Title: Fifteen Things About Rory
Summery: After an interesting conversation at the pub, Finn finds out he knows more about Rory than he realized. PDLD one-shot.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, though the conversations and ideas of this story are property of Krisy, Anna, Flynn and myself. No stealing our ideas for the sex plaque!
Part 1/3: The Bet
Sitting in the Boston pub, he swirled his glass of vodka and reevaluated his life. He was 26, owned and managed 6 hotels, 4 television stations and 2 radio stations just in New York, making him not only wealthy with the Morgan money he'd received when he had taken over from his father two years ago, but independently wealthy as well.
He shared a house on Beacon Hill with his beautiful 24-year-old female best friend and he was single.
And yet for being smart enough to make his family proud and make a name for himself, he'd done it again. Rory had warned him about it too. Putting girls he'd just met on pedestals, sleeping with them, then having the image shatter in front of him in the morning when they showed him their true colors.
He sighed. Maybe he should just stop dating altogether? Or maybe he should just stop dating girls in general... maybe he was gay. Taking a deep drink of the vodka in front of him, seriously doubting the notion and his sanity, he got even more depressed at the thought that he was through half the bottle, yet he didn't feel the slightest buzz. Damn his high alcohol tolerance.
Sighing he refilled his shot glass, decided against it, pushed the glass away and drank straight from the bottle.
"Hey there, gloomie," he heard her soft voice. Looking up, his green eyes met the blue of his roommate as she sat down across from him. He felt his stomach clench as it usually did when she was with him and his heart sped up a few beats, but he ignored the feeling and wiped his damp palms on his jeans as he had gotten used to, just as she began to question him. "Why are you over here sulking? You do know Logan and Colin are at the other side of the bar, right?"
"Uh huh." He hadn't even noticed his other friends come in, he'd sensed the shift in the air when she had come in though. But he had been in the darkest corner of the room and had hoped they hadn't seen him. But just like he had a Rory Hayden sensor, she had a Finn Morgan sensor.
She took the bottle of vodka off the table bringing it up to the light to inspect it and shook her head. "You feeling anything?"
"Nope," he answered shortly as she handed the bottle back to him.
"I know for a fact that you don't like drinking by yourself, so why are you over here?"
Finn shrugged. "Just not in the mood to be with anyone at the moment."
"Another one, huh?" She asked.
He nodded, pouring more alcohol into the glass, yet not drinking. "Another one."
"I keep telling you not to assume things about the girls you sleep with, Finn. They are just going to let you down. What happened this time?"
"Big feet," he muttered, pushing the glass away and starting to drink straight form the bottle.
She rolled here eyes "That's not them letting you down, that's just you being picky."
"Those were giant feet," Finn protested, then sighed admitting the real reason. "And she admitted at the end of it that she was with me for my money... again."
"Again," Rory nodded. "That's, what, a fifth one?"
"Sixth, if you count Becky who I knew was with me just for money... but I slept with her anyway."
"Then there was the girl that slept with you, so you could call your dad and recommend her."
"Which I did," he said.
"Then there was the girl that was with you for the gifts and then the girl.."
"Who are you to judge?" Finn snapped, causing her eyes to widen. "You've got guys chasing you for the same reasons." She had been an average young woman while in college, getting no attention and noticed as a woman a few times when she went out with them. But in her senior year when she had been publicly named heiress of not only the Gilmore family, but the Haydens as well, men had been vying for her attention ever since. She had hated it. She had entered the group a naive virgin and had grown into a well sexually educated virgin.
"But you don't see me opening my legs for every guy, now do you?" She said leaning back against the booth and crossing her arms.
"Ah, that's right, you're a virgin," he said throwing it in her face, knowing that she was proud of her virginity, not ashamed.
"What of it?" She asked, though he smirked when he noticed the blush rising in her cheeks. Even though she had pretty much grown up with him and the guys talking about sex, she still got embarrassed about the subject and still blushed when talking about anything sex-related.
When he met Rory Gilmore seven years earlier during his senior year of high school, he would have never thought that he'd be able to be best friends with a girl and not want more. And he'd been right, he'd been her best friend, but deep down he knew he definitely wanted more. But she'd never given the vibe that she felt anything more for him, so he'd hidden the feelings and been nothing more than her male best friend. She was sweet and innocent, yet kept up with all their sarcastic quips and even dealt with their sex talks. If anything, she'd helped Collin open his eyes about Stephanie and Logan at least calmed down with the girls.
Him she had dubbed unfixable. He didn't do commitment and he repeated his mistakes of sleeping with the wrong girls. Of course, Rory wouldn't know about sleeping with anyone in the years that he'd known her and in the three years they'd shared an apartment. He'd seen her date, yet not one guy made it past groping. And it wasn't for the lack of trying. He heard them bitch and mutter and heard the rumors about the Hayden tease. But knowing Rory, she had no idea about her affect on guys. She was just as clueless to a guy's raging hormones as she was to his very indiscreet flirting with her.
"Love," he smirked, "When you lose your virginity, the entire world will know, and I will make it my duty to award you a plaque."
"A plaque?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning against the table. "What type of plaque?"
He laughed. "A 'Congratulations, you've just had your cherry popped!' plaque."
He had the pleasure of seeing her face turn bright red as her mouth dropped open. "Finn!"
"Hey, it's something to show off to your friends with a picture of said popper framed under it, of course. It's a conversation starter."
She shook her head. "We are not talking about me and my lack of guys, Finn, we