A/N: This is an unusual story and I don't want to give it away so read and tell me your opinion! Reviews make my day and I'm pretty sad that I only got one on my last story.

Rory is 18 and Jess 24. It doesn't really matter where they are, but just know Jess is not your regular character.

Disclaimer: Always dreamed I could own Milo.

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Chapter One - On the run or on the rain?

We can't really control attraction, can we?

The sky was dark and it rained hard that day.

All she could hear were the loud thunders that blocked other street sounds. She had missed her bus and was desperately searching for some shelter. Running, with a magazine over her head, she tried to avoid being soaked, but failed completely.

She suddenly noticed an old abandoned house and decided to get in and wait for the storm to fade. After a difficult time with the stuck door, she was finally able to turn the handle completely and push it open.

It wasn't a real house, she thought to herself. It seemed mostly like a room, where someone had added a small bathroom and a tiny kitchen to it. Seeing the reminiscence of a candle lying on the floor she picked and lit it up.

After that, she seated down and crossed her long legs Indian style, trying badly to get comfortable. She had walked for a while and was feeling quite tired. She also settled her wet bag and magazine on the ground.

Becoming bored after some time, and not seeing any sign of better weather, she picked up her old copy of Oliver Twist; flipping the pages she knew way too well.

Just as she became engrossed with the story she heard a harsh bang; someone clearly tried to barge in. She did try to stay calm, but with panic starting to kick in she froze like a stone and kept deadly in place.

A horror movie scenario had been built and she couldn't breathe or move. In fact, she didn't really have the time to do so, just jumping a little as he quickly walked in.

She was soon face to face with the most powerful and piercing coffee eyes she had ever seen.

He was a tall, dark haired boy, with truly messy hair. His dark locks seemed even messier in result of the pouring rain; some of it felt up on his eyes. He seemed to be at least five years older than her and had a black leather jacket on.

The looks of the ultimate bad boy you wouldn't bring home to meet your parents.

He looked mystifying and, even though she should feel afraid, she felt almost drawn to him. She felt mesmerized.

He looked up, also surprised to find someone in.

"I'm sorry." He said apologizing ."I didn't mean to creep you out. I was just searching for somewhere I could escape the world end outside." He declared that while pointing towards the window and sharing a mysterious smile.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and brought her head up so she could meet his defiant stare.

"I'm Rory." She told him standing up and offering her hand.

"Jess." He replied, holding on to it for a lot longer than he really needed to. He also never broke his glare.

She noticed how his voice sounded low and husk.

Finally releasing her fingers from his own he shrugged. "I guess we will just have to wait then."

A/N: What you all think??