Hey everyone! Thanks for the reveiws it made my day! Those four days of relaxing oh those were great. I really needed that time. I also thought all about what is going to happen in this story and let me say i think my writers block is over. i have a really good idea for this! Ok so i'm gonna get this fan fic started cause that's why you're really here!
No. It was impossible. How could this be him? How could she be going to see him? Even though he had left her he had never quite left her mind. Now here he was. She traced her fingers over his picture. He was older yet that smile. She would know that smile anywhere. His eyes to. How she loved those deep blue eyes. Stop! she told herself. She could feel those old feelings flushing back into her.
Rory decided she would not tell Devon who she was. She had to go to the interveiw or it might cost her, her job. She quickly bought a large black hat and a pair of slightly large sunglasses.
Devon at the time had no idea who was going to be interviewing him. He thought it would be some nosy reporter sticking their nose into every personel point in his life. A blond haired girl walked into the room. She carried a teddy bear and was wiping her nose.
"I had a nightmare daddy," she said quietly.
"Come here Lauren," Devon said.
He smiled and picked up his little girl. He placed her on her own bed. He sat down next to her.
"What did you have a nightmare about?"
"That I was alone. Mommy left us and then you left us,"
"Mommy may be gone but I'll never leave you,"
"Promise?"
"I promise,"
Lauren got a very serious look on her face.
"But do you pinkie promise?"
"Of corse I do,"
She stuck out her pinkie and Devon pinkie promised with her. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead. They had moved out of the small apartment and into a bigger one. He walked over to his desk. The reporter was to meet him at a coffee shop at 2. He smiled and picked up the book he had written.
It was the next day. Rory had her hair tied up into a bun and the hat covering her head. She placed the glasses on. Walking into the coffee shop she saw him. Him as in Devon. He was sitting at a table near the window. Taking a deep breath Rory walked over to him.
"Hello I am the reporter here to interveiw you," Rory said in a french accent.
"Hello reporter I'm Devon," Devon answered sticking out his hand.
Rory shook it. It was just as strong as ever. She sat.
"Would you like anything to drink? Water? Coffee?" Devon asked smiling.
"No I do not drink coffee," Rory said.
Devon sighed but then smiled. He looked at her funny.
"You know I had a girlfriend who used to love coffee,"
Rory choked on air. He was talking about her!
"So Mr. um Devon how you say it? Tell me about your family," Rory said.
"Well I have my sister who lives nearby. My mom and dad died along time ago. Then I have my little girl Lauren,"
"And the mother of Lauren?"
"She died four years ago,"
"I'm so sorry,"
"Don't be. She was a jerk. She acctually killed herself because things were getting to hard. I didn't even go to her funeral."
Devon looked up at Rory.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?"
"No reason,"
Devon took a sip of the coffee he had ordered. A look of disgust came over his face as he pushed it away. Then he looked at Rory.
"Can I ask you something that you won't put into this interview?"
"Sure,"
"I am hoping to meet this girl but I don't know if she will be with me because of my little girl. What would you do?"
"I would accept him if I truely loved him. I wouldn't care if he had a child but I would treat her as my own. I would love both of them," Rory replied but she forgot to use the accent.
Devon stared at her. He nodded his head slowly as if he was thinking about something. 30 minuetes went by and the interveiw was over. Devon had pulled over a cab for her. When she got in Devon was about to close the door when he stopped and smiled.
"You know sunglasses don't suit you," he said.
"Really?" Rory said in her accent.
"Yeah. I'll see you later...Rory," he replied and shut the door.
The cab drove away and Rory sat there stunned. How had he known? How could he tell?
Devon stood there and watched the cab drive away. It had been her and all he had said was sunglasses really don't fit you. He wanted to say more but couldn't. He had to see her again. Devon glanced at his watch. He had 10 minuetes before he had to pick up Lauren. He ran to the mall and bought some cheap hair dye and green contact lenses. He would see Rory again no matter what he had to do.
Ok so that's my new chappie. Not as long as others but a chappie none the less. So next chappie Rory meets a new guy at work named Matt. Matt's got red hair and green eyes (HINT HINT) Well that's all I got for now so please reveiw.
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