Summary: When Rory starts her second year of college she falls into the arms of not the blonde playboy….but a slightly eccentric Aussie.

Rating: T just to be safe

Pairings: PDLD!!!!! Finn and Rory forever!

A/N: My fastest update ever! YAY. I have been waiting forever to write this chapter and it might be my favorite. Maybe… I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Don't hate me at the end. Enjoy! Maybe I'll update again by this weekend if you review………

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any characters. I don't own "Watching Airplanes" That is sung by Gary Allen. I don't know if he owns it. All I know is that I don't.

FPOV

I look at the door. Just look, remembering with every painful second who just walked out of that door, and out of my life. I look at the door willing it to open and reveal Rory telling me that it was a joke. But she won't, this I know. I know by that look in her eyes. The eyes that just last night stared at this same door, willing me to come home, to say that missing dinner was a joke. But I didn't, and neither will she.

For a long time I stare, hoping that telepathically she will hear my pleas. The could-haves and should-haves run through my mind all night. I sit unmoving until light comes through my windows and I realize she isn't coming back. She's gone; pain like no other pulls at my heart making my blood rush in a sudden panic like a runway train. Train! That word triggers my memory and suddenly time speeds up.

Rory is leaving for Chicago today. She is going a million miles away and I'm not going with her. A weird feeling explodes in my chest, it feels foreign but I kind of like it. It feels like determination, I guess it is. I know that I'm not letting Rory get away on that plane. I can't, I refuse. Grabbing the things I need I run out the door and rush over to her Dorm. I knock. No Answer. I knock again. The door opens.

"Morgan," says Paris with a curtly head nod.

"Paris, I need to see Rory," I tell the blonde, short of breath from my haste of getting here.

"She isn't here,"

"Did she already leave for the airport?" dread settles in the pit of my stomach.

Paris looks me over apprehensively, "She told me to not tell any Australians where she went," I sigh and turn to leave, "But I like you, so I'll tell you. She did go to the airport; she changed her ticket to an earlier time. It leaves at 8:30. You have 45 minutes to get her,"

"Ah Paris I could kiss ya!" So I do I give her a kiss on the cheek and she slams the door in my face. Ah well…

Shaking the face of Rory's angry roommate out of my head I sprint to Logan's room and ask if I can borrow his truck. His answer doesn't matter, because when he answers yes I am already out the door with his keys.

I drive with speed and my head is focused on my destination despite the hangover from last night. When I arrive at the Airport I run to the security gate but they won't let me in without a boarding pass. I argue with them for a long time.

"Look, I have to get in; I need to see my girlfriend!" I refuse to put the ex in front of girlfriend.

"Sorry sir, no entrance without a boarding pass," Says the frustrated guard.

"Do I look like a terrorist?" But with my messed up hair, dishelved look in my eyes, I know that I do kind of look like I could be dangerous. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and fore finger, "Your not going to let me in are you?"

I check my watch and want to cry as the larger hand moves threateningly close to the six. Admitting defeat, I walk to the car and pull around to the parking lot behind the runway.

Sittin' Out here on the hood of this truck looking up
at a caramel colored sunset sky
checkin' my watch doin' the math in my head
counting back words to when you said goodbye
well those runway lights are gettin brighter

I get out and sit on the hood of Logan's truck and watch the planes prepare for take off. I check my watch and 8:30 is a mere two minutes away. It has been seven and a half hours since you walked out of that door. I watch and wait as the time draws nearer.

I'm just sittin' out here watching airplanes
take off and fly
tryin to figure out which one you might be on
and why you don't love me anymore
right now I'm sittin' out here watching airplanes

Planes are airborne all around me and I am trying to figure out which one Rory is on, sitting in the plane hating me. I can understand why she would hate me but why can't she love me anymore?

I would've lied could've cried should've tried harder
d
one anything to make you stay
I wonder what you'd do if you looked out your window
saw me runnin down the runway just like I was crazy
that fence is too high so am I

I listen to my heart break as the minute hand reaches its destination. She is really gone. I know that I've wasted my chance by the time she comes back it will all be over. I would have lied to my friends, told them that I didn't want to go out with them if she would have stayed. I could have cried when she left my apartment, but I did nothing just watched her go. I should have tried harder; I should have done anything to make her stay. I should have begged and pleaded but I didn't. I wonder for a fleeting moment what she would do if I hopped this fence and ran down the runway to her plane. She would look out her window and think I'm crazy. No, don't give yourself hope, That fence is too high, and I'm in no state of mind to be jumping over anything.

so I'm just sittin' out here watching airplanes
take off and fly
tryin to figure out which one you might be on
and why you
don't love me anymore


by now I
know you're thirty thousand feet above me
but a million miles away, a million miles away
by now I know I ought to act like you don't love me

Shaking the crazy ideas from my head I look up in the sky searching for her plane knowing that somewhere up there my ex-girlfriend is thinking of things other than me. She is probably at least thirty thousand feet above me going a million miles away. I should be over it by now, but I can't. Rory is special and I treated her like a common conquest. She can't not love me. I mean, I know that she still loves me, I have to believe that. But somewhere deep down inside knows that I should just act like she doesn't love me, because it's the truth.

But I'm just sittin' out here watching airplanes
take off and fly
I'm just sittin' out here watching airplanes
take off and fly
tryin to figure out which one you might be on
and why you don't love me anymore

Yeah I'm just sittin' out here watching airplanes
go by, by, by

But I can't leave, I can't loose her. If leave I loose her for good. So I just keep watching airplanes liftoff the ground and fly away.

I'm just sittin' out here watching airplanes
baby bye, bye, bye

But I muster up what's left of me, and get off the hood of this truck. One last time, I promise myself, only once more will I look up at the sky. So I do, I look up for the last time.

"Bye Rory," I don't realize I say that aloud until a voice speaks from behind me.

"Who are you talking to?" I know that voice.

I turn not believing, "Love?"

A/N: OHHH Cliffhanger. Sorry guys. I'll try to update by the weekend. Reviews encourage me. I smiled when I saw all the reviews. You know what they say, "Happy cows come from California, and happy writers come from good reviews"* and I say "Happy writers update faster."

*they actually don't say the second part :)