Yeah I know. Two chappies in one day. Well that's cause I had to put this chappie down. I love this chappie. Sad ending. Ah should not have written that! Going on now!

Rory knocked on the door. It had taken so much courage to knock and even more to get here. The door that led to room number 57 opened. Devon was standing there and he did not look happy. He gestured for her to come in. They both stood there and Rory looked around.

"She's not here," Devon said.

"Who?" Rory said playing dumb.

"Lauren,"

"Oh,"

"She's at kindergarden,"

"Oh,"

It was silent. The hotel room was a mess.

"Devon I'm so sorry,"

"I know you are. What's your excuse?"

"Well um..."

"Come on Rory you blew me off. It must have been very important,"

"Dean called and he had these great seats to a play,"

"That's like you,"

More silence. Rory looked at Devon who was looking at the floor.

"Well I'm sorry," she whispered.

She began to walk towards the door.

"Rory!"

She turned.

"Yeah,"

"What's your news?"

Devon smiled a bit and Rory smiled. She walked back over.

"The article I wrote with your help was chosen by the board,"

"It got picked? I thought for sure Stacy was going to win!"

"So did I! But I guess they liked the parts you did best,"

"Parts I did best?"

"When I was editing I put in some of your ideas. I credited you for most of the paper,"

"Why?"

"Because you are an amazing writer."

There was the awful silence again.

"Rory?"

"Yes?"

"What's Dean's favorite color?"

"I don't know. I think it was black...or pink...or orange,"

"Huh,"

He was smiling a bit. Rory saw that smile.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

" I mean I don't think you love Dean as much as you think you do," he said.

He stood right infront of her.

"Of course I love Dean!"

"What's my favorite color?"

"Don't try and change the subject Devon,"

"Answer me. What's my favorite color?"

Rory was silent and scowled at him.

"Red,"

"Huh,"

" I love Dean. We are getting married!"

Devon didn't reply. He just stood there smiling.

"It doesn't mean anything! Just because you don't know what someones favorite color is doesn't mean you don't love them!"

He kept smiling.

"I mean it's not colors that mat-"

He stopped her and he stopped her by putting his lips on hers. He put his hands around her waist and her arms moved their way around his neck. This kiss was passionate and deep. Their eyes closed and it felt like they were floating. It only lasted maybe three minuetes but it felt like hours. Rory pulled away.

"I can't. I'm getting married."

She was so confused. He put his hand on her cheek and wiped away a small tear.

"Rory I kissed you because I love you. I know you love me to,"

"I love Dean,"

Devon wiped another tear. He saw the hurt in her eyes and then backed off. He slowly backed away. His face was calm but his eyes were begging her to stay. She retreated to the door. She paused though and looked back at Devon over her sholder.

"Good bye Devon,"

"Good bye Rory,"

She turned her head and opened the door. Then it shut.

OOOOOOO I like this chappie. It is kinda sad at the end. So next chappie will be a phone message from someone telling Devon to do something. It is a short one but a ton of meaning.

Reveiw!

Emma