Title: The Fear of Rejection

Author: Michaelover101

Rating: M

Summary: When Rory's marriage fails theres only one person whos there to lift her back up. PDLD.

Disclaimer: Sadly... not mine. Damn!

Notes: Okay, this is my first PDLD. I just had a gut feeling that this would be a better pairing than Tristan or Logan. I'm still a fan of both, but I've always wanted to write about Finn and Rory and this one felt like it would fit. Also I'm telling you all now that Rory is very timid and very naive at this point of the story. So please deal with me here. It's all part of the story. Hope you like it!

Part 1: Damn Eyes

"I," Stephanie Merdock announced as she walked into the apartment of her childhood friends, "want to go shopping!" She plopped herself down on the couch next to Colin Bradshaw who was reading the paper and Finn Rothschild who was watching cartoons. Logan Huntzberger came out of the kitchen with a coffee mug and sat down at the chair next to them.

"Then go." Colin said changing the page.

"I don't want to go alone." She whined. Colin rolled his eyes while Finn and Logan smirked.

"In other words, her credit cards are M-A-X-E-D, " Finn spelled out in a whisper to Logan who laughed.

"And she wants us to P-A-Y." Colin finished.

"More like they got cancelled by D-A-D-D-Y." She said leaning back and propping her feet on the glass coffee table in front of her. "I swear the one time he takes interest in my pretty little self is when I'm spending too much of his precious money. He doesn't even glance at Lola's bill." She said referring to her twenty-something stepmother.

"So, then use cash." Logan said.

"No fun." She argued.

"Oh, well then." Colin replied with a roll of his eyes. He changed the page again. Stephanie sighed.

"We've got plans, Steph." Logan said.

"What, going to the pub? Come on. What's better, getting drunk off your asses and coming home with an unknown blonde or shopping with your best friend? Come on, I'll buy you three lunch."

"Sorry, love, the unknown blonde sounds better. Though I wouldn't object to a redhead." Finn said kissing her cheek. "Nothing is going to change our plans." Stephanie smirked.

"Really?" She asked. "Nothing, huh?" She turned to Colin who was still reading the paper. Logan and Finn's eyes widened. Crap.

Stephanie shifted on the couch and placed her hand on Colin's leg. Ever since Colin had drunkenly admitted he had feelings for her she had exploited them ever since knowing very well that by pushing the right buttons Colin would give in.

Colin looked down quickly at her hand as it inched its way upwards. He gulped and turned back to the News. Two kids whacked an old guy with a skateboard. Tragic. (A.N. Do Not Laugh! That did happen here!). The twelve and thirteen year old stole his car and his hand... wait, no, not hand, his cash Shit.

"Colin, wouldn't you like to go shopping with me?" Logan and Finn shook their heads frantically. Knowing Steph, she'd drag them from shop to shop and make them hold her purse and bags. And if Colin went, that meant Finn and Logan went. Damn Friend Rulebook. Never leave a man behind (Especially when shopping with a woman). Page 55, paragraph C, line 10.

Her hand was on his thigh now, her thumb making small circles on the inside. He looked into her green eyes that were as clear as a pop bottle. They hypnotized him and he slowly nodded. Then trance was broken when she leaped to her feet removing her hand and he heard Logan and Finn groan.

"I'll give you three," she looked at her watch, "half an hour to get ready. We are going to have so much fun!" She said clapping her hands together happily and walking towards the kitchen for a water. The guys stood up and went to their room down the hall to get ready for a day of pure hell. Logan shoved Colin against the wall.

"What the hell was that for!" Colin asked rubbing his head which had made contact upon being shoved.

"You are whipped." Logan said. Colin glared.

"I can't be whipped when we aren't in a relationship! And you saw where her hand was!"

"You caved. You could've just removed her hand and not make eye contact." Logan said going into his room. Colin sighed.

"Right," he muttered to himself, "eye contact. Always forget about that one. I'll remember that next time." Finn sighed and patted his back.

"That's what you said last time too, mate." Colin frowned then remembered that Stephanie had wanted to go out to eat at some French place instead of the pub. He had caved.

"Damn eyes." He muttered going into his room. Finn laughed and went to his own room.


Rory was bored. That much was very obvious. She was sitting behind the white counter putting the finishing touches to her Psychology paper. No one had come in in the past hour. The fact that the only people that lived around here were college kids that were also working their way through college or the regulars that came in once a month and got their usual orders. Lilly's was a very expensive boutique that only had the latest in fashion. She had been very lucky to get a job. Thankfully her grandmother's friend owned the shop and with a few good words she had gotten the job.

