Faints. Omg you people are amazing! So, this took a while because I couldn't think of how to make it longer. And finally, I was going to ya know, cap it off, and I decided to add a little, so it's a bit longer than it was. And just a note, this will not be all Finn and Rory always getting interupted/disrupted. I promise. Its all plot work and soon there won't be any interuptions. Well, maybe. Anyway. Today was my first day of Junior Year! So, chappies might be a bit of a stretch between. I promise to procrastinate all week-end homework until Sunday night to try and give you a chapter once a week-end. But, I also have a class where I'm just about always on a computer, so I may be able to work there since my stuff is all written on an online word processor, Zohowriter. com. AND I wrote the next chapter of Nightmare -Actually I wrote it about a week and a half ago- i just havent gotten a chance to get on my parents computer to save it and send it to my beta. My PC is crud and I can't download my documents off of the word processor, but my pc's doesn't work either. It's all rubbish I tell you! Anyway, long AN over with. Please review. CC is greatly appreciated! xBree

Australian Summer

Chapter Three

Take A Closer Look

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Aryn and I had seen everything by the time we were summoned back to the house. Finn would be arriving soon with the others. Once again we sat in the kitchen eating out of a carton of Coffee ice cream .

"Like, seriously. How hard is it learn someone's name?" Ari was telling me about the guy in her school who continually called her anything but her name.

"I know. There was this kid at my school who called me Mary nonstop !" I was laughing when all of a sudden Finn, along with how I assumed was Colin and Stephanie walked into the kitchen.

"Hey." I smiled at Finn, blushing lightly when he smirked and winked in reply.

"Stephie! Colin!" Ari squealed as they came over to hug her. Finn came to sit next to me, while Colin sat across from him, next to Aryn. Stephanie sat next to me.

"So," Steph said taking a spoon as well and joining us. "How goes the pregnancy?"

"It's good. Well, as good as it can be. I just," she looked down. Everyone else's eyes turned to the doorway while she kept her head down.

I watched as Logan walked in. He saw Aryn eating a tub of Haggan-doz with her big ol' pregnant tummy. The look on his face was priceless. It was obvious he hadn't seen her in a while.

"I wish Logan were here. My dad is a royal ass. I... miss him."

He looked like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the simplest, yet best present in the world. The one you don't smile that big grin at. The one that you smile big, yes, but with a softness in it. The 'touched' look in your eyes.

That was what Logan looked like. Everyone but Ari, who was busy talking with ice cream -and spoon at times- in her mouth, was watching him with smiles on their faces.

"But anyway, its really good. I get to be lazy and not get in trouble. The waddling sucks, but..."

As he walked up behind her, he placed his arms around her, his hands resting on her stomach, and his chin on her shoulder. They looked adorable.

She shrieked from surprise, then turned around, hugging him to her as tightly as she could.

"Logan!" She squealed. "I missed you sooo much." She told him. She sat back down on the stool, and he stood to the side of her, one hand still on her stomach.

"Really, baby? How much?" He asked playful. She responded by leaning up and kissing him deeply. Steph and I watched them, awing almost, while Colin and Finn turned away in disgust.

"Okay, that's enough. Enough!" Finn cried. They pulled away.

"Well, as much as I love the rest of you," She stood with the help of Logan. "I think me and Papa over here have something to discuss in private!" She winked at Steph and I. We laughed at her, slightly shocked.

"Ewww."The boys cried again.

"Oh come off it, Colin." Steph snapped. "Poor Logan had to watch us on the plane." I snorted into my coffee.

"Screw Poor Logan or Poor Colin. Finn's the only one not getting any!" Finn exclaimed. I laughed softly next to him. "Think thats funny, love?"

"Yes."

"Come on, Colin. I'll make it to you." Steph said to a pouting Colin, who instantly smiled wide and ran out the door after her.

"Now that is just bloody wrong." Finn pouted.

"So, Finn. You never showed me the library." I said, changing the subject.

"Is that in any way an invitation to have sex?"

"No." He mumbled something and led me to the library.

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The library was huge. It was filled with all sorts of books.

"So, you like to read?" Finn asked.

"Yup." I pulled out a book. "Ooh. Is this a first edition?" I asked looking at it in astonishment.

"Yup." He said mocking me. He came up behind me, leaning over my shoulder. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. It tickled my ear when he spoke. "There are only 13 original copies in existence today. The rest were burned in a giant bonfire."

"Have you ever read it?" I asked, looking up at him from over my shoulder.

"A few times. Its a good book. I liked it."

"I've only read it once. And it was edited by her son." When I turned my head fully, our faces had come very close together. As I looked up form the book, I saw him watching me intently.

"So," HE drawled, his breath hot against my cheek, "You're a bookie, eh, love?"

"Uh, yeah," I stuttered. Suddenly I felt like I was on fire. His hand was caressing my cheek. I tilted my head slightly, nuzzling into his palm. My body relaxed against his as he moved even closer to me. His other hand rested on my hip.

