AN: I know, I am a bad bad updater. I have taken way too long to post this new chapter. I hope this longer than usual chapter will make up for the delay.

The winter break was moving at an unnaturally slow speed. Finn had never wanted to return to school so badly. Both his sisters had decided to return to the manor for the holidays and had been a nonstop annoyance. When they weren't boasting about their successful lives, they were incessantly talking about the spring wedding that Bella was having.

To make matters worse, Bella's fiancé, Darrell or David or whatever, had tagged along and it was insisted that the bloke stay in the room with Finn for the duration of his stay. Finn couldn't understand why they had to room together seeing as the manor had plenty of spare rooms; but his mother had asked him to do this, so he did. He was such a mama's boy at times.

Just one day into the break, when Camila decided it was her business to pester him about his future plans for his life, Finn had been so tempted to go back to his campus apartment instead of staying at home; but the prospect of dealing with Logan sooner than he had to, was not appealing.

It had turned out that the bloke who was to marry Bella was actually named Derrick Troust. He wasn't a bad guy; in fact Finn couldn't figure out how a decent bloke like this managed to get involved with a troll like Bella.

"Seriously dude, your sister is not that bad." Derrick had defended several times.

Finn would always laugh in reply, "You haven't known her long enough, mate. As much as I wouldn't mind calling you my brother in-law, I do not wish you to be Bella's husband. She plays a sweet little girl well, but just wait beware the day you disagree with her."

Today they had retreated to Finn's room since the entire downstairs had been overtaken by wedding plans and samples. Neither of them knew a thing about colors or floral arrangements, and every time they were asked their opinion they were berated for getting the answer wrong.

Instead they had been discussing the upcoming New Year's Eve party that his family was planning for the weekend. Around the wedding junk that littered just about every table on the main floor, Finn's mother was also planning the event of the year. New Year's was his mother's favorite time; she loved to go all out. Morgan New Year's Eve parties were legend in this area, and were one of the must attend events of the year; the guest list usually numbered near 300.

"Mate, I'm serious, there will be at least 4 open bars throughout the manor and gardens. My mother doesn't mess around when it comes to her drink."

Derrick laughed, "Dude, your mother is just asking for us to get wasted if she has that many bars. Your sister hates how much I can drink."

"My sister hates everything. Bella is one of the most self-righteous people I know. She will scold anyone for doing something she believes to be immoral. She once lectured our priest one the poor choices he was making when it came to his diet." The two of them busted out in laughter, "Trust me, mate, my mother does not care if you love to drink, as long as you don't make a scene. One time, one of my father's business associates got a little too pissed back in during the Y2K party, and he ended up shouting about the world ending and how we were all doomed. He even snatched the mic away from the band to tell everyone how they were all going to Hell. Since then neither he nor his family have been invited to another party."

Derrick laughed, "Note to self, don't become a blubbering idiot."

Finn nodded, "Live by that philosophy and you will succeed at whatever you do. He will you pass the pretzels please."

The two of them had decided to watch an array of action films to pass the time. Finn was currently sitting on the floor in his oversized beanbag chair, while Darrick occupied his 1970's inspired pod chair. Finn's room was as wild and colorful as his wardrobe usually was.

He was never one to match. His room contained bits of furniture and decorations inspired from different decades. Some of his favorite pieces were his 80's rubrics cube chair (which was completely uncomfortable, but cool-looking as hell) and his original 1963 lava lamp. The Lava lamp had originally belonged to his uncle Matt on his mother's side. He had given it to Finn when he turned 15. Looking back on it, his uncle was probably the reason he grew a love for wild colors and unique items. His bed, though, was probably his most favorite; after a year of begging, Finn had convinced his mom to get him a circular bed. His mom had been so reluctant to get the bed because it would mean she would have to get custom made bedding just for him; but of course him being her only son, and the most relatable and tolerable child she had, she got him an array of colorful bedding sets.

Some hours later there was a knock on the door that forced them to pause their movie at an incredibly intense fight scene between Dalton and Jimmy. Amelia poked her head in a large smile covered her face. "Finn, you have a visitor."

He wondered who the visitor was, and why they had his mother smiling like a loon. "Send them in."

His mother's head moved out of view and was replaced by Rory.

Finn was on his feet pulling her into a hug. "Rory, luv, what are you doing here?" He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't know how she felt about kissing in front of other people; besides his mom was still in the room, and he definitely did not want to give her any reason to widen her already large smile.

She surprised him, however, when she gave him a light kiss on the lips. "I was visiting my grandparents and I wanted to see you." A smile played on her lips.

