A/N: Here we go again.
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Rory POV
That night Marty and I were just sitting around but it was really boring. "Let's go to the pub."
Marty considered it for a moment then shrugged and got up grabbing his jean jacket on his way to the door with me at his heels.
We slowly wandered down the streets and ended up at the pub. We ordered some coffees and chatted for a while but I was sort of bored still.
"I'm gonna go back to my room and see if my new roommate is there," Marty said. I could tell he wanted me to offer to go back with him but I didn't really want to leave yet.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I nodded and smiled kindly at him.
He returned the smile awkwardly and looked at me for one more moment before leaving.
I sat there and just took in the sight of this bar where so many people hung out.
My eyes fell upon a face that my head had been replaying all day. His green eyes were looking around the room while his two friends were turned opposite ways talking to sluttish looking girls.
His green eyes fell on me and I looked away immediately not wanting to seem like I had been staring.
"Hello," a voice said about two minutes later. It startled me but I instantly knew who it was due to the accent.
I looked up. "Hi."
"Rory was it?" he asked and I was touched that he remembered.
I nodded.
"I don't think you ever caught my name…Finn," he said sticking his hand out.
I shook it and smiled shyly, not used to attention from guys like him.
"Are you always this shy?" he asked sitting down in the chair Marty had just occupied.
"I don't know," I chuckled.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" he asked.
I nodded and downed the rest of my coffee before getting up and following him out the door.
"So Rory, what's your last name?" Finn asked as we moseyed around.
"Gilmore. Yours?" I responded.
"Granddaughter of Richard and Emily?" he asked ignoring my question.
"The one and only."
"Morgan," he said.
I looked at him not quite sure why he blurted out a random name.
"It's my last name," he said as way of explanation when he saw my puzzled look.
I grinned at my stupidity.
We walked in a comfortable silence and I had time to consider the man walking next to me. He had struck me as a guy who was always completely smashed but he couldn't have had more than two drinks that night because he was almost completely sober.
"So tell me about you Rory Gilmore," he prodded.
"What do you want to know?" I asked, not sure where to start.
"Anything…everything…something? Your major…your siblings…favorite color…I don't care," he said making me laugh.
"Only if you tell me about you as well," I stated.
"Anything for the beautiful lady," he grinned.
I blushed but thought for a moment. "My full name is Lorelai Leigh Gilmore the third."
"Garrison Finley Morgan the seventh."
"I don't have any real siblings but I have a half sister named Georgia, but we call her Gigi," I said after another moment of thought.
"I have three sisters and two brothers, all younger than me. Elizabeth, Audrey, Julianne, William, and Chase. How old is Gigi and how old are you?" he asked making me think he was truly listening, which so many males are incapable of.
"Gigi is like two…what about you and yours?" I asked with equal interest. He veered to the left and sat down on a bench and I followed him.
"I'm twenty one and a junior. William is 19, Elizabeth is 17, Audrey is 15, Julianne, is 13, and Chase is 11," he rattled off.
"Wow…a kid every two years exactly," I commented thinking of the clockwork of it all.
"That's how my parents are…everything has to be perfect. They aren't that bad though…I really miss them," Finn explained.
"Where do they live?" I asked curiously.
"Perth, Australia," he said somewhat sadly.
"Not to be a stupid American but is that near Sydney?" I asked. I knew a lot about geography but I had never really studied Australia very much.
He grinned at my stupid American comment. "No, they aren't close. Perth is in Western Australia and Sydney is in New South Wales."
I nodded. "Favorite color?"
"Tickle me pink," he said and looked at me waiting for my answer.
If any other guy had answered like that I would have burst out laughing but with him I could tell that he was sincere. "Blue."
"Like your eyes," he said looking into them.
"Like my eyes," I repeated staring into his green ones.
Just as I would have liked him to lean in and possibly kiss me, he stood up and smiled at me. "May I walk you back to your room?"
I was sort of confused but nodded and stood up.
"Is this it?" he asked after we walked in silence.
I nodded looking at my front door.
"It was nice to meet you Rory Gilmore," Finn said bowing to me.
I grinned. "Likewise Finn Morgan."
He smiled and walked away.
I wanted to call after him and ask for his number or where he lived or some way to contact him but I didn't.
I went inside and dialed my house number; I wanted to talk to my mom. No answer I left a message then remembered that Mom had her date with Luke tonight. I glanced at the clock and saw that it must have gone well if she wasn't home yet.
I smiled at the idea of Mom finally being happy and being happy with Luke.
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The next day I headed out to hang up the posters of Asher, as Paris had asked me and to my surprise and delight, I saw Finn pass me with Colin and Logan following him.
I didn't want to make a big deal out of the night before, in case he didn't want me to but I followed them.
"Okay, Finn, last building. Please say it looks familiar," the other brunette was saying.
"Ahh, uh…" Finn said looking around. I couldn't figure out if he was trying to find my room or someone else's.
"Apparently it doesn't look familiar," the blonde chuckled. What were these guys? The three stooges?
"No, hold on. Hold on. Yes. Here. This is where she lives," he said and walked out of my sight.
"Excuse me. Can I help you?" I asked trying to get their attention and hopefully Finn's so that he would see me and we could talk again.
"No thanks," the blonde said dismissively and also went to my door.
"Hey," I said and saw them standing in front of my door. Maybe they were looking for my room.
"Don't put your number. Don't put your number!" the other brunette insisted.
"I'm not putting my number, I'm putting your number," Finn said pointing to the blonde.
"That's my room," I said to the boys trying to get their attention again.
"Okay, put my number," the blonde said smiling cockily, making me want to throw up all over him.
"Are you sure this is your room?" Finn asked.
"I'm sure," I replied annoyed and upset that he didn't remember me. I thought we had connected the night before and had fun getting to know each other. Apparently, I wasn't very memorable though.
More was said and eventually Finn and his brown haired friend went up the stairs leaving me arguing with the blonde but I didn't really pa much attention.
I was glad when I finally went back in my room. I set the posters down and hugged Paris who was smoking Asher's pipe. I needed a hug too so I didn't mind comforting her.
I got up to find my phone and maybe call my mom when I saw a piece of paper on the floor by the door.
I bent down and picked it up.
Rory Gilmore,
It was my pleasure meeting you. Sorry for the act of pretending not to know you... The saying goes, Secrets, secrets, are no fun yadda yadda yadda. But I disagree…secrets, secrets are ALWAYS fun.
I'll be in touch.
I was completely mystified. This boy, while adorable, sweet, and kind was a complete mystery to me. He was like no one I had ever met, and certainly like no one I had ever dated…yet for some reason I couldn't wait to talk to him again.
I dialed my mom's number with a grin on my face.
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A/N: Questions…comments…concerns?
Ryan's Note- What she said. Thanks and God Bless. -Ryan
