Declaimer: I own nothing. The quotes you recognize are from episode 5.08. "The Party's Over"
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5th Stage – Sadness
I'd never thought that tiaras were so heavy!
Seriously, that thing on my head weighted a tone! Plus I had couple of hundred pounds in each ear and around my neck!
"Okay, but that's for a good cause?" I repeated under my breath as I sat in my grandmother's bedroom.
I was at my grandparent's place in Hartford for a party. A party for their friends from Yale. I'd never liked those kind of parties but since grandma and grandpa had invited me together, I'd decided to be here today. It hadn't been frequently lately they'd done something together, so it was a good sign for me. Maybe it had been the first step to their reunion…
Of course, mom was sure that they had something up their sleeves, but I didn't care. As long as they had created it together, I was glad.
Oh, so naïve of me… as it turned out later.
Two hours wouldn't do me much damage… I hoped. Then Dean would pick me up at 8.30 and we would have a nice evening together.
Very good plan!
Generally, life had been good last few weeks.
I had a little hope about my grandparents situation. At least they were talking to each other. Other way they wouldn't have thrown a party together, right?
Dean and I were good. We'd spend more time together lately, like today's evening for example.
Plus I'd finally got things straight with Finn.
That last thing had been a real relief. After my little show at Finn's dorm and the talk we'd had at mines, the situation had been better. Finn had told me that he would get all needed things done. That had been a couple of weeks ago. We'd run into each others few times since then and that'd been nice meetings. We'd had some small talks about random things during coffee near coffee kiosk and then gone our own ways. Nothing big.
But there was something in the back of my mind. A little warning light.
Why, you asked.
Because I'd never been the person that warmed so easily to others. I always needed lots of time to open myself to someone. With Finn it was totally different. I felt that I could talk with him about everything and he would not judge me, make fun of me or anything. I was just comfortable around him. Even the proximity wasn't a problem. I didn't like people to touch me much but with Finn it was natural. The touches of hands and even light kisses.
That scared me but I hoped that I was only freaking out without really good cause. It couldn't be anything serious. Beside it was always nice to get a new friend. I also had a feeling that having Finn around would be interesting. Fun for sure.
I hoped that everything would go right from now on. First time since few long months.
I looked into the mirror and adjusted the tiara again. It felt weird on my head, I never wore such things.
My grandmother came into the room again. Earlier, as soon as I'd set foot into the house, she'd dragged me upstairs and ordered her hairdresser to create the new me – the one that was looking at me from the mirror right now. Not very much alike the usual me.
"Oh you look like a princess" grandma was very glad with her little creation. Me – not so very much. But I'd agreed to participate in that show, so I would continue it.
I hoped those two hours would pass quickly.
"Grandma, are you sure you want me wearing all this stuff? They must be very expensive, and if something should happen…"
She didn't let me finished as she shook her head and said, "Nothing's going to happen, and yes - you look exactly the way I want my granddaughter to look to all our guests. Shall we?"
This words should alert me, but I didn't pay them too much attention as I got up from the chair and faced my grandmother.
Let's the torture begin!
Of course I wouldn't dare to say that aloud in her presence. Instead I nodded and patiently followed grandma outside the room.
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It was amassing how my instincts had been failing me lately. Take today for example. Half hour ago I'd thought that things had been going better in my life and that the party would have passed quickly.
Fat chance!
Would anyone like to know why?
I would tell you!
Reason number one for example – I was standing in the middle of my grandparents' living-room, surrounded by five guys.
It may look not so bad, seeing as all of those guys were good-looking, intelligent and wealthy.
That's not the really point here.
What was a matter here was that it was an auction, or rather the showing off. I wasn't only sure if I was the one being shown off or rather all those guys were.
This time my grandparents had overdone themselves. Clearly the main reason for this party was to find Rory Gilmore a suitable candidate for a future husband. Despite the known fact that she had a boyfriend or the unknown (Thank God!) fact that she had a husband.
Of course grandma and grandpa had played a little innocent act: "Oh Rory we didn't notice that there are only boys here. Next time we will pay more attention to the guests list."
Guests list my ass!
Their intentions were very clear to me. All those Andrews, Kips and Donnans were here for me. I was supposed to see all the possibilities of perfects matches that were waiting for me in the fabulous world of New England's society.
I was normally a patient person but I had enough!