"Well, I am the luckiest guy or what?" He led her to the couch in the middle of the room. "But how did you know where I live, and what is so funny?" He asked when he saw that she was holding back her laughter.

It took her a moment to compose herself enough to talk. "I haven't seen an inflatable couch in years, where did you get it? And I asked looked your address up in the club directory."

"Hey don't hate on the couch. I've had it since I was 16. I always liked the idea of being able to lift a couch." He heard Derrick chuckle behind him. "Oh Rory, this is Derrick. He is the oh-so lucky bloke that gets to marry my dear sister Bella. Derrick this is the beautifully amazing woman I was telling you about." A blush covered Rory's face as she got up to shake Derrick's hand.

A smile broke out on his mother's face signaling that she had an idea. "Rory, dear, would you care to join us for dinner? Franco makes the best roasted lamb."

"I would love to, Mrs. Morgan, but today is Friday and I usually have Friday night dinner at my grandparent's."

Amelia nodded, "Yes, that is understandable; and please call me Amelia." She placed her hand on her cheek as if she was going through her options. "How about I call them and formally ask if you could join? I know Emily is all about formality."

Rory looked between Finn and his mother. "I don't see the harm in asking. They usually like the idea of me hanging out with fellow club members."

Emily and Richard had been more than willing to lose their granddaughters company for the evening so that she could have dinner with Finn and his family. With Rory added to the mix the dining room table was seated to near max capacity.

Finn's granddad sat at the head of the table with his Nana in the seat to his right. Finn had Rory sit in between him and Nana; Nana was the least threatening person here other than his mom. His father sat at the end of the table while his mom sat opposite him. Next to his mom were Cami, Bella, and Derrick.

The conversation had started out innocuous; lighthearted talk about school, work, and the upcoming nuptials. Finn had almost thought the evening would go off without a hitch; but of course, leave it to his sisters to completely ruin the night.

His granddad and Nana had already retired to their room and the dinner plates were being cleared off the table when Cami opened her mouth, "So Rory, what attracted you to our dear Finn here?"

Finn's gaze lifted from his plate to his sister. No one would know just by looking her, you had to really know Cami to know her looks, but there was a sinister sort of look in her eyes.

Rory glanced at Finn before looking back at Cami, her smile unfaltering. "Well Camila, Finn has this amazing ability to make me smile, even when I am upset with him."

Finn smiled, knowing that she was referring to the classroom prank they had played on her at the beginning of the term. He was also smiling because Rory had used Cami's full name; he had told her how his sisters hated to be called by their full names.

"Finn has never really brought a girl home before has he?" Bella chimed in. "What do you think Cami, the last girl he brought home was that beast of a girl, oh what was her name?"

Cami held her hands up, "Don't look at me; I only knew her as beast and the Swiss roll hoe."

"She was a pig wasn't she?" Bella laughed.

"Camila, Isabella that is enough," Amelia's voice rang throughout the room and the two girls fell silent.

Finn's fists were clenched so tightly it was almost painful, but he didn't really care at that moment.

Cami leaned forward, "Did dear Finny tell you how his mental case of an ex-girlfriend couldn't handle life so she tried to off herself?"

"Camila enough!"

Cami sat back in her chair. "It's too bad she didn't succeed, could have saved enough food to feed a third world nation."

Finn was on his feet. "You're such a fucking bitch Cami," his tone was dripping with 22 years of hate. "Why don't you do everyone in this room a favor and slice your own wrists right now."

"Phineas Robert Morgan III, you will not speak to your sister in such a manner," his father boomed in a stern voice.

Finn turned to the man. He was going to explode; he was seconds away from flipping the entire table. He needed to get the fuck away before his anger got the best of him. Without another word he turned and left, his father's angry protests growing quieter the farther he got from the room.

When he got back to his room he collapsed backwards on his bed. It took a while but after many shaky breaths his nerves finally calmed down and he no longer felt the threat of tears.

As he sat up he realized he wasn't alone in room. Rory was standing hesitantly at the door. His heart immediately dropped in his chest. How could he be so stupid to have left her down there with those vultures?

Before he could get off the bed she was already making her way to him. He stood and she wrapped her arms around him. He felt his breath hitch as she pressed her face into his chest. He folded his arms around her and held her firmly against him; his face was pressed to the top of her head as he thought of how he would love stay like this forever.

AN: I hope I didn't catch y'all too much by surprise with that tone change. There will be some (a lot) of drama coming up in the future. We will also get to see how Rory helps Finn through some of his demons. And what happened in high school that caused Finn to stop drinking away his life.
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