The boutique was all white. White walls, white marble floors, white counters. The clothes that were on display were all different colors. Then in the back were the private dressing rooms where the costumers were able get their private preview of the latest clothes. From where she sat she could look out the window and see the people pass by or envy the people across the street with their scones and coffee.

Six months and she loved it. She had met so many people in this job that she rarely had time to sit. But on the rare occasions that there was a lull in customers she would finish things for her classes. Most of the time she would wished for these kinds of lulls, but today she wished for contact. It was weird how that worked.

The bell over the door rang. Rory looked up and saw a blonde run in.

"You're late." Rory announced. Julie glared at her as she stopped at the counter.

"You don't want to hear why."

"You're crazy, of course I do." Julie laughed.

"Okay, well, I was running from my Bio class. And Franklin, the conniving bitch, told me to stay after class and so I did out of politeness of course."

"Of course." Rory agreed smiling. Julie was one of the girls she got along best with. The craziest things happened to her, always making Rory laugh and reminding her of home.

"So the bitch tells me that I didn't pass my last test and that since I'm at Yale on a scholarship that I have to pass the next test or drop the class. So I run out in order to get my usual caffeine fix when this bastard just runs into me."

"You sure you didn't run into him?" Rory asked with a teasing voice.

"No, he ran into me. It's like the deer and your car." Rory smiled. Julie and her mother were the only ones that believed her when she said the deer ran into her. "Anyway. We got to talking and we're going out on Friday." Rory rolled her eyes. "Then I ran here. Told you you wouldn't want to hear it."

"What's his name?"


"Sounds nice."

"He seems nice. Not really in the I-love-him-marry-me kind of way, but one night won't be too bad."

"Right." Julie smiled, then looked at Rory. She seemed tired.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Fine, why?"

"Not sure. Look tired."

"Haven't been sleeping well is all."

"Are you guys okay?"

"Of course we are. Why would you think otherwise?"

"I don't know. Things with you guys seemed strained these past few months and after the wedding." Jules shrugged

"Well, with us living in two completely different towns and me only going down there on weekends it's tough."

"Four years of dating. Three years of engagement. A month of marriage. And no sex."

"And he accepts it." Rory said with a laugh. "We're fine. Now go get dressed, I see some people eyeing the store." Julie nodded and ran towards the back just as a group of three guys and a girl walked in.

"I swear, last store and we're done." The blonde girl said with a smile. Rory had to smile, these guys were nowhere near done following her around.

"Come on, Steph. We're hungry and tired and pub is right there calling our names and if I have to hear 'does this make me look fat' one more time I'm going to take Finn and throw him out a window," a brown haired guy said. Rory looked down at her laptop with a smile

"Promise me that when you do, you'll take him to the emergency room. Don't just leave him there." She started going through the clothes and sighed.

"You guys wouldn't have a private room, would you?" Rory looked up and nodded.

"Yes, we do." She said with a smile. "Follow me." She stood up and brushed the imaginary dust of her black pants and walked towards the back, her black high-heeled boots making clicking sounds on the floor. She turned back and saw that the girl was the only one following, the guys hung back. She saw a woman about to come in. "I suggest you three come with me as well. One of our regulars is coming in and I have it on good authority that she's a pincher." The guys looked at each other and started towards her. She directed them to a room and followed behind.


"Coming, coming." Julie said hopping out of one of the rooms, one foot in the air while she strapped on her heel. She was wearing the same as Rory. Black flowing pants, white shirt that had 3/4 sleeves and buttoned down, the top three buttons undone showing a bit of their cleavage and a black sleeveless sweater vest. The only difference was their shoes, Rory in spiky heeled leather boots and Julie in strappy heels. And their hair, Rory's swept up in an elegant twist and Julie's loose and curly.

"Mrs. Richards." Julie groaned.

"Come on. It's your turn to deal with her." Rory said as she walked backwards to the room.

"You have got to be kidding. My cheek was red for a month when I dealt with her last." She opened the door and Julie groaned and started walking towards the door.

"I hate you!" She called over her shoulder.

"Love you too, Jules!" Rory tossed back. She smiled at the group. "You guys thirsty? I can get you guys something to drink."

"Water." One of them said. They all nodded in agreement. Rory nodded.

"Okay. I'm Rory by the way."

"Stephanie." The girl said. "And my friends. Logan," she pointed to the blonde with brown eyes. Rory smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Colin." Brown hair, brown eyes. "And Finn." Tousled brown hair and hazel eyes. He winked at her and Rory smiled. They all wore jeans except for Colin who was in khakis and a polo shirt.

