Hey everyone! I know; I am the worst human being alive! I can't believe I took so long to update! School has started, and I have no idea how I am gonna pull this off. I have 5 APs, 2 honors, and 1 higher level class along with 4 clubs (I'm in lots of trouble). Plus, I have 3 fics which have very demanding (amazing, but demanding) readers.
You all rock though, and I appreciate the fact that you guys would read my stories! I love ya munchkins, and I'll update as fast as I can!
Dedicated to my beta cancat90! She keeps me sane, and so do all of the great readers!
Disclaimer: I actually do own something: a really pretty picture I painted awhile ago of ice cream! It's kinda cute! Oh, but I don't own any multi-million dollar shows...nope!
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Logan Huntzberger was amused. He was in the tiny Italian city of Settignano, and it was like no place he had ever been.
Colorful flowers lined the tiny road on which he and his friend Finn were walking; he had no idea why Finn wanted to walk through the village so bad until he experienced it. He noticed small children fooling around in the fields, and he could hear the laughter of the adults as they watched their little ones play. The town had an air of nonchalance that was difficult to ignore. The entire town seemed to be friendly, and he was outright shocked when he noticed practically the entire town run up to Finn. The kids especially adored him.
"Come on sheilas and mates, what do you say you help me and my friend Logan here find our way to the lovely Miss Rory's place?" He questioned beaming.
Logan had never seen his friend this way before. He seemed to genuinely love these kids.
They all cheered and several of them pulled on Logan's hand to lead the way.
Logan glanced up and noticed that the kids were leading him to a picturesque Italian villa. He scanned the gardens and noticed a group of tiny children being read to by a young woman. The woman looked up when she heard the children's screams of 'Finn', and right then, Logan felt his heart stop.
The girl was a beautiful brunette with the most enchanting blue eyes. She was smiling brightly and running towards the two of them.
"Finn! Oh my God!" She yelled excitedly as Finn picked her up off the ground and spun her around.
"Reporter girl!" Finn yelled back.
The brunette narrowed her eyes playfully as Finn placed her on the ground and smacked his arm lightly.
"I'm not a reporter Finn; I'm a photographer," she said exasperatedly.
Finn grinned and hugged her one last time before letting go.
"Whatever you say Love. Anyway, Ror, I'd like you to meet my mate, Logan Huntzberger. Logan this is the 'photographer' known as Miss Rory Gilmore," Finn said playfully. His attention, however, was soon drawn away as a little boy attempted to show Finn his new Frisbee.
"Can I play with it I promise I won't break it like last time?" Finn pleaded with puppy eyes as his friends looked on.
"That is what you said about my toy car, no?" The little boy reprimanded him.
Rory giggled and Logan shook his head amusedly before offering his hand to Rory.
"It's a pleasure," He said charmingly.
Rory smiled a bit and shook his hand. A giddy feeling spread through her, but she ignored it and responded.
"It's nice to meet you. I have to say, you weren't what I was expecting," she said looking him up and down.
Logan looked confused for a moment before speaking. "What do you mean?"
This girl didn't seem like the judgmental type. After all, Logan had always been told that you could tell a person's character by how they interact with children, and all of the kids here seemed to love her. He watched as a little boy handed her a small bouquet of flowers tied with a ribbon.
Logan cleared his throat, and she turned back to him.
"I'm sorry; I wasn't what you were expecting?" He asked in a questioning manner.
Rory looked apologetic as she replied.
"I'm sorry; that didn't come out the way I meant it. It's just that…well…Finn doesn't talk a lot about his friends back home," she tried to explain. "He only says what he has to and most of the time that isn't very much. Whenever I ask him about his life he seems to redirect the conversation."
Logan smiled understandingly. "Yeah. He doesn't have a very good relationship with his parents; he isn't an open and honest guy either." Logan looked towards his friend who was now leading the kids towards the house. "That's why I was so surprised to see him hanging around with kids and actually enjoying himself."
Rory looked stunned and opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by a holler.
"Reporter girl, Huntzberger, move your big behinds! I wanna see my room!" Finn yelled childishly.
Both adults chuckled before Logan offered Rory his arm. She accepted it quickly and made her way down to the house.
She couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering to the man next to her. She knew of the Huntzbergers, but she had no idea Finn was friends with one of them.
In the back of her mind, she attempted to hope that this wasn't Finn's way of setting her up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hope it. She was sick of being alone.
Everywhere she went in Rome she saw couples of all ages strolling along the historic streets and parks, and she had felt greatly saddened.
In the past, Finn had tried to introduce her to some of his business partners, but Rory had refused. Finn always said that one day he would 'find the perfect man to live with her in her Italian paradise,' and she had laughed in his face.
Rory wasn't sure what to think, but one thought kept going through her mind.
'Me, Finn, and a really hot guy all locked up in a house. This is definitely going to be interesting.
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REMEMBER…pics of everything from this story (Rory's house, dog, etc.) are on my blog (the link is on my profile). Until next time please please review! I promise promise promise I'll update faster faster faster. Okay, I think the repetition thing is getting on my nerves now, chao!