Rainbows danced along Rory's eyelids as the morning sunlight streaked through gaps in the curtained windows. Groaning she stretched as she sat up and immediately felt the first signs of panic taking control of her body. No way in hell was she in her room and if she was then all the other times she had been in her room she must have been seeing mirages due to the Spanish heat. Now Rory was way too intelligent to believe this but, with no coffee in her system and last night sugar still circulating in her blood she was willing to believe that her room had magically changed. However, as she gazed upon the empty food packets and the open DVD cases and brown hair sticking out in every direction from under a blanket on the couch, the events of last night came back; flooding her defences as they demanded her attention.
She blushed as she thought back to what Finn had done and the feelings he had invoked in her, but tears quickly gathered along the bottom of her eyes as she thought to the comment he had passed afterwards. Something that was so important to her was obviously just another notch on his belt or he was saying that she was probably a slut in secret and only acted innocent distracting ploy. She wasn't which one was worse.
Feeling the first stirrings of anger and betrayal rage inside her, Rory tiptoed out of the room and into her hotel room silently, before collapsing on her bed and breaking down in tears for the second time in twenty-four hours.
Finn woke up with the worst head ache he had felt in a long time. He was pretty sure that he hadn't drunk anything so why did he feel so bad? Sitting up, he glanced around the living room taking in the empty food packets and open DVD cases and felt the memories come storming back to him.
He cursed himself at his inability to keep his mouth shut. It was obvious that she was still a virgin and that he had probably given her her first orgasm and he had to ruin it for her by saying something stupid like that. Feeling immensely guilty as he remembered her crystal tears he made his way into the bedroom and was horrified to see the bed empty. He was pretty sure that he had placed her in the bed before passing out himself, but here was the bed clearly unoccupied. Panicking, Finn started calling out her name as searched the room, trying not to pass out from the sugar coma he was still experiencing.
Hearing a soft click, he went to the door leading out of his suite to see who had entered. Upon seeing no one he realised that Rory had probably left his door open in her haste to leave his presence. He had well and truly fucked things up and he had no way in knowing what he could do to rectify the situation.
Making lists had always been Rory's strong point, especially the pro/ con lists, but for this situation Rory knew that there wouldn't be that many pro's. As her tears finally stopped falling she began to pace the room as she pondered the situation. She was on a holiday in Spain for only a few more days before her grandparents were whisking her away to Italy. They were trying to spend as much time with her before she went away to Yale. Anyways, Rory knew that if she let the Finn thing dominate her thoughts that she would probably stay in the room crying tears till the sun was black, also known as an eclipse, but u know…… Deciding to be brave for once she took a quick shower and dressed in another of her new clothes and try some new things so that she could explore Spain's night life.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the room's mirror, Rory couldn't help but be amazed. She looked way different than she normally did. Gone were the long skirts and plain t-shirts. She was now wearing bright pink converses with white and toes and black detail, a light blue demin mini skirt, a white tank top that showed some of her cleavage and a little black jacket that stopped just below her breasts. Her hair was in soft curls and she wore a pearl bracelet and a pearl necklace and silver hoops in her ears. She looked more confident and sophisticated. It also didn't hurt that she was slightly golden from the sun. Giving her reflection a cheeky wink and a smile she bounded out of the door. It was time to break out of her shell and slink into a new one.
Finn was definitely depressed and I can say this with certainty because even Finn knew that his precious alcohol wasn't going to help him. He'd been staring at the same bottle of Jack Daniels for over an hour and had not touched a single drop. He suddenly jerked up like a puppet on strings, grabbed the bottle and threw it against the wall. Growling, he began to pace the room as he though over his options. On one hand he could go back to his play boy ways and ignore Rory, but that would mean he wouldn't be able to touch her or kiss her or listen to her laugh or do anything that involved seeing Rory smile. He could try to win her back, but then there was the chance that Rory would reject him and then he'd be back at square one. Signing, he took a shower, dresses and went out for a walk along the beach, maybe he could explore Spain's night life too; hopefully it would help to clear his head.
