AN: I know it took too long to update, but school has got me overwhelmed. That along with my sister's surgery pulled me away from my creativeness for a period of time. I'm hoping to get back on track and at least post once a week. I won't make a promise because I don't know if I can keep it.
I'm also going to start adding date to the top of each chapter so y'all can get a sense of the time line.

Chapter one took place on January 22, 2005; Chapter two was clearly stated with in the chapter But to clarify, it was April 20, 2005. Chapter three was May 20, 2005 and Both chapters 4 and 5 are May 21,2005.

May 21st 2005 (Saturday Afternoon)

When Rory woke up she panicked at first, not recognizing her surroundings. After a couple of moments she calmed down remembering where she was. She had stayed at Finn and Logan's last night.

Finn had allowed her to sleep in his bed so that she wouldn't be seen by Logan. It wasn't that she was avoiding Logan, but she knew it would start a huge fight if he found out that she had come back to the apartment with Finn.

As she sat up she was amazed to find that her body felt well rested. She had not had a decent night's sleep in a long time.

She looked around the room, her gaze falling on the now empty, oversized chair where Finn had slept last night. She tried to convince him to let her sleep on the chair so he could sleep in his own bed, but he stubbornly insisted that she take the bed.

Hearing the shower through the door on the other side of the room she assumed it was where Finn had disappeared to. She decided to take this time to examine her surroundings. She crawled off the bed and started at the wall farthest from the bathroom door.

Finn's room was large, but very cozy. There were dozens of pictures covering the walls, family and friends she guessed. A large bookshelf stood in the corner so over-stacked with books it looked like it was ready to topple. Through the agonizing weight in her chest she felt a warm flutter.

Through everything it still made her happy to see mass amounts of books and that someone got joy from reading them. She hadn't read a book since before the accident, but she still took care of her paper friends.

She continued to make her way around the room, admiring the touches of Australia that were hidden among his belongings. Across from the bed was his dresser. On it various items were scattered; a very expensive looking watch, men's cologne, what looked like Australian currency, and a framed photo of a very pretty girl and Finn.

Rory picked the framed picture up and studied it. Finn looked younger, maybe 16 or 17; the girl he was hugging looked to be the same age. She had long, dark, brown hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. In the picture Finn looked genuinely happy. While she hadn't been very close to Finn over the years, she had notice that if he wasn't drunk, he wasn't smiling.

Rory got so caught up looking at the photograph that she hadn't realized the shower had turned off and she was no longer the only occupant in the room.

"Her name is Madison." Finn's voice sounded behind her suddenly, making her jump. She turned around to find a face him, immediately wishing she hadn't.

Finn was wearing nothing but a halfheartedly, wrap towel around his waist. She dropped her gaze back to the picture; her face grew warm from a blush she was sure he would notice. He made his way around her, pulled open one of the dresser drawers, and grabbed what looked like a pair of sweatpants.

"Don't turn around," he warned as she heard the sound of the towel dropping to the floor.

She trained her eyes on the picture in her hands, trying hard not to picture the scene going on behind her. "Who was she?" Her voice came out uneven.

He made his way back in front of her. "You can look up now." He was now wearing the pair of sweatpants he had grabbed and a plain black t-shirt. "She was my twin sister," his voice was filled with what sounded like joy and sadness.

"I didn't know you had a twin," Rory felt stupid the second the words left her mouth. Of course she didn't know he had a twin; she never took the time to get to know Finn. All she knew was the drunken stories she had heard from the members of the LDB, and the times she had actually witnessed his drunken shenanigans.

As if he could read her mind, he replied, "Don't worry, not many people outside my family knew." He made his way back to the over-sized arm chair and sat.

Rory followed his lead and sat on the bed across from him. "How come?" She regretted her stupidity again; he obviously would have told her if it was any of her business. "I'm sorry Finn. I of all people should know not to pry."

"No need to be sorry, luv," his voice was soft. "Curiosity is a basic human trait." He moved to sit beside her on the bed. "Madison was my sister, my best friend, my everything."

It didn't escape Rory's attention that he was talking about her in the past tense, but she chose not to say anything. "Like my mom was to me," she said instead.

He nodded. "This picture," he gestured to the fame in her hands, "was taken on our seventeenth birthday. We were in our senior year and had both planned on attending Yale when we graduated. Of course the only reason I was even going to college was because she demanded it. The only reason I ever did anything other than laze around was because she demanded it. She was my queen and I wanted nothing but to see her happy." A sort of sorrow-filled longing passed over his face.

Rory opened her mouth to ask a question but closed it immediately. She wasn't about to push him like everyone had pushed her by drudging up hurtful memories.

Again, as it he could read her thoughts he spoke her minds words, "It's okay. You can ask what happened to her." He let out a long breath. "She died. Not too long after that picture was taken actually. "

Rory looked back at the picture. She was so young. Seventeen years was a short life. She felt the pain of her own loss along with Finn's overwhelm her as tears threatened to spill; she took deep breaths to calm her nerves. She felt Finn's arms wrap around her and pull her to his chest. She relinquished her control and let the tears flow.

She had always felt good after a good cry, but she had usually locked herself away from others during these moments. She didn't like how visibly uncomfortable Logan looked when she cried, like he had never seen a person cry before. She didn't like to cry around her grandparents because it usually caused them to be quite upset. No, she had decided that is was best if she cried alone.

But Finn seemed different. Instead of recoiling or becoming upset too, he just held her. He didn't try to calm her down but saying 'it'll be okay', or 'you will make it through this'; he just held her quietly.

When she calmed down enough she spoke again, "I'm so sorry Finn."

He pulled her away from his chest and cupped her cheek with his hand. "You have nothing to be sorry for, luv. We are all being trampled by this thing called life. I shouldn't have said anything. I know that everything with your mom is far too fresh in your head." His thumb softly whipped away the tears that covered her face. "Why don't I take you to get some lunch and then I'll take you home?"

Rory's first instinct was to deny, but her stomach had grumbled at the word lunch which changed her answer to a nod of agreement.

Finn smiled, "Good. Let me go make sure Logan is not hovering outside and then we'll head out."