I excused the boys I was talking to, or rather listing to their dull conversation about the cars and engines, and made my way to grandpa's study. I didn't think they had even noticed my escape because they'd been so engrossed in an argument which car was better. I quickly shoot the door to the study behind me, sat at my grandfather's chair and dialed mom's cell number. I really needed to talk with someone friendly now.
"I told you," those words greeted me.
"You told me what?" I didn't catch my mom's intention.
"Whatever has happened at that party you got rooked into tonight. I told you."
I had the feeling that mom was enjoying my miserable situation.
I sighed, "Do you want to hear or do you just want to gloat?" I asked.
"Well, I'm a multi-tasker."
I was desperate to complain about this, so I decided to ignore my mother digs and started to recall the evening. Mom listened to carefully, "So I get here, and grandma immediately whisks me upstairs where her hairdresser and makeup artist are waiting to make a new me."
"Because the old you was so last season," mom chipped in sardonically.
"Then I come downstairs to find that the guests are all Yale friends of grandma and grandpa's and their sons."
"What?"
"No girls! All boys, and me!"
"You're kidding!"
At least the reaction I wished for.
I sighed again, "Nope. I feel like I'm being auctioned off."
"They suck, my parents suck. They know you're with Dean, because you told them."
My mom's reaction got me into a little better mood. At least I had one person somewhere there for me and she didn't think I needed a society husband, thank God!
Besides, I already had one and that wasn't a very good thing.
Suddenly I heard my mom asked, "Do you have a pencil?"
"Why?"
How could a pencil help me in that particular situation. I couldn't stab all of the guys with a pencil. That wouldn't do me any good and wouldn't probably get grandparents of my back either. Not to mention the guys' parents reaction.
"Because there are twelve ways out of that house that they don't know about. Write this down. First, the basement. It's a little dusty, but almost foolproof. If you can't get there, grab a screwdriver and jimmy the back of my mother's closet. There's a false back."
Apparently, the pencil would help with the escape from facing all of those guys outside the study. But it wouldn't help dealing with the grandparents. It would cost a lot of explanation to do, about why I'd disappeared so suddenly.
"Mom…"
She didn't let me cut in.
"And if they haven't trimmed the trees yet, the second guest bathroom window opens out onto the massive elm and you can shimmy right down."
The temptation to do just so was great, but again my good side (or the stupid one, I was thinking sometimes) took charge.
"I don't need to sneak out, it's fine. Dean is picking me up at eight thirty, I can manage till then."
"They played you, kid."
That was obvious, "Yeah, I know."
"I hate that they did that."
The peace-wanting-Rory came onto the surface again, "Well, it's done. Okay, I should go. In this crowd they will definitely notice me missing." I added sarcastically, "I'll see you later."
I put the phone down and sighed. It was going to be long night.
"Argh!" I yelled as I hit my head against my grandpa's desk.
"It would be a better thing if you sneak out than hurt your head by hitting it against that desk, love. Less possibility of future brain damage."
I literally jumped up from the chair as I heard that voice. I turned around quickly and spotted Finn leaning against one of my grandfather's bookcases, with a glass of champagne in hand.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him astonished. I couldn't imagine what was he doing here. He somehow didn't pass as a perfect society husband to me. Nor should he pass as one to my grandmother.
Looking closely at his face I could presume that his answer would not please me very much. The smirk was telling to much!
"Well love, I am keeping a close eye at my business," he replied as he came closer, put the glass aside and sat on the desk in front of me.
I raised an eyebrow at him, "And the business is…"
"My marriage of course," he explained with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "I wasn't very please to hear that my wife is already looking for another husband. She haven't even waited for the divorce. It hurt, love. It really hurt!" he put a hand at his heart in dramatic gesture.
I knew that he was kidding but couldn't help and glared at him.
"Easy for you to mock! That's all my grandparents doing!" I exclaimed throwing my hand in the air with frustration but quickly composing myself, "By the way, don't talk about our marriage," I hissed quietly, "Someone could hear and that won't be good," I added in whisper.
Walls had ears in Gilmore's household.
He was clearly amused because of the whole situation, which irritated me more.
"Why love? Are you ashamed of your husband?" he asked teasingly.
If a glare could kill, Finn would be dead by now. Few times probably.
"You won't be so cheerful if my grandparents know about all this."
