It's short, I appologize! But I'd written most of it and couldn't decide where to go. But I promise, now I have a main focal point, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Also, anyone reading Nightmare, I'll have it written and sent to my beta ASAP. I already have it planned (and its written out!) now all I have to do is type it up!.

Thanks to all my reviewers!

Australian Summer

Chapter 4:

As Says Sean Part I:

"People say what they truly mean when they are angry and not thinking. ..." Sean Flynn

When my grandfather entered the room, the sight before him was not one he would have expected. I was practically falling asleep on Finn, as his voice continued to lull me to sleep.
"Hey, Grandpa." I smiled sleepily.
"Hello, sir." Finn replied.
"Hello, Rory, Finn. I hope I'm not interrupting ." He smiled fondly at us.

"We were just reading." I replied evenly.

"Well, Dinner is ready." He smiled once more before turning to leave again.

As I stood to follow him, a hand reached for my wrist. Finn spun me around into him. I probably looked like the proverbial deer in the head lights. He held me close to him, not letting me escape easily.

"Rory..." He began before I cut him off.

"Finn, not now. Please don't ruin it." I pleaded, looking into the emerald eyes I could get lost in for hours. He nodded somberly and let go of me. I quickly smiled a small week smile and left the room.

I was already seated when Finn entered the room and took his place next to me.

"So, Rory, Rich tells me Finn was reading to you?" Gramps asked.

"Yes, sir." I smiled sincerely. "He brought Emma into a whole different perspective."

"Oh, Finn was obsessed with Jane Austen for a while!" Gram gushed. "I'm surprised he wasn't just reciting it to you!" I could faintly see Finn blushing next to me.

Logan, Colin, Steph, and Aryn all stifled laughs.

"That would have been interesting. Although, I think someone with a real accent made it much easier to picture myself in the story, watching it all happen." I attempted to change the subject.

"You should see his, recitals, if you will." Logan smirked. Finn glared.

"He gets very into it." Colin added trying not to laugh too hard.

"He once turned our friend Juliet into, well, Romeo's Juliet. It was quiet funny." Steph supplied.

"Oh, how are Rosemary and Juliet?" Ari asked. I could see Finn visibly stiffen at the mention of the other girl, but let it slid as the conversation moved on.

Dinner passed rather pleasantly. That night, Ari forced us into a movie night, of course, we could only eat Logan 'Baby safe approved' junk food. It was amazing. It was just like our movie night. I guess Aryn and Mom were closer than we thought.

The next few days had passed relatively quick. Before I knew it, my first week was over.

Finn hadn't mentioned anything else about that second day. That was, until that Saturday.

"Hello, love." He joined me in the library like he had a few times that week already.

"Hey, Finn." I smiled up at him happily. He had proved to be quiet different than I'd once thought. He was a goof, and sometimes reckless -as I'd learned from the stories I'd been shared- but he was intelligent. And he loved to read as much as I did.

"What are we reading?" I flashed him my book's cover. "Ah, the Fountainhead, again."

"God, is it a male thing to not like this book?" I grumbled.

"Hardly. At least I read and understood it. I just happen to not care for Ayn Rand too much. Sorry, kitten."

"S'alright." I shrugged it off as he plopped down next to me.

"Love, I-" He stopped. I waited for him to collect his thoughts as I turned to face him, giving him my full attention. "I, why did you run?" I looked away.

"What happened to forgetting that?" I asked meekly.

"I never said I'd forget it. I said I'd drop it for the time being." He reasoned.

"Oh." I was fighting internally at this point. I could share with him a part of my past I've tried to bury so deep, or I could just shrug it off as Gilmore Instinct. Sighing, I decided to bare my soul. "You're a society boy. Hartford or not." I let out another sigh as I tried not to look him in the eye.

"What does that have to do with anything? Aren't you from society as well, doll?"

"No." I replied immediately. "I grew up away from it until High school . Then I went to Chilton and was introduced to their world."

"I get the feeling that something happened?" Well, here goes.

"Yeah. I met this cocky arrogant jerk who I fell head over heels for. Only to have my heart broken when he tried to protect his 'King' status and told everyone, he'd 'nailed the Mary', even though we were still dating. He got sent to Military school not too soon later for again trying to 'prove himself' worthy to those idiots. Well, long story short, they even swore it was to get away from me. He wrote me a letter from military school, telling me that he was sorry for everything. That he loved me. I wrote him back with only a few words. No, Dear Tristan, no Love Rory, it just said, 'Clearly not enough.' It hurt. It still hurts. It just proved everything my mother ever said about society boys. They're self centered, egotistical jerks, who ultimately care about there image and rep and nothing else. Just like my dad."

