Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
PDLD
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!
Rating: PG
A/N: Lol I actually updated within a week… I'm sooo proud of myself
This chapter is (in soooo many ways) dedicated to Problem Child1… she is soo much more than a beta and there is no possible way that a simple shout out in an A/N could be enough to repay her… but it's a start… lol
PLEASE R and R… the more reviews I get the more pressure I'm under to get the next chapter out… and I work better under pressure… with that said… enjoy…
CHAPTER 2: Brain-Washing Art Majors
It was merely half an hour later that Rory looked around and realized she did not know where she was. Not wanting to relay this information to Finn, she pretended like she knew where she was going and turned a corner. One thing she forgot about Finn, however, was that he was annoying perceptive.
"You're the native. Shouldn't you know where you're going?" Finn asked as he and Rory wandered down the streets of New York.
They had decided to walk on Finn's insistence. He said he wanted to get the "True New York Experience" with a "True New Yorker". Even though Rory had protested saying that she had only lived in New York for a couple of months, Finn had countered saying she drank enough coffee to be considered a True New Yorker, and that's how they had ended up walking.
"I thought we'd been through this? Though I may live in New York, I usually put my trust in those wonderful people they call cab drivers, who actually know where they're going… well most of the time anyway," She said with an exasperated sigh (she really hated walking) as she looked up at yet another street sign she didn't recognize. "Which means," she continued. "That I have no directional skills whatsoever."
"Is that supposed to surprise me, Love?" He said with an annoyingly cute smirk.
"HEY! YOU were the one who wanted to hang out with me today. All I had planed was a nice relaxing day of doing nothing."
"Well if you feel that way about it I guess I could just leave you here and find my own way back to my hotel." He replied with a chuckle as he walked quickly ahead. She stopped and looked around a moment, realizing that she still had no idea where she was.
"You know," She said catching up to him again. "Maybe hanging around with you wouldn't be THAT bad."
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After another 15 minutes of wandering the streets Rory finally talked Finn into getting a cab (even thought it "completely ruined the New York Experience"). When they finally exited the car they had arrived at their destination – the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
"We drove around in a cab to come HERE!" Finn asked as they made their way up the huge staircase.
"Come on! It will be fun… a lot better than wandering the streets. What's more New York than the Met?"
"Madison Square Garden, Central Park, Time Square…" Finn listed as he counted off on his fingers. He stopped abruptly however when he saw the death stare that Rory was shooting in his direction.
"What? I don't happen to be a fan of boring museums."
"Finn, noting with you is ever boring. I am SURE we can find some way to amuse you while I take in the art—"
"SEE! That's exactly why I don't like art museums! People always pretend to know what they're talking about as they look at the piece and say 'oh yes, these squiggly lines here balance out those zigzag ones there'… all complete BOLLOCKS in my opinion. People only come to places like this to make other people think their smart."
"Believe me, Finn; no one will mistake you for being 'smart' just because you were seen walking into the Met." She said as she walked ahead of him, through the doors and into the building.
"Damn right they won't," He replied more to himself as he also entered the building. "Wait a second… HEY!" He cried as he finally picked up on the true meaning of her last comment – a response to which Rory only chuckled.
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Just 10 minutes later Finn was already starting to get antsy. Its like dealing with a 2 year old, Rory realized as they walked into the modern art gallery.
"So are you done 'taking in the art' yet?" Finn asked in his most childish voice.
"Finn, we've seen ONE GALLARY!"
"Exactly! If we go for two we are liable to get sucked in!"
"'Sucked in'? It's not as if they are going to brain wash us."
"And how do we know that's not EXACTLY what they're really trying to do?"
"What ever happened to In Omnia Paratus?"
"In Omnia Paratus does not include brain-washing art majors."
"You are incorrigible."
"And proud of it, my dear," he replied as they continued on. They came to a huge ball of string hanging from the ceiling which closely resembled a ball of black lint… or at least to Finn it did.
"And this is supposed to be art?" He asked giving her a sidelong glance.
"Hmmm… maybe you were right about those brainwashing art majors…"
"So you admit…" he said with a smirk. "I was right!"
"You really are impossible, you know that don't you?"
"So you keep telling me…" He said as they walked through to the next gallery.
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"FREEDOM!" Finn exclaimed as they finally exited the building. It had taken Rory a record breaking 45 minutes to get through 6 gallery rooms, which was really all Finn could handle before he hit full psychotic breakdown.
"Don't you think you're being a little bit melodramatic?"
"Sorry, Pet, side effect of the job." He said with a boyish grin, as he linked his arm with hers as they walked on.
The pair continued to walk down a side street that was right next to central park. It was a sunny day and the light glistened through the overhanging trees. Rory smiled to herself and started to laugh at the absurdity her day had become.
"What's so funny?" Finn asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Nothing, It's just… this is defiantly NOT how I had expected this day to go."
"Yes, I must agree. I really wasn't expecting to run, literally, into you today."
"You know what?" She asked with another of her trademark impish smiles.
"What?" He asked.
"I'm glad it worked out this way." She replied as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Me too, love. Me too."
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TBC
A/N: So that was it … hope you liked it… remember: Reviews equals Updates ; )