He chuckled, "Yeah, I can imagine. Your grandfather always scares the shit out of me. I think it's because he is so bloody tall. The domination thing, you know."
I stared at him blankly, "You know my grandparents?"
Again the 'oh-you-silly-girl' look, "Why do you think I am here?" he asked me with amusement in eyes.
Well right, that's logical. I could presume that my grandparents hadn't put 'Looking for wealthy bachelors' sigh on every tree in New England to gather that bunch here today.
"Although I don't think your grandparents really want me here," he continued after a moment of reflection, "They've never liked me much. I was always the bad one in Morthson family. But I guess they've invited every single son of their friends here today, so here I am. By the way – you have quite a collection in there," he pointed his head in the direction of the living-room, "I think Stephanie had about a half of yours," he added with a smirk.
"Thanks for the info! Really helping!" I groaned and wanted to hit my head against the desk once again but Finn stopped me in time.
"Now love, what have I said about the brain damage?" he asked but I shoot him a 'I really don't care' look. He chuckled and pulled my up by my arms and directed me to sit next to him on my grandfather's desk. Grandpa would kill us, if he saw us.
"Look at it from that side," he nudged my side a little "your grandparents would be very glad hearing that you've married a society guy," another glare from me. He chuckled again, "But when you would tell them the circumstances of the actual weeding and my name, I would bet that they won't be very please," he said playing with my fingers. Apparently he had a thing for fingers, he always played with my hands, even when we'd met accidentally by the coffee kiosk, "You would get a brilliant revenge," he added with a hint of laugh.
"Yes, and the guilty of causing my grandparents hearts attacks," I commented dryly.
He smirked, "A side effect," he commented calmly lacing our hands together.
I couldn't help and laughed. He was too good in this. Somehow, he always knew what to say to me.
"That's what I was waiting to see all night," he said putting his other hand on my check and stroking it gently.
"What?"
"Your smile, love." He replied and I blushed, "You have the most beautiful smile on the earth."
I shivered a little under his intense gaze and broke the eye contact. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure if he really meant it or if it was only his usual way with girls.
I looked at our joined hands, lying on his lap. He was brushing his thumb little over my knuckles.
I didn't reply anything so he probably sensed my discomfort and lightened the mood immediately.
"If it helps love," he dropped his hand from my check, "I can tell that your grandma wasn't very pleased when she saw me at the doorstep. She was probably hoping that I won't show up, what's I usually do at those kind of parties. But I couldn't miss it. I haven't got many opportunities to see my wife being auction off," I thought that my eyes were hurt from so much glaring. He didn't noticed or decided to ignore it, "Plus, she wasn't very fond of my tie. What do you think about it, love?" He asked me, looking at his tie.
I smiled. I didn't know him much but it was so like Finn to always find a way to humor everyone and he always had to single himself out of the crowd. Even in the sea of black suits. This time by wearing the neon green tie.
"It's nice."
He smiled, "Good that at least one of the Gilmores like something about the black sheep of Morthsons. Somehow my charm personality cannot warms a way into your grandmother's heart."
It was more than tie I liked in him but I couldn't tell him that. Instead I replied, "I think that there is one more person in Gilmores that would like it. My mom always like bright color."
"Right, apparently the black sheep like to stick together," he commented.
I raised my brows, "Don't tell my you know my mother also?" That would be to much for me to handle. Plus mom would have told me that she knew him. She had seen the name on the marriage certificate.
"No, I don't know her personally, but I've heard a lot about her. Your mom was a role model for some time to my eldest sister, when Cecile had her rebellion time," he explained.
I nodded and looked down. It felt weird. He knew a lot more about me than I knew about him. I didn't even know that he had a sister.
"Your mom was the one recommending you to sneak out?" I heard him asked. I looked up and met his eyes. It's struck me again how intense green they were.
"Yeah, she knows twelve ways to leave the house unnoticed," I explained.
"And you decided not to followed her advices because Dean is picking you up?" he pried.
He must have heard the whole conversation. Maybe he'd been in the study in the first place and I hadn't seen him as I'd stepped into it.
I nodded. I could sense that it was time for some confessions on my part.
"And Dean is…" he prompted with one eyebrow raised.
"My boyfriend," I informed him.
