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Summery: After the first year at Yale Rory did a big mistake. The "get-over-thing" didn't go better. Now she has to deal with results, and dealing with certain Australian guy is not the easiest. PDLD
AN: I felt very productive this weekend so here is the prologue of another story. This time Rory/Finn. The first person's POV will be only in prologue. Please review and tell me what do you think.
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The Exotic DisasterPrologue
First thought after I woke up was that something was wrong with me. Seriously. Every other person in this particular situation would rather say – first thought after I opened my eyes was…
But that is the problem – I can't open my eyes. Right now I have a feeling that my eyelids are glued together with some really strong glue. I remember that my mom once had something like that – she felt asleep with her contact lenses and they got so dry that she couldn't open her eyes.
But as far as I know I don't wear contact lenses.
Okay, Gilmore, easy. Uma Thurman couldn't move a muscle after her coma and she still managed to kill Bill and lots of others.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Open…
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Don't open your eyes!
They are good, wise eyes and you are an idiot.
It's totally normal they don't want to open themselves. Even your eyes have a self-preservation instinct, Gilmore!
But it's weird. They've always liked the sun.
Strange.
Maybe it's the part about being something wrong with me. Okay, so now think Gilmore – with your eyes closed. It always helps you to think clearly.
………
The clearly-thinking option must be shut down today or maybe the pounding sounds in my head are blocking it.
Okay Rory, relax and think!
No use.
Maybe it will help if I turn onto my back. Besides I don't think I can feel my arms anymore lying down like that.
Okay, that isn't funny! Why is my bed snoring?
Dear eyes, I am really, truly sorry about the thing I'm going to do now but it must be done.
A ceiling. That's what I am looking at right now. A pink ceiling. I am 99,9 sure that I don't have a pink ceiling, so it means that I am not in my room.
Where the hell am I?
I was right about the thinking with my eyes closed. It's been better even a moment ago. Now I can't think about anything other than that I don't have a pink ceiling. What's more I can't move my neck. It's stuck in one position.
And the bed is still snoring!
Okay Gilmore, shut up! The bed cannot make a sound! Paris would tell you something about people who think about dead objects making a sound.
Wait!
Paris, Paris… right Paris Geller. Your friend from Chilton.
Wait!
Chilton… Chilton?
Ah! Louise and her Vegas trip!
Oh, oh no! The pounding it getting worse with thinking.
So I'm in Las Vegas with Louise and Madeline and…
Why the hell it's so cold here? It's weird! I have some sort of sheet around me but I sill feel cold. What sort of pajamas I've put on last night?
There's a way to find out. I just have to look at myself, but seeing as I can't move my neck, it won't work.
Okay, but I can move my legs.
Strange, they are bare. Maybe…
"Love, for the sake of all gods! Stop moving!"
I am frozen. Literally. Like in books or movies. The bed is actually snoring and talking.
"You must tell my what did you smoke last night, because it must've been really good."
I am hearing the voice again. Sleepy, cranky and husky. Apparently I told the last thought aloud and now the bed is responding to me. Wow. There is sure something wrong with me.
There's some movement. I am being pulled by something. An arm. What?
"What?!" I exclaim as I pull myself away from the arm and sit straight.
Oh, its hurts! Really, really hurts! Not the best idea to sit up so quickly.
"Love, please not so bloody loud!"
I look around confused.
Okay, that's not funny. That's some sort of joke. I am not sitting in a bed in Vegas and looking down at some guy who is lying next to me.
Shit! Now I know why I was so cold!
Please! Someone tell me I have hallucinations! I am not sitting in a bed in Vegas and looking down at some guy who is lying next to me while I am naked!!!
Okay, it's better now that I have my bare chest covered. It's not that bad. The guy isn't looking at me. He is lying face down.
What!!! Gilmore, get a grip! You are naked and in bed with some strange guy!
"What the hell is going on?!" Okay, I think it was too loud even for me. He grimaces with obvious pain. Well, he deserves it! He lies there!
"Fuck woman! What's your problem? I am trying to sleep here am you are having…"
Oh no, no mister! My problem?! I will tell you!!!