"You dad, love?"

"Christopher Hayden. He ran away to Boston to get out of 'Hartford & the Scandal' but he loved me and mom. Of course, first he agreed with my grandparents in trying to force marriage. He had to do the right thing first. But mom refused. She knew he didn't love her. Not enough anyway. Just like Tristan." I bit back a small sob trying to escape as the tears I'd been fighting back pooled and began slipping down my cheeks.

Finn enveloped me in his strong arms. I buried mt face in the crook of his neck as he rubbed my back and whispered soothing nothings into my ear.

"Makes sense, now." He soothed. Finn paused for a moment before asking, "May I ask you a question?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment.

"Did you sleep with him?" I nodded yes as another onslaught of tears came. "That makes it worse, am I right, Love?" Again, I could only nodded.

Held me a while more, what seemed like forever, but was really only about 10 minutes, in silence. He rubbed my back, and kept whispering different things to me.

After that, I tried to pull away and wipe my tears, suddenly feeling like an idiot. But Finn held me tighter. He let me move away, but just enough so he could wipe my tears away. As his thumbs ran across my cheeks, I felt a shiver run up my back.

"I'm such an idiot." I whined, trying to move away again. "I've known you a week, and I've told you things it took me weeks to tell my best friend !" But he wouldn't let me move. He pulled me to his chest once again.

"Well, since you've shared why you ran from me, I should share the reason I'm the way I am." I didn't reply, just kept my face buried in his chest. "I didn't always go from one girl to another. I don't actually. But anyway, I was about 14-15. Somewhere around there, love. I had my first real girlfriend. She wasn't from society. She was genuine, innocent almost. Well, a few months into our relastionship, she wanted to have sex. I didn't think we were ready. I loved her, but I though she should wait a while. She was so angelic I didn't want to taint her or have her regret it. Well, she broke up with me. Told me, all she really wanted was to have sex. She didn't like me all that much. I was annoying and read way too much." I felt him sigh. During his speech , I had noticed, his tone had become cold, his body tense beneath mine.

"She wasn't, not from society, she was just from a family that wasn't too well known . They were new money. Her parents didn't flaunt it. But she wanted to be like every other rich, society girl. So, from that point on, I just stuck to slutty, rich, society girls who had there own name and wealth and didn't need mine. All they want is sex, and they let you know that up front. There's no getting attached. No getting hurt and lied to. Everyone's intentions are right there in front of you."

"Wow," Unconsciously I pulled away a bit. "You've been with quite a few girls, huh?"

"Yes, well, I am a very attractive, exotic 20 year University Junior." He said good naturedly, but with his admission, my body tensed and I pulled away even more. "You alright, love?"

"Uh, yeah, I just hadn't realized you were that much older than me."

"Pardon, love?" His eyebrow quirked with confusion.

"I'm only 17. I won't be 18 until October."

"That's only two years, Rory. I'm not following you here..."

"Yeah, well, two years, but I'm only going to be a Senior in High School, and you're in your third year of College."

"You're only a senior?"

"Yeah..."

"I was under the impression you were going to be a freshman."

"Nope."

"Ah..." He stood, moving away from me. "...and now I feel like a pedifile." He blanched slightly. "Actually, now I feel like Logan..." His face contorted disgustedly.

"Isn't Logan one of your best friends?" I asked, curious as to why he would claim feeling like Logan was worse than a pedifile. Better yet, what the hell did he mean by that?

"Yes, but that didn't stop him from lusting after my underaged, baby sister. Or seducing her."

"And that makes him a pedifile?" I was half enraged, half amused. I laughed scoffing at him.

"Yes."

"A pedifile is someone who sexually takes advantage of a child." I glared at him. "I haven't been a child for quiet some time, Finn." Beginning to stalk out of the room, I paused for a moment, and threw a few, carefully picked words over my shoulder. "And I doubt Aryn had been either." As I closed the door, I heard things hit the wall. Books, and maybe a fist.

I know he'd punched a wall at some point that day. His hand was messed up for a week or two. I just don't know if it happened then or not.

I hadn't meant to hurt him. Well, I might have, subconsciously, but not intentionally anyway. I was angry and hurt. I had just told him of how I'd gotten my heart broken after sleeping with my boyfriend whom I loved. And what had he done? He makes me sound like I'm a child. Someone he should never have even thought of. Made me feel like a worthless whore not worthy of his time. And in that same time span, while he insinuated things about me, he'd done the same of his sister, even my mother.

For the next two or three days, we didn't speak unless forced. Those days were utterly painful. And at that point in the Summer, I hadn't a clue why. But thinking back, I realize why.

I had begun to fall in love with Finn.