I'd never felt anything so... enjoyable. The feelings he was causing where like nothing I'd ever felt before. I don't mean pure arousal. Tristan often affected me with his words, his taunting. Finn, though, Finn was setting my whole being on fire with simply touching me, whispered words against my skin, the way his eyes were glazed over looking at me. This felt like so much more than lust.

As his lips neared mine, my body practically went limp. The damned book that started it all fell from my fingers, just as his lips grazed mine. I pulled back and quickly stepped away. I stuttered an apology and did what Gilmore Girls do best.

I ran.

While running towards my room, I ran into Logan, literally, and Aryn. "Woah. Where's the fire?" Loan asked steadying me.

"I, uh." I stuttered. Logan looked at me as though I was crazy.

"What's wrong, Rory?" Aryn asked.

"IkissedFinn." With that I took off again.

Once in the safety of my own room, I took a deep breath and processed. Then I swore.

He was having an effecting on me. One I wouldn't let him. He was making me feel so, amazing. But then his playboy nature resurfaced in my mind. There was no way I could fall for him. None.

Unless it was too late for that.

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Aryn knocked lightly on my door and opened it. "Hey, you okay?" She poked her head in the door, then Stephanie's peeked in too. I was sitting on my bed, my knees to my chest.

"No." I mumbled. They made their way into the room, and sat on the bed on either side of me.

"Yeah, well, kissing Finn has that effect." Steph joked. We laughed softly.

"It wasn't even a kiss." I sighed, stretching out my legs. "His lips barely touched mine before I dropped the book and ruined the moment and ran out of the room looking like a complete idiot. Then of course I literally run into Logan making a bigger idiot out of my self." I said all in one breath.

"Oh." Was all they said.

After a moment or two, Aryn spoke up. "Well, that explains that."

"Why did you run?" Steph asked.

"I can't kiss Finn! That's like, wrong." I paused. "And its natural Gilmore Girl style to run when kissed or in an awkward romantic situation."

"Uh huh." Steph smirked. "Sounds like the Rothschild genetics as well." Aryn blushed and threw a pillow at Steph.

"Shut it." Aryn pouted. I looked at them quizzically . "I ran the first time Logan kissed me. And after my first kiss ever." She was blushing. Something I didn't think I'd ever see on this girl. But I guess, first assumptions are often wrong.

"Anyway." Stephanie turned our focus back on her. "Why can't you kiss Finn? He's a sweet guy. A bit of a player, but that's only cause he doesn't have steady girlfriends."

"Exactly. I'm a boyfriend type of girl. Not a casual lay kind of girl." I sighed. "Besides. Finn is a typical society boy." Aryn and Stephanie laughed at this. "What?"

"First of all. If Finn really likes you, you won't just be a casual lay. You'd be a summer fling. And Finn is anything but typical." Ari explained.

"He's so far from your typical society boy. They're sluts unless you have them on a leash. Like Logan used to be. And Colin. They all like sex and alcohol . But no where near as much as Finn. But, Finn's not Hartford society. Finn's been brought up differently." Steph added.

"Wait. You said you dropped a book." Aryn suddenly interjected.

"Yeah..." I didn't see where this was going.

"Where were you?"

"The library..."

"Why?" I was getting looks, like 'what the hell?' and 'are you crazy'.

"Because I asked him to show me. I love to read. Books are my second love. They're just below coffee."

"Ya know, Ror.," Steph stated with a big grin, "Maybe you should get to know Finn a little better before you decide not to date him." She said sagely.

"You might be in for a huge surprise."

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The girls had forced me back to the library, where Logan and Colin said Finn would be found.

"Guys!" I shrieked as the door was opened and I was pushed in. I tried to turn back around but they closed the door in my face. I sighed and turned to a bemused Finn staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Everything alright, love?" He asked. There was a undertone in his voice. One that I could place. It sounded like hurt, sadness or disappointment. I wasn't at all sure.

"I, uh. I was told I should get to know you before I freak out about kissing you because apparently there is so much more than meets the eye and you aren't some major player or a Hartford Society boy and I may actually what lies under the surface and I'm rambling." I bit my lip to stop. I saw him bite back a groan.

Later on he told me that biting my lip was 'Too bloody sexy for my own good'.

"S'all right, love. Come 'ere." I obliged and sat next to him on the comfy couch.

"What are you reading?" I asked. He lifted the cover. Emma was written across the cover. "You're reading Jane Austen?" I asked, rather shocked. Most guys I know wouldn't read Austen.

"Happens to be one of my favorites." He replied easily. "I prefer Pride and Prejudice, but I thought Emma fit our current circumstance a bit better." We easily fell into a small banter over the books. I happen to prefer Emma.

After a few minutes we came to the agreement that Pride and Prejudice had a better ending and plot line, but Emma was the more ingenious work.

"You want me to read to you?" He offered. I nodded. When he placed his arm around me, I jumped a little. But soon my head was resting on his shoulder, one hand on his chest. His accent gave the story a different feel.

For what seemed like an eternity it was just his voice and my soft breathing filling the room.