A/N: Sorry if Rory appeared like a whore in the last chapter. It wasn't my full intention, but oh well Rory did make that deal up. Plus they didn't start sleeping with each other until after a month, and it wasn't some crazy, wild one night stand. Please review!

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"Rory," Ben cooed into the snoring brunette's ear. They had fallen asleep on the couch yet again after a fun filled night of watching chick flicks and binge eating junk food. Oh what a night it had been! A whole night had passed since Ben's bad date with Barbie and he was just now getting off Rory's couch. He stood up to stretch as she came around, feet against the back of the couch, head almost on the floor.

"Hi," she said sleepily as she pushed herself back onto the couch again. She grabbed the blanket that was draped loosely around her and pulled it up to her chin.

"You do realize it's nearly one in the afternoon right?" he asked, sitting down beside her as she shot straight up from her comfortable position.

"No!" she shot up and rushed into the washroom, running the faucet for a quick shower. It was Ben's turn to hear the water hit the floor and the familiar sound of Rory's stressed out humming emerging from the bathroom.

"I take it you have to be somewhere," he said with slight disappointment in his voice. She'd probably scheduled a date or something and had to leave him to go be with a man that could give her what he couldn't- commitment.

Rory surfaced from the shower, hair dripping and towel wound loosely around her body. "Yeah, I have class in twenty minutes," she said as she passed into her room and dressed quickly leaving Ben to smirk as he sat on the couch.

"Oh, I thought you had a hot date," he yelled to her door. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he gathered up his books.

"Hot date? Yeah right, when was the last time I had a hot date?" she said as she came out of her room and gathered her text books.

"I don't know. Listen Rory, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about," Ben began as he grabbed her passing body.

"What is it Bennie Bear?" she questioned stopping to wrap her arms around his neck.

"I want this,"

"What?"

"You know, this," he motioned between the two of them and gave her a longing glance.

"But that's what we have?"

"No, I want you…strings attached, full commitment no holding back,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure! I've been thinking about it for awhile now and I decided this is what I wanted," he smirked at her placing a soft kiss to her cheek, and then turned to gaze into her eyes dreamily.

"Then why did you go on that date with Barbie the other night?" Rory questioned, obviously still a bit aggravated.

"Because I was scared…" Ben looked down at the ground; he had all of a sudden become very interested in the colour of his shoes. Figure that!

"Scared of what?" she asked, growing more and more impatient with his constant maneuvering.

"Scared of falling in love with you," he looked back into her eyes- they were unreadable, though tears began to form in the inner corners of them.

Rory was completely stunned, she had never been good at knowing when boys liked her, let alone fell in love with her- and now Ben had just proven how oblivious she was. All this time she was sure that he hadn't wanted more than a fuck here and there, but he truly, genuinely cared about her!

"I…you…I…" she tried but couldn't quite formulate a sentence. Instead, she decided to show how she felt by reaching over to give him a sweet, yet passionate kiss. Class could wait- true love only happens once in a life time! Right?

"Thanks for coming guys, I had fun," Eiren yelled down the hall as his buddies departed. He sighed heavily and rested his head against the comfortable sofa. Ah- finally a chance to relax and really think about things. Just as he closed his eyes, a familiar scratching came at the door followed by a click. He heard a loud humming and opened only one eye to be greeted by his oh so un-lovely fiancée.

"Oh darling," she sing-songed into the well decorated place. Eiren stayed put on the sofa, full resentment towards her lingering on his lips.

"What?" he grunted in her direction, keeping his eyes closed.

"Why pookie what's wrong? Was the bachelor party no fun?" she asked wandering over to him, pecking his cheek lightly. Her frosty pink lip gloss stained his cheek and he wiped it off bitterly.

"No, it was fine. How was your night?" he asked, knowing exactly where she'd been.

"Oh you know, all girly! Your friend Kimiko is such a doll, she came over and helped me plan out my hair earlier this evening. Just after I left actually," Paris said thoughtfully and went into the kitchen to fetch herself a nice refreshing glass of cream soda. Pink, just like all of her other sickeningly bright coloured possessions.

"Funny, she came over right after you left," Eiren said catching her easy lie. Who did this girl think he was? Some kind of dumb ass who didn't even know his girlfriend was cheating on him until some girl from his old dorm told him?

"Really? Well maybe it wasn't Kimiko. I could have sworn it was because,"

"Stop lying and tell the truth Paris!" Eiren interrupted as he entered the kitchen to confront her face to face.

"What are you talking about?" she responded innocently, averting his eyes at all costs.

"Just tell me you're not cheating on me!" he demanded lifting her chin to meet her eyes.

"I can't do that," she said honestly, tears welling up threatening to fall.

He dropped her chin and looked away to the colourless walls. Some how they were comforting- blank, fresh- nothing like her.

"You disgust me!" he growled and stomped into the living room.

"Eiren wait, I'm sorry, it's just…" she paused. What was she supposed to say? That she was sorry and didn't mean it? But she did mean it, she was in love with this guy- Scott, he was perfect and funny and right for her.

"It's just what? You don't love me, is that it? Have I got news for you honey: I don't love you either, but you're pregnant and we have to deal with that. I don't know if you get this concept or not, but I'm marrying you out of guilt. If you weren't pregnant I would have pursued someone I'm in love with," he said honestly, yelling at her. Did this woman have no sense? Did she have any dignity whatsoever?

"I know you don't love me Eiren, and I cheated on you because I wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to hold e and tell me things that were only for me, that truly meant something. Our little charade that we perform for our friends is getting old and I can't seem to keep my emotions at bay. You know being pregnant wasn't exactly my idea of fun, but it happened so we had to deal with it. But you know what you don't need to deal with it anymore because…because I lost the baby…" she paused to let her tears fall freely.

She was sad- truly, actually, really sad that she'd lost this baby. Sure she hadn't wanted it in the first place, but it had meant something to her- whether she loved the father of her child or not. He took in her appearance- she was weak and slouched, not confident and care free like she usually was. He took one step forward and hugged her desperately, hoping to stop some of the tears and push the pain away.

"I'm…I'm so sorry," he said into her hair. She smiled, knowing he meant it and hugged him back.

"So I guess this means the wedding's off," she said with a slight sob filled chuckle.

"Yeah I guess it does," he said pulling away to look into her eyes. "Good luck with who ever you love," he added turning his attention to the ever fascinating ground.

"Good luck with Rory," she said and he snapped his head up in surprise.

"How'd you know?"

"I'm a girl, I can tell true love when I see it," she winked and put an affectionate hand to his cheek.

"I'm going to miss you," he said giving a light kiss to her cheek.

"I know, I'll miss you too. Now get your butt out of here- you've got to tell her you love her!" Paris commanded.

"But what about all of my stuff?" he asked looking around at the unpacked boxes.

"They'll be here- don't worry I won't turn all Kelly Clarkson on you and destroy everything. I won't touch a sock, so go!"

"Thanks Paris, you know this guy you love is probably waiting for you," he yelled from down the hall. She nodded- yeah he was waiting for her, but she had all the time in the world now, he could wait at least another minute.

A/N: Okay, I know this chapter was a bit short, and I did want to go further with it- but I decided that an update is better than no update short or not. So here it was, problems resolved. Please review, I really like to know what you think. More to come very soon- and I'm off to eat dinner so I can go to the SUM41 concert. Enjoy the story…