Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
PDLD
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!
Rating: PG
A/N: Lol now this is really starting to freak me out… it was only a few days wait in-between updates… I honestly don't know where I found the time…
Anyway CHAPTER 3 IS UP! (YAY!)… And we're STILL looking for a PLOT hahaha… I know, I know, this story seems to have absolutely no point… but I promise its coming. Just hold on a little bit longer, and until then enjoy the banter…
Chapter 3: Did You Ever Know That You're My Hero?
Rory sat at her desk (in her small but cozy office at the Times) staring blankly at her computer screen. She had been reading the same paragraph over for the last 10 minutes but she really hadn't noticed. She was thinking about the events of the previous day and how much she had enjoyed spending time with Finn. She hadn't felt that happy in a long time. She was still thinking about him when the phone rang just moments later.
RING!
"Rory Gilmore" she replied automatically.
"Help me," said the Australian accented voice on the other end of the line. Rory actually took the phone away from here, gave it a quizzical look and then replaced it under her ear to hear more.
"Finn?"
"How many other devilishly handsome Australians do you know, My Dear?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she mused. "Why, pray tell, do you need help? I thought the whole 'rescue me, Obi Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope' line had been played out yesterday?"
"See that was only Episode I, Love. THIS would be Episode II."
"Ah, NOW it all makes sense," she replied sarcastically. "Seriously now… what do you need me to save you from today?"
"Reporters… LOTS of them."
"Reporters?"
"Reporters."
"Ok… I'm definitely missing some critical information here. Where exactly are you?"
"A press junket for the movie at the Plaza."
"I thought the whole point of a press junket WAS to get reporters interested."
"Well, yes. Technically it is. But do you know how annoying reporters can be? I mean they ask the same questions over and over and over again!"
"HEY! Watch who you're talking to, Mister!"
"Sorry, Sweetheart, no offence."
"Some taken," she replied with a pout. "And what exactly would you have me do about these evil reporters?"
"Rescue me?" He said with a laugh.
"Oh yea in between getting a manicure and going to the drugstore, I'm sure I can pencil in saving you from Nazi Reports."
"You don't really strike me as the 'manicure type', my dear."
"Honestly what do you want me to do? I don't think there's a chapter on rescuing over exposed actors from the press in the latest Worst Case Scenario Handbook."
"No, no, nooo, Love, all you have to do is provide the getaway car… or cab… and take me out to lunch, and then maybe accidentally-on-purpose forget to take me back?"
"'Accidentally-on-purpose'?"
"Please? Pretty please? Pretty, pretty, pretty please? I'll buy you a cookie if you do."
"Ooo a cookie? Who could say no to that?" She said sarcastically. Just as she was saying this Frank the mail room guy walked past her desk, giving her a questioning glance as he stopped right next to her pretending to look through his mail cart for something. Rory just rolled her eyes and turned back to her conversation. "You know, Finn, on second thought how does 1 sound?"
"Awww, I have to wait THAT long?"
"I'm sure you can duke it out with those heathens for a few more hours," She replied with a smile.
"If I must… So see at the front entrance around 1?"
"I'll be the one in the get away car."
"Ooo can I be the sexy, Australian guy?"
"I think that was a role you were born to play, Darling."
"Oh no…" Finn whispered dramatically as he spotted his agent down the hall. "They've found me! I must go before they trace this call and come for you too! Remember front entrance, 1pm"
"It's a date." She replied just before the click at the other end of the line signifying Finn had hung up.
"Have a date do we now, Lorelai?"
"Yes, Frank, not that's its any of your business but I do have a date."
"Well it's only a lunch date. That really doesn't even count. If I were the lucky guy I would have at least asked you out to dinner."
"What are you sill doing here… don't you have something better to do with your time?" She replied (he was soooo annoying!)
"Nope," He replied with a smarmy smile.
"Well, unlike some people I actually have work to do. So if you wouldn't mind…"
"Fine, fine, I'll go. But you know I'll just come back later. It's this odd thing about you, Lorelai; I'm just so naturally drawn to you. I can't seem to keep myself away." He replied, once again trying to charm her into submission.
"You're repulsive, Frank," she replied with fake cheer.
"You love me anyway, Lor."
"Get out! And for the millionth time it's Rory. Rooo-ry, two syllables, it really shouldn't be that hard to remember." She shouted as he walked out of her office with a backhanded wave.
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Finn walked down the hall with a spring in his step. He was so happy to get a way from these "Hollywood" type people, not to mention another chance to spend time with one, Rory Gilmore. He smiled softly to himself as he rounded a corner… running smack dab into his agent.
"FINN! GOD! Where have you been!" He said as he recovered and fell into step next to him.
"Just had to make a call, Stan, don't have a heart attack"
"Finn, these people have come here to see YOU… they have been waiting all day to see YOUR smiling face, NOT MINE! They are going to crucify me if I have to go in there one more time to tell them you'll be 'just a moment'."
"We'll I'm here now, Stan. And I am sure they will be just as happy to take their photographs and have their interviews now as they would have been 20 minutes ago." He
Replied, "Oh, and I have a lunch date at 1." He added right as he opened the large ballroom doors to where the press was waiting. Stan probably could have killed Finn at that moment. A lunch date? A LUNCH DATE? Who the hell does he have a lunch date with! WHY IS HE TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE! He screamed in his head as he put on his best fake smile for the reporters taking photographs.
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Rory got out of the cab at precisely 1:02 pm, and was slightly surprised to find Finn rushing towards her, sweeping her back into the vehicle.
"You're late!" He accused when they were finally both seated.
"By like two minutes!"
"But nonetheless LATE!"
"I'm so sorry, but you see mid-day traffic does tend to have that effect on travel times." She was right about the traffic too. It had been murder just trying to get to the Plaza, let alone get there perfectly on time. "It obviously couldn't have been that bad… I mean, you're still standing aren't you?"
"Yes, but just barely," Finn replied in his ever present dramatic tone. "There must have been at least a thousand of them I had to fight off just to get to the hallway… not to mention I had to sneak past Stan…"
"Stan?"
"Stan, Stan, the Management Man. He's my agent."
"Also known as the man who's going to want to kill me when he finds out I've helped his star actor escape the junket?"
"Yep, that's the guy," Finn said with a smile.
"Greaaaat, " Rory replied.
"Well in he probably won't kill you, but then again you never do know with Stan."
"Could we possibly change the topic to something other than my upcoming untimely death?"
"Whatever you say, Hero."
"Ha! I am hardly you're 'hero'… all I did was provide the taxi…"
"Rory, Did you ever know that you're my hero?" Finn started to sing dramatically (and also loudly and off key).
"Oh please don't..."
"You're everything I wish I could be…"
"Why doesn't is surprise me that you know this song?"
"I could fly higher than an eagle…"
"If Bette Midler were dead she'd be doing summersaults in her grave right about now…"
"Cause you are the wind beneath my wings…"
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TBC
A/N: So that was it … hope you liked it… as always this story is totally and completely dedicated to Problem Child1, my wonderful beat (who deserves to have a superhero's cape or something because of all the help she gives me)… remember: Reviews equals Updates… so please Review, Review, Review… honestly it the only thing that keeps me updating at a semi normal pace… ; - )