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Rating: G for the time being, rating will have to go up in later chapters probably, I'll just have to see where the story takes me!

The Clearing

Part Two- Nerves

There was no denying it, he was nervous.

More nervous than he could ever remember being.

He had called her earlier that morning and asked her to meet him here. Now here he stood, an hour early, waiting for her to arrive.

He looked down at the hole he was making from pacing back and forth for the last twenty minutes. Silently he berated himself for being so uneasy.

"It's not going to be the end of the world, she'll be glad you've told her." He reasoned silently "Oh, for god's sake, who are you kidding, she's going to go Norman Bates on your ass!"

He had done some pretty foolish things in his life and this would have to be one of the worst, if not the worst thing he had ever done to anyone.

He had lied to her. Not just once but on several occasions. He had lied and kept secrets in what was supposed to be a totally open and honest relationship. He had never done something like this before. Lied to someone that he actually cared about. Sure, he'd lied to other girls before. But only little white lies so he could dump them easier.

But lying to Rory. Well, that was something else entirely. From the beginning of their friendship there had been no secrets of this magnitude.

"Okay, except for the whole I loved her for about a year before I said anything. But that was different."

That year had been hell on his emotions. It took so much self-control not to do anything about the feelings. He began to withdraw from their friendship, to put some distance between them in the hopes that the feelings would just go away, but to no avail. Slowly things began to change. He stopped dating girls, he stopped flirting when she was around and quite often his conversations with Rory were jilted when they got on the topic of relationships.

Slowly she began to realise that something was wrong, and one day at the clearing during a massive fight she'd questioned him on it.

"What is wrong with you!?" she asked shrilly.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing, I've never been better! What's your problem?"

"You! Your acting so weird lately, anyone would think that you were hiding something… Are you, y'know…?"

"What am I gay? Is that what you want to know? How can you even ask me that?"

" Well, what was I supposed to think? You've stopped dating, and you've done something I thought I'd never see you do- you stopped flirting! Girls, pretty girls, come up to you constantly and you just brush them of without so much as a once over to see if they're worth it!"

"Well I'm not gay! Did you ever think that I'm not interested in those kinds of girls, that maybe I want somebody who has more substance, someone whose life doesn't begin and end with the latest scandal to hit the campus rumour mill?" Frustrated beyond belief he then yells at her " I don't want them because I want someone like you. I WANT YOU!"

After staring at him for what seemed like hours, she suddenly turned and clumsily ran out of the clearing without another word.

They didn't talk for a month after that. He was too cowardly to talk to her, to sort out this latest development in their relationship. He didn't want to deal with the rejection when she told him that she never wanted to see him again. That and if he knew her as well as he thought she did, she'd need time no matter what she felt to deal.

When they finally did talk it was here in the clearing that it all happened. Rory realised that her feelings were more than just friendly, and had gone in search of him. When she had found him she told him that they couldn't be friends anymore, he had been shocked. But he had been even more shocked when she had leant over and kissed him tenderly on the lips. At first he didn't respond, but when reality sunk in he started to kiss her slowly back, savouring every moment.

"That would have to be the best kiss I've ever had. Definitely not one I'm going to forget and time soon, or ever."

He kept thinking that after today he'd probably never get to kiss her ever again, let alone be aloud within a hundred feet of her. He was going to hurt her, he knew that, but maybe she would see the happy side, too. You never could tell how she was going to react to something like this.

They'd been having big problems lately. And it was his entire fault. He'd been sneaking around behind her back for the last month or so. Saying he was studying or shopping.

"Shopping? Where did that one come from, I hate shopping!"

He couldn't face her. He knew the moment that he looked at her that her would be gone, he'd tell her everything. He couldn't do that, at least not yet. No, it'd have to wait until he was ready; it'd have to wait until today.

Then when he heard footsteps slowly approaching the clearing he stopped his pacing to watch her clear the scrub covering the entrance to the clearing and cautiously step in.

He took a deep breath and looked everywhere but her eyes; he couldn't look at her eyes. He couldn't bear to look at the uncertainty that was sure to be evident in them. He couldn't bear the knowledge that he was the cause of that uncertainty.

So instead he looked away and told her

"Rory, we need to talk..."

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