"My problem?! You are the problem here! Why the hell are you sleeping in my bed?"
"Actually love, last time I've checked it, was a hotel's property."
He is looking at me now with intense green eyes and smirk on his face. Arrogant bastard. He not only lies there but also has the guts to mock me!
"That's not the point!"
He sighs and gets up into a sitting position, so he is now facing me. And that smirk is also there.
"Well love, as you can see yourself, we are in a bed. Together. Naked. So I…" He really wants to get himself hurt. Badly!
"I can see that! I'm not blind, you know! The question is what are you," I'm poking him to emphasize my point. I'm poking him into chest. I am poking him into his naked, well-built chest. Okay Gilmore stop! "…you doing here. I don't know you!"
I don't know if there is something like a wide smirk but that what is on his face right now. Something like the cat ate the canary thing.
"Well love, I don't think I know you as well… but I don't see a problem here. We can get to know each other better now," he says suggestively and he is leaning towards me. Oh no, oh no. Not a chance.
I jump out of a bed in one movement and pull all of the sheets with me. Not a good idea. Now I can see all of him. Shut you eyes, Gilmore!
"Get that sick idea out of your mind! And could you please cover yourself!" I say still keeping my eyes closed, although the temptation to look at him, as I hear him getting up, is big. Damn!
"Love, no need to be shy," I hear him say teasingly, "I could say we saw a lot of each other last night."
"I don't even remember your name. Do you think I would remember other things?" I ask him dryly as I tie the sheets more protectively around myself.
"There is academically proved that some people have selective memory and they only remember what they think is important. And I would say that there were some important things last night," I hear him chuckle, "You can open your eyes now, love. I'm dressed."
Well, I think we have entirely different definition of the word "dress". He is standing there, only in his jeans, hanging low on his hips. And only jeans. Damn, that chest!
"Rory?" Okay I have some problem with my hearing. He didn't just say my name.
"Rory?"
"How can you know my name, when you've just told me, that you don't know me?"
He is smirking again. God, I want to wipe that thing of his face.
"Well love, I'm not sure that knowing someone have to be amount with knowing his name…'" I think that my angry expression suggests him that I don't want to discuss the knowing issues right now.
"You're right, I didn't remember your name but I had a little reminder a moment ago."
"What are you talking about?" this whole thing is getting ridiculous.
He is smirking. Again!
But the smirk is not the worst!!!
The worst is the thing on his upper arm, he is showing me right now.
The "I Love Lucy" tattoo or rather "I Love Rory" tattoo!!!
God, please, please tell me I don't have one!
The guy is probably a mind-reader because he looks at my suggestively and says, "I can look for yours, if you want."
"Don't even dare to think about it!"
Okay, think Gilmore! Think! You were at the club with Louise and…
"Oh, famous Louise Grant! Now we know who is the one responsible for this…" Apparently I was aloud again.
"Shut up! I need to think and you are distracting me! By the way what's your name?"
He is leaning against the bathroom doors, looking at me with one brow raised and that smirk again! Smirking should be forbidden!
"And I thought you don't want to know me."
Well Mister Obvious!
"I don't! I just like to know the name of the guy with whom I've probably slept."
"Correction, love – with whom I've slept. I think that this fact we can be sure about."
Are there lighter punishments for those who kill in the effects of annoyance? I don't want to spent the rest of my life in jail because of that jerk!
"Finn"
What's sort of name is that?
Okay, he looks pissed. Next time make sure not to say things like that aloud.
"You wanted to think!"
Yes, yes thinking. Good – that's what you apparently should do yesterday. Thinking with eyes closed will help. So what now…
"Rory!"
"I though that you are pissed off and I am thinking!" He must really have some problems with his ego – he can't be ignored for a second.
"Rory!"
"What?!"
He is standing in front of me with a paper in his hand. He is showing me the paper. The paper says in a big black letters…
A marriage certificate!!!
"Oh shit!"
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AN: The prologue! What do you think. Please, please tell me. I love to read reviews – every kind of them.
Edith
