Chap 2: And the rain falls
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed my story, the response has been phenomenal! I only had it up a day and it got so many reviews. Sorry about the dialogue in the last chapter, my mates say I can talk just as fast as the Gilmore girls, and can be very confusing. I will try and improve on that this chapter. Spent the day shopping in Melbourne, and got inspiration on the train home with my friends. I won't be able to update everyday but after the warm and fuzzy result I want to update, so my gift to you, the second chapter.
Rory POV
I flopped down on my bed, the tears freely flowing as I secretly wished Logan had followed me and told me it was all a joke, that this perfect girl was all made up and it was me who he loved. However after 30 minutes I realised he wasn't coming. I had found the note Paris had left by the fridge saying she was staying at Doyle's, so I had the apartment to myself to wallow, when I really needed someone. I picked up my guitar, and start to write again.
He (Cause I can't use Drew!) looks at me,
I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I needing,
Everything we should be.
I bet she's beautiful,
That girl he talks about,
And she's got everything
I have to live with out.
I keep playing the guitar to try and get the chords exactly right, I'm nothing if not a perfectionist, a fatal flaw in my mother's eyes but she's the one who taught it to me. I stop playing when my phone beeps. It's a message from Logan.
Hey Ace, do you need a ride to the Yale Harvard Game?
We could go out for breakfast first, maybe? See ya round!
I didn't know how to respond, i threw my phone acros the room, thankfully it doesn't break. I wonder how I could handle seeing him everywhere, at the pub, in the YDN office, around campus, with this mystery girl. I had to decide what to do. It would be helpful if I could think clearly, but then the second verse came to me.
He talks to me,
I laugh cause it's just so funny
That I can't even see
Anyone one when he's with me
He says he so in love,
He finally got it right.
I wonder if he knows
Hes all I think about at night.
I put my guitar, and pen down and curl up under the covers, awaiting the sun to rise and hopefully hide from Logan, even if it broke my heart, because the alternative hurt even more. I was having a fantastic dream, until I hear a loud knock and a rather loud drunk Australian at my door. Why me, I thought as I curled underneath the covers, I just want to be alone.
"Oh Reporter Girl, I know you're home, come out come out where ever you are." Finn slurred as I heard him stumble and a collective laugh behind him. I rush to the door to see if I can get him to keep it down.
"Finn" I hiss as I open the door. "People are trying to sleep, keep it down!" He waltzes in to my room as he usually would but much less gracefully as I try to shut the door, ugh, this was not going to be easy I thought.
Finn contemplated before speaking "Well love, we seem to have a bit of a problem, and we thought" Finn points to himself and Collin, "that you might me able to help clear it up."
"Finn I don't even know which problem you are referring to, drinking, the lack of sex life or something I don't even want to know about. You may have to expand as to which problem you are referring to." I hoped to confuse so he could leave me alone and maybe I might get some sleep tonight.
"You see love, the problem is Logan." I eyed him warily. He continued, ignoring my reaction. "I'm sure you have heard he has fallen in love with this perfect girl, and we don't know who she is. He won't tell us." He gestured to himself and Colin again, like I didn't know who us was. "And we thought he would have had to told you because he tells you everything."
"Well, not everything" I mumbled under my breath. He just looked at me expectantly. "He gave me clues to as to who she is, but he didn't tell me who she is."
Finn looked dumbstruck for a second, before he shook his head. "Well love, when I am in a better frame of mind." I coughed, he glanced at me before heading for the door. "I want you to tell me these clues" he looked back at me before shutting the door.
I got back into bed and glanced at the clock, 12:36. Of course it was that late already, but when I tried to fall asleep again, all I could think of was those stupid clues. Beautiful, funny, talented, quick, smart, and he gets lost in her eyes. I wonder he gets lost in his eyes like I do. At that thought, I slowly drifted to sleep.
A/N2: I still haven't got a beta yet but will soon, I just thought you guys deserved an update, I tried to make it easier to read, next chapter also has little Rogan, only because it helps my story progress, all will work out in the end. Let me know what you think!
P.S sorry about the bad grammar/spelling, it will improve.
You're favourite Aussie, (after Finn of course)
Jess
