Chapter Seventeen
Rory stood out in front of the mansion on the gravel driveway and felt her heart break. She slowly put her arms up and around Warren's neck in a tight hug. He pulled back and looked at her.
"Remember what I said?" He said quietly so she could only hear.
Rory nodded tears filling her eyes, "I will,"
He gave her a quick smile and got into the cab. Rory felt her heartbeat quicken. She felt Storm put her arm around Rory's shoulders in a half hug as they watched the cab pull away.
Rory bit her lower lip.
"Come on, lets go back inside," Storm said directing Rory off the driveway.
In a haze Rory wandered out onto the roof. Tears were still in her eyes. He was gone and there wasn't much chance of her ever seeing him again. She looked at her watch and saw that he would have just arrived at the airport.
She walked over to the railing and leaned against it as a cool breeze worked its way around her.
Rory heard the door open behind her. She turned and saw Peter come out onto the roof.
He looked at Rory and came over to her until he was standing beside her. He gave her a soft smile, "Kitty said you looked pretty upset. How you doing Pussy Cat?"
Rory didn't have the energy to tell him to not call her that, or lie and say she is fine. The tears that she had been struggling to keep back broke her final barrier and rolled down her cheeks, "Not so good," She said accepting his comforting hug. "I can't believe he is gone."
After a few minutes of comforting words on Peter's part Rory calmed down. They were leaning on the railing beside each other talking.
"So wait, wait a minute. Warren said he loved you?"
"Yes,"
"You said you loved him?"
"Yes,"
"He saved your life twice?"
"Yes,"
"And he offered you to go with him and you said no…"
Rory was about to say yes but didn't, "Well if you put it that way of course it sounds stupid."
"Oh sorry, I am just trying to work out your thought process on this one."
"Peter, I am seventeen,"
"Eighteen next weekend,"
"Yeah… wait how did you know that?"
"Same birthday as my younger sister," He answered making a motion with his hand that she should continue.
"I am eighteen, I don't know what I want."
He looked at her, "From where I am standing it seems you want him,"
Rory opened her mouth to argue but Peter stopped her, "Rory, you do this to yourself all the time, you over think the good things and complicate them. You did it to the school, you did it to your gift, you did it with me, and now you are doing it with Warren." Rory looked at Peter, he was staring back at her, "Eventually you are going to have to accept that you can't always control every aspect of your life."
"You're missing the point." Rory said to him he shook his head.
"No I am not, you thought you were moving to fast, you didn't know how to stand on your feet because you didn't know what was coming, so you made yourself freak out. I am not a psychology major for nothing ya know." Rory looked at him.
"But it is too late, I have lost him now,"
Peter shook his head, "You can't give up like that if you want him you gotta fight for him!" Rory stared at Peter.
"Why are you…?"
"Convincing you to go after another guy?" Peter finished her sentence for her. She nodded.
"'Cause Pussy Cat, you love him not me, that was how the cards fell, no point in fighting it."
Rory looked at her feet, "How can you be so comfortable with that, and if so why should I fight for Warren?"
"Firstly there is nothing I can do and that is why I am so comfortable with it, and secondly you should fight for Warren because he loves you back."
Rory stared out over the driveway then back at Peter, "Can I borrow your truck?"
"'Course," He handed her the keys.
"Thanks Peter,"
He nodded, "Go get him back,"
Rory smiled and turned and ran down from the roof.
A/N: Ah nothing like a little fluff in the afternoon…well actually it is evening now but afternoon sounds better. Yeah a little cheesy but some cheese is good, if you want serious read one of my other fics, for everyone else more is soon to follow
