Update from last chapter:
"Listen. You've been locked up for a whole week now. You can't just shut everyone out. You should enjoy these two years. Please?"
"RJ, I really don't want to… Will Logan be there?"
"Of course. But you can't avoid him for two years, Ror…"
"Yeah I can!" Rory said, stomping her foot.
"Very mature. Now, Finn will be there at 6:30." Said RJ and walked away.
"Wait! I don't have a dress!"
"Look under your bed!" screamed RJ without turning around.
This was bound to get interesting.
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Chapter 9: VERY big
At exactly 6:30 the doorbell rang. That damn Finn. Rory never expected him to be on time.
"It's open!"
Stumbling out of her room with only one heel on, Rory tried to maneuver herself around the couch and to the bag lying on the coffee table. She was wearing a knee-length dress that she found under her bed. The top was scrunched and the skirt flared from the middle of her chest. A sash, the same color as the dress, was tied around her. It was a dark sky blue and her eyes, after only a touch of mascara and eyeliner, sparkled. RJ sure knew how to pick dresses. She even had the perfect shoes for the dress… if only she could find the second shoe…
"One sec, Finn… I'm just looking for my shoe."
Finn stood in the doorway, looking at Rory stumbling around looking for her shoe, a smirk in place.
"You look good, doll. Yummy!"
"Thanks," Rory said and surprised herself and Finn by throwing him a wink. "Now if only I remembered where I put the second shoe…"
"Did you try your closet?" Finn said slowly.
"Psht! Who keeps shoes in their closet! That's absurd! Let's see… when was the last time I wore them? Oh! I know where they are!" With that, Rory opened the refridgerator. "Aha! There you are!"
"In the dishwasher, love?"
"It keeps the shoes nice and fresh on hot nights like this one. And I like cold shoes. I mean, when shoes are warm, it feels like someone wore them before you and that's just gross… you start thinking about sweaty feet… and those are yucky, So… ready to go?"
Finn just stood there, staring at the girl in front of him. "By god's name, I think you might be even crazier than me! Oh, Rory Gilmore, I love you! Will you marry me?"
A strange flick of sadness showed on Rory's face, but it was gone as fast as it appeared.
"Aw, Finny, I'd love to marry you! Wow, the kids will be gorgeous! Now let's go, my exotic fiancée!" Grabbing Finn's hand and her purse, Rory walked out of the door. "So where is this party?"
"A couple of blocks down. My friend Robert's house. His parents are out and he let us use his house for the ball."
"Sweet. Let's go!" when she was getting ready, Rory decided that she was going to have fun tonight. RJ was right. She had two years left to live. She wasn't going to let some overgrown, greasy-haired… thing ruin that for her.
"Will there be alcohol?" she inquired.
"Will there be alcohol?" Finn gasped. "And she dares ask that! Of course there will be alcohol! Do you think I would go to a dry party? I am disappointed in you love! I thought you knew me better!"
"Aw, I'm sorry Finny! Whatever shall I do to make you forgive me?" Rory said in an exaggerated voice.
"Hmmm…" Finn closed his eyes. "I got it!" he suddenly shouted. "You have to come back and stay at our dorm tonight with me, Colin, RJ, Logan and Steph!"
"I guess I could do that," Rory said, thinking this might be just the right fun that she needed. Except for the fact that Logan would be there… But she could control herself around him, right?
"Brilliant! Aaaand here we are!" Rory lifted her eyes to what seemed like a castle. Countless floors high, many windows wide, the house was built in Ancient Roman style, with columns spanning the building and large staircases.
"Wow…"
"I know! Huge?" Finn laughed at her surprised face.
"Gigantic!"
"Enormous!" Finn challenged.
"Colossal!" said Rory, catching on to Finn's challenge.
"Massive."
"Immense!"
"Uh… Very big!"
"Cheater! Very big is not one word!"
"We didn't specify that it had to be one word!" huffed Finn.
Rory stayed silent.
"Ha! I win! I win! I win!" Finn danced around her singing.
"There you guys are," said RJ, coming out of the house. "I thought I heard Finn's screaming."
"Yeah, Finn just cheated."
"It's not cheating if you don't specify the rules!"
"Ok, children, settle down. Shall we go inside?" RJ said, pushing Rory slightly. "You ok?" he whispered in her ear.
"I'm very good," said Rory, accenting the last two words and throwing Finn a look.
Inside, the party was at full blast. Almost everyone was dancing, almost everyone was shouting, and almost everyone was not sober.
"Champagne, miss?" came the expected question from a nearby waiter. On his left hand was resting a tray with champagne flutes. In his right hand was an almost-full bottle of champagne.
"Yeah, thanks," Rory replied and took the champagne bottle. Then she walked away into the house, leaving two stunned boys behind her.
"Why didn't I ever think of that when they offered me the very small glasses?" wondered Finn and ran to catch up to the beautiful girl with the bottle.
"Did I mention how dashing you look tonight, love?" Finn said, looking Rory up and down with newfound admiration. Rory was wearing a beautiful light blue dress that was strapless and hugged her body perfectly. The skirt was shorter than she would have liked, but it was very puffy and fit Rory's petite figure very well.
Rory was having a blast. She had never been to a party like this one. And she never thought that she would enjoy it this much. She didn't even see Logan…
"May I have this dance?" So much for that last thought…
AN: so? I'm horrible? I have no other excuse. I promised to update soon but I didn't. I'm so sorry, guys! I'm rarely at home in the summer…