I didn't know why I feel so nervous telling him this. It wasn't as I was doing something bad by having a boyfriend. Our marriage had been a drunken mistake and there was only a possible beginning of friendship between me and Finn now. Besides, he'd had a lots of girls since Vegas.
"So I'm not the only sinner in the relationship," he mocked but I could catch a glimpse of something weird in his eyes.
Was it sadness?
I didn't say anything to that and we were just sitting there. I didn't know what to say and he was also silent, looking down at our still joined hands.
After few minutes he picked up his head, "You should go back to the party. Your absence could be clearly visible today and I am already on you grandmother's back list, especially because of the tie and don't want to fell at the very bottom of it, because of keeping you away from all of this nice young men there," he said teasingly and stood up, pulling me along with him.
I let him lead me towards the door. He opened them, looked around quickly and pushed me into the corridor, "Go first love."
I didn't even catch the moment he disappeared.
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There was only one good thing about my grandparents parties – excellent food. That's what I'd decided to busy myself with since I'd left the study. Plus, food always set me in good mood and that's what I needed right now.
Everything because of Finn. I felt quirky. Like I was regretting something, or rather not something but the thing that I had a boyfriend.
But that was insane!
I wasn't regretting that I was with Dean.
I loved Dean.
I knew that I'd had doubts lately, but it was because of our difficult situation with our schedules and everything.
But why I had to convince myself about this?
That was a good question.
I cannot doubt my feelings toward my boyfriend only because some other guy had had a strange look in his eyes when I'd told him about my boyfriend.
But it wasn't some other guy.
It was Finn.
The question was who was he to me?
I had a feeling that he started to became a lot more then just a friend from collage.
But how much more?
My thoughts were interrupted by a man's voice.
"Rory?" I looked up and saw another of my grandmother's candidate for my future husband.
"Mm-hm?" that's what I only managed to get out from me because I was half way swallowing a piece of food.
"I'm Jordan," he introduced himself, "Your grandmother sent me over here. Apparently we're made for each other."
"Oh, gee. Well, how convenient." That's what my grandmother was thinking about most of the guys here.
Well, except of one.
Ironical, he was the actual husband.
Not that I was going to tell her that.
"There's nothing like having your family play matchmaker."
Oh, this one wanted to be charming. Sorry mister, I was not in the mood for a romance.
"How old are you?" he asked.
For what he needed that piece of information I had no idea, but decided to be a good, polite girl and answered, "I'm, um, almost twenty."
"All right, good. Just making sure everything's legal."
Because what, you wanted to marry me. Sorry mister, already taken!
"You need a drink?"
So you had a easier way with me. Gee, I was really in bad mood and that guy was only making it worse.
"No, not a drink." I replied.
"Why? Get a little crazy when you drink?"
You know what I'd notice last few days. I only manage to stand Finn's smirk, nobody else. Calm down Rory! It's not his fault that you had way too much problems with guys and your grandparents had found a weird way to unwittingly solve them!
"Yes. That's it."
"I'd like to see that."
Lucky for the Jordan guy, Logan appeared in that moment. Huntzberger saved the poor guy from some really serious snapping.
"Rory. There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." He came up and put his arm around my shoulder, "I'm late, I'm sorry, don't be mad. Finn will be here soon also, I promise" he said to me and turned to Jordan, "Logan Huntzberger," he introduced himself.
I didn't know what was going on, but the look on Jordan's face was hilarious.
"Uh, Jordan Chase."
"Good to meet you, thanks for keeping Rory busy. If you hadn't, she would've noticed exactly how late her boyfriend is and then she might left and that would have been very, very bad."
Mister Chase looked confused. Truth to be told, so was I, but I didn't care. I could sense that this was the way to get rid of Mr. Chase.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry - you're with her?" Jordan asked.
"Me, no, no."
Okay, what the hell Logan was playing at. He was supposed to get me out of it!
"But she is with my best friend. They together a year and a half."
Okay, good, good. Jordan was looking more disappointed every second.
"Finn had a little emergency, but he is on his way. I was supposed to keep Rory company till then," Logan finished and I was practically jumping from joy seeing Jordan's face.
"Great. What the hell am I doing here?" and Jordan Chase was gone.
Yes!!!
"Oh, thank you," I faced Logan with a big, appreciative smile on my face. He was my favorite person in the world right now. He, of course, was smirking, but I didn't care! He was my knight in shinning armor!