"Nice to meet you. Now what kind of clothes were you thinking?"

"Whatever is in season. And very expensive." A collective groan was heard from the three guys. Rory assumed that they were the ones paying for this shopping spree.

"I'll see what I can do. Sit tight, be right back." Rory walked out again just as Julie walked in and they started towards the back.

"I really hate you." Julie said as she grabbed the order bags and walked out. Rory smiled and grabbed four waters and she grabbed the rack of clothing and wheeled it out to the room. She went back to the dressing room. It was a large room with a couch in the corner and two tables at either end and a window next to it. There was a curtain falling on one whole wall and a mirror next to the window. There were pieces of art hanging on two of the walls. The carpet was a plush red, the couch matched. The walls were an off-white and the tables were black with a glass cover. She pushed in the clothes and put them against the wall.

"Pick what you want. Try on whatever and if you don't find your size I'll get Julie to find it for you." Stephanie nodded and started going through the clothes. Rory handed the bottles of water to the guys and sat on the arm of the couch.

"So when did you get married?" Stephanie asked looking through the clothes. Rory frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"Your ring? It's beautiful." Rory looked down at her ring. It was a simple gold band with a small diamond in the center. Simple and uncomplicated. Like Dean.

"A month ago." Rory responded.

"You seem too young to be married." Stephanie said.

"How old are you, love?" She turned to the one named Finn and smiled. She traced an Australian accent on him. Accents always got the best of her mother and her. It's what started their Bridget Jones obsession. Or more importantly, their love for Hugh Grant. Her mother always said that if Luke had had an accent of some sort it would have made her attraction to him much more noticeable.

"Twenty two."

"Wow, you are young." Colin said. Rory shrugged.

"Let me guess, high school sweet heart?" Stephanie asked. Rory smiled.

"Yeah." There was a knock at the door and Julie walked in holding the phone. "Hey Jules."

"Hey. For you."

"If it's my mom, tell her I'll call her later."

"It's not your mom. It's Dean." Rory frowned.

"Excuse me." Rory grabbed the phone and walked out of the room. They could hear the snippets of conversations. "Hello?"



"Are you coming home tonight?" Rory sighed.


"Rory, do you even remember that we're married?"

"Of course I do! The fact that you remind me about it every single day when you call is sort of a clue in."

"Rory, we haven't even..."

"Is that why we got married, Dean? So that you could get laid? I could have sworn it was because you loved me."

"I do."

"Then wait. Dean, you knew that getting married while I was still in school was going to be tough. I told you that I wasn't going to be able to live in Stars Hollow, I can't commute. I told you you could get a job here. You're making it harder on us."

"So the blame is on me?"

"No! You're just being a real ass. You remind me constantly that we haven't slept together and remind me constantly that I'm in New Haven and you're in Stars Hollow. I know this is hard."

"I think we should talk."

"That does not sound good."

"You're coming home on the weekend, right?"


"Then Luke's at twelve."


"I've got to go."

"Dean, wait." But he hung up. Rory hung up the phone and leaned against the wall. "Love you too." She whispered rubbing her eyes with her forefinger and thumb. Why did she have a bad feeling about Dean wanting to talk about her. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and walked back into the room handing Jules the phone.

"So everything's all right?" She whispered.

"Everything's fine. Don't you have Mrs. Richards to attend to?" Jules glared and strode out of the room and closed the door behind her.

"That looks great on you." Rory said as Stephanie came out in a black pant and jacket suit.

He watched her as she helped Steph pick out clothes. Her eyes had been laughing and joyous when they had walked in, but when she had gotten that phone call her jaw clenched and her eyes seemed tired. The thing that was bugging him most was the fact that he had noticed it. He had obviously noticed her. He wasn't blind.

She was a beautiful young lady and had a wonderful figure and legs that went on forever. But it was the eyes that got him. Bright blue eyes that looked like the ocean. Beautiful. Then he realized that that was what got Colin every bloody time. By looking in Stephanie's eyes. He knew that if this unknown girl asked him to do something for her, all he would have to do was look her in the eyes and he'd be a goner.

Damn eyes. They always get the best of guys.


A.N: Okay, that's the first chapter. Remember, this is my first PDLD. I've been wanting to write one for awhile and this seemed right. Let me clear some things up.

Rory and Dean have been married for a month, but have yet to sleep together. Rory is very much a virgin. I just really wanted that innocence for the story. They haven't been able to get alone time. Reasons come out later. So I just wanted you to know that.

Also Rory's clothes for her work uniform are on my blog. Go to my Profile and then to my homepage and you'll see the links.