He Was Home [logan huntzberger]

three

Victoria

A good dress is easy to stumble upon, but a perfect dress wasn't. Dozens of dresses hung around the gathering area of all different colors and fabrics.

"You've tried on 50 dresses," Logan groaned as he laid across one of the couches. He held a book that he picked from the Vanderbilt library, already having half of it read.

"I haven't felt a connection with any," I sighed from behind the changing wall my families stylist, Alexandra, had set up.

I was now putting on a golden Versace dress that had a slit going down the left leg.

"Wow," I breathed, looking into the mirror.

"Let me see!" Logan shouted. I walked out from behind the wall, into his view. His eyes went wide and his mouth gaped open, "Wow. That's perfect."

A smiled at him, running my hands over the shimmering fabric and the sleeves that fell over my shoulders. It was perfect.

Logan stood up from the couch and made his way behind me. I saw his reflection in the mirror and the smile on his face. He moved my hair to the side and zipped the dress up all the way.

My breath hitched as I felt his warm hands graze my back slightly, sending chills down my arms.

It was the first time that something like this had happened with Logan: the chills, the butterflies. The way he looked at me sent a grin to take over my lips, "Thank you."

"You look beautiful, Victoria," Logan whispered into my ear as he rubbed his hands down my arms that laid stiffly by my sides.

Something in him had changed. His demeanor. The way he looked at me was all brand new to me. I wasn't sure how to feel.

"Ah! That's the one!" Alexandra shouted, coming back into the room. Logan quickly stepped back, my arms now cold from the absence of his hands. A feeling of emptiness taking its place.

"This truly is the one," Alexandra continued as she pulled the dress in different places, "It fits you perfectly, Miss Vanderbilt. Go change and I'll have it sent up to your closet!"

I followed Alexandra's command and changed back into the yoga pants and sweater that I was previously wearing. The good thing about my parents being away was being able to dress normally without their opinions.

"So what are your plans for the dance?" Logan asked as we walked up the stairs and towards my bedroom.

"I'm not sure," I mumbled, genuinely unsure of who I was going with. No one had asked me yet.

"Would you like to go with me?"

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him surprised. Logan and I were close, but we've never gone to a school dance together. He had always brought a different girl every time.

"Yes," the word came out of my mouth before I could even process it.

Something had definitely changed between us.

-

"Tristan asked me to the dance," Charlotte spoke as we were eating our lunch. It was barely understandable with the sandwich that was shoved in her mouth.

"That's weird, I thought he was obsessed with you," I said, looking at Rory.

"He asked me, but I already have a date," She responded, "His name is Dean. He's from Stars Hallow."

"How sweet," I said to her, "Are you two dating?"

Rory shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat. I noticed that she wasn't fond of the subject so I let it go.