"You looked cornered."
"I was." I confirmed.
"Well, glad to be of service." He looked around, "Man, I hate these parties."
First time I totally agreed with him, "Not really my bag either."
"But at least the bar is stocked, and I must say your grandmother has excellent food."
I really shouldn't be surprised that half of the Yale's students knew my grandparents.
"Okay, so. Lesson One," he continued, "in coping with painfully boring parties, form a sub-party," he told me, grabbed the bottle of champagne with one hand, my hand in his other one and led my towards the pool house.
"Where are you going?" I'd never liked to be drag into unknown direction.
"Away from death of boredom," he smirked at me but seeing my annoyed face he added, "C'mon Ace, Finn told me you need a little rescue. He and the rest of the guys are already in the pool house. He would fetch you himself but your grandparents are too much around you and he isn't their favorite person."
Amazing how the one name managed to convince me to quickly follow Logan.
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"Gilmore, your grandfather has appalling taste in Scotch." I heard Colin as he stepped inside the pool house again.
We were here for at least an hour now. We, meaning Logan, Finn, Colin, me an some other guys whose names I didn't really remember, although they had introduced themselves. I thought that champagne had to do something with my memory.
"I think you should go on inside and tell him!" I replied to Colin, getting more comfortable on the couch.
I may add that I was sitting on the couch next to Finn, in rather close proximity, basically leaning against him. A little voice inside my head was telling me that it was a way too close but I didn't care. It felt to damn comfortable. I had my legs folded beneath me and Finn's arm around my shoulder. He was playing with a hanging stray of my hair that had escaped of my bun. Logan was sitting across from us on the armchair and the other guys were just hanging around the pool house.
"If he hasn't learned by now I certainly can't teach him." Colin responded from behind me as he was pouring himself another drink at the bar.
I had to say – forming a sub-party was a great way to cope with a dull party. When Logan had taken me here, I had been quickly seated on the couch in the middle, with a glass of champagne in hand. The guys had teased that I was a guest of honor and a 'queen of the ball' (I had a crown, mind you) so I should be treat like one.
Finn hadn't been talking much. He was just sitting next to me. But somehow it was enough for me. He didn't have to talk. His presence was sufficient.
Logan came up to the couch with a bottle of champagne, "Refill?" he pointed my glass.
"Sure, why not?" I wasn't the drinking type, but today I liked a little buzz.
Finn chuckled, "Because drinking is bad," he said loud and then whispered that only me and Logan could hear his words, "It's very, very bad and we're bad for doing it. You already encountered it, love. With a questionable results."
Logan chuckled as he sat down on my other side, "Questionable?" he asked Finn with raised eyebrow, "I would rather say with really bad results," he added.
I turned to Finn, curious for his answer. We could talk openly about this, because none of the other boys paid too much attention to us.
"It may seem like this, but I can imagine that if we hadn't meet that particular night in Vegas, I'm not sure that we would be sitting here today. Maybe Rory would have been dying of boredom with in a presence of one Jordan Chase or Kip Barnes. Or worse she would like their company because she wouldn't know the better option."
Logan nodded, "True, true. And we really wouldn't want that, right?" he smirked and took a sip from his glass.
I didn't comment it. I felt that I didn't need to. I knew they very making fun of the party. I just leaned against Finn some more. It felt too good. I could even fell asleep like that. I closed my eyes for a moment only to open them again because of Logan.
"Hey, listen, I forgot to tell you, I read the article."
Nice to know that someone had actually read it. I hadn't been sure about Dean's declaration from earlier that day, that he'd read it. He hadn't sounded very convincing.
"You did?"
"Yep, not bad."
Then we talk about the article for a while.
I was surprising how good I felt around this guys. I didn't know them long, and never really liked the 'society guys', but this time it was different. I didn't know it was because of those particular guys, especially one of them that was massaging my neck gently right now, or I'd changed my opinion about the rich, society guys in general. I would rather vote of the first one.
Suddenly Logan changed the topic.
"So, who's it going to be?" he asked and I looked at him confused.
"What?" I asked.
He smirked and got up from the couch, "Well, this shindig is an obvious meat market, I've got the feeling that your grandparents are expecting you to choose someone tonight, so..."
Oh that.
"But maybe I shouldn't ask, seeing as you are already taken," he added suggestively. At least the line was quietly, that only Finn and me heard him. God! He had the guts to bring that up!
