"No love, you're taking things way of context…"
"Excuse me? So what you're saying is that you aren't calling me a Mary Magdalene" Interrupted Rory.
"No! What I'm trying to say is….. Well ummmm……"
"Well? I'm waiting."
"What I was trying to say before you kept interrupting me (at this Rory's eyes narrowed dangerously at Finn) ……was that you're…… fiery, passionate, a vixen, a temptress. No where have any of those things been associated with "Mary"."
Finn slumped back in his chair after he finished his mini speech and waited for Rory's reaction. After a while he looked up to see her grinning at him with her eyes full of amusement. Before she could say anything, the waiter came over with their drinks: a caramel cappuccino for Rory and a coke for Finn. He watched in fascination as she sniffed the coffee, before her face light up and she took a deep drink. Her eyes fluttered closed and a low moan escaped her parted lips. Finn exchanged glances with the waiter, who had just been about to ask them if they wanted to order, when Rory began her performance. The waiter looked as gob smacked as he did and Finn couldn't fault him for the lustful look he gave Rory.
Rory had just had one of the best coffees in her life. It was way up there with Luke's and that was saying something. She opened her eyes to see both Finn and the waiter exchanging glances. Innocently she asked "Is it time to order?"
Finn almost wept as her voice came out slightly breathless. Yet when he gazed upon her serene face and her words registered in his mind, he was finally able to see why she was the Mary of Chilton. She was portraying an aura of innocence that wanted you to protect her against the evils of the world. He came out of his musings to find both Rory and the waiter looking at him only while Rory was frowning the waiter sported a look of great understanding.
Giving the waiter his order the two began to fall a comfortable conversation. It was clear to Finn that Rory had forgiven him and was able to finally relax. Afterwards the two decided to go out for some ice-cream. Finn was shocked at the amount of food the girl had eaten during their lunch,
"Bloody hell woman! How can you eat so much and look that good? It's not humanly possible!" exclaimed Finn. Instead of taking offence, Rory had just laughed in response and continued eating.
When they had both finished there ice-creams (Cookie dough for Rory and chocolate chip for Finn) they decided to have a movie night in Finn's Room, as it was less likely they were going to be interrupted by anyone.
"What movies then love?"
"Obviously we need a romance, two horrors, a comedy, a dance, a classic and an action!"
"So that'll be what love?"
"Well…… Hitch which fits into both comedy and Romance, but that'll be romance for tonight, Saw 1 and Donnie Darko for the horrors, Dodge ball: underdog's story for comedy, Dirty Dancing for a dance obviously, Willy wonka and the chocolate factory for the classic and speed for the action!"
"Love, how the heck are we supposed to watch these in jus one night?"
"And here I thought you were smart for getting into Yale. We are going to watch them over a period of nights, that way you won't die from going into a sugar coma."
"So nice to see you care about me love."
"Oh no, you're mistaken. I just don't want to have deal with the hassle of talking to my grandparents about how you died. See you staying alive means minimal contact with Emily Gilmore."
Laughing at Finn's stunned face, Rory ran off to gather the necessary sweet stuff for their movie night. She had to admit that Finn wasn't as bad she had first thought. He was totally unique and wasn't ashamed of who he was. Plus he didn't give a fuck about what the other people from society thought about him. Their lunch had gone surprisingly well after Finn had recovered from calling her a Mary Magdalene. Maybe this was the holiday romance that her mother had been teasing her about. The one that felt so comfortable and natural while in the sun, but faded out over time of going back home. Only Rory was going to Yale once she got back.
Finn was having way more fun than he thought he would. She was amazing and totally her own person. When you saw her at first you thought she was naïve and sheltered. But upon further inspection you saw that she had dealt with the world just as much as any other person, if not more. What intrigued Finn the most though, was her ability to fit in anywhere with ease. She blended in with the Spanish people, even though she hardly knew the language, she fit in when talking to her grandparents at breakfast and she seemed to fit in when hanging out with him. There were these multiple personalities and Finn was dieing to get to know them. Maybe having a holiday romance with a girl that lasted longer than a night was better than he and his friends had given it credit for. Maybe.
