covering my hands. The TV light lit up her skin fairly nice, she looked so peaceful sleeping in my arms. There was this fluttery feeling in my stomach suddenly. I got it every time I looked at Logan. I was always happier around her. I would laugh at her jokes even if they weren't funny. Logan was the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I would do anything for her.

I loved her.

. . .

I lifted my head and looked around the empty living room for a moment, still out of it.

Mr. Macher walked in yawning, "Oh, morning Rory" he grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee. "Thought you went home last night"

"Uh no, I fell asleep watching TV with Logan" I said.

"And you two fell asleep like that?" He asked, motioning to his sleeping daughter who lay in my arms.

"Yeah, I guess we did"

Mr. Macher laughed softly to himself, "No two people who are just friends fall asleep like that"

"Mr. Macher, I don't- "

"Be good to her, I can tell her likes you too. I know my daughter"

A/N:

this chapters a bit shorter than I wouldve liked but we got some rogan content!

( rogan is logan and rorys ship name )

also I did not reread this chapter so there may be some grammatical errors