Finn didn't respond, I only felt his hand sled from my neck, down my arm and around my waist in somehow possessive gesture.
Then all the guys around us were saying: "Pick me!"
Logan was glancing around the room with a smirk. He was obviously enjoying himself.
My gratefulness about saving me from Jordan Chase was gone. I started to become angry by him.
"Wow. A room full of guys and still extremely slim pickings," he said looking pointedly at me.
I couldn't helped myself and talked back sarcastically, "Well, I don't know. It's a tough choice, maybe I should let my boyfriend help me choose."
I could sense Finn tensed beside me but he didn't let go of my waist.
Logan looked surprised. His eyes flickered to Finn's for a second, but Finn wasn't looking at him. Instead he was playing with the hem of my dress and eyeing it closely, like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
"You have a boyfriend?' Logan asked me with surprise in his voice.
Some guy commented, "Isn't it always the way?"
I was waiting for Finn to counter, but he hadn't said anything. Then I remembered about Dean picking me up.
Oh, shit!
"Oh no, what time is it?"
"Eight forty five," Colin answered my question.
Shit, shit, shit! He was waiting outside fifteen minutes already.
"Dean is meeting me at eight-thirty!" I didn't know why I bothered to explained myself to them, but I did. I quickly got up and started to look for my shoes at the floor.
"Dean?" Logan raised his brows.
"The boyfriend," Finn explained instead of me, and he gave me my right shoe.
His voice and face were normal. No different look in his eyes. Nothing like in the study.
Well, that was weird. I could not read that guy at all. Or maybe I was imagining things between us.
But I hadn't the time to considered it now.
I had another problem. In the form of one Logan Huntzberger, who suddenly had decided that he was in great need of making sure that I was with a right men.
So here I was, outside my grandparents' house, in front of Dean, with at least seven guys behind my back.
Finn was one of them, mind you.
Plus Dean wasn't looking very happy.
I started to explain myself, "Dean, hi. I'm sorry, have you been waiting long? I didn't have a watch and we were in the pool house. These are some friends. They go to Yale with me and they know my grandparents. The party was so boring so we…"
I knew I was rumbling but couldn't stop myself. Dean wasn't looking pleased.
Honestly, he looked angry. I tired to change my tactic, "Is that a new shirt? Because I like it."
New tactic didn't work either.
Why I was thinking that, you may ask.
Because, after like two minutes, the only thing I was aware of was my boyfriend's, or rather ex-boyfriend's, back turned away from me. He got into a car and drove away from me.
Only a moment after he had broken up with me!
In front of bunch of strangers.
Without a real reason.
I could not stop the tears that were forming in my eyes.
What the hell happened a moment ago?
In the back of my mind I registered Finn's voice telling guys to go back to the pool house, then Logan's saying something about some serious bucking up to do.
I was frozen. I refused to break down. Here. In front of other people.
Keep it cool Rory.
It was only some big misunderstanding.
Dean had been upset, but he would be back in a second.
Would he…?
He'd broken up with me. Just a second ago. Again. For the third time.
My mind was trying to process it but it was too much to handle.
I couldn't keep a sob much longer inside me.
Suddenly I felt an arm around me.
"It's going to be okay," I heard Finn whispering softly in my ear.
I was not so sure about it.
"No, it won't."
Then I felt his arm tighten around me and he kissed my temple, "Yes it will. Come on love, it's cold," he urged me a little towards the house, "You will freeze. We will go into the pool house and have some cheer up time. Colin has probably swiped some Scotch and if you want I could reenact the Passion of the Christ. That would be bad, I can assure you," his voice was soft and comforting.
I could not think clearly at that moment but somehow I knew that I should follow Finn. He was right, it would be okay… someday. I also felt save with him there.
I turned to him and he smiled warmly at me.
"I will be good, love. I promise."
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AN: Thanks everyone for the hints about my mistakes. Hope I've corrected everything.
That's lead me to my little announcement or rather a plea – I am looking for a beta for this story. So if you are interested just tell my. I would really appreciate some help. I have some other stories in mind also (lots of with Finn in head role;), so I would like some help with them too.
Back to the story. Hope you like it! Next chapter should be soon, seeing that I had a week off from school (but two big assignments to do!).
Next time – part two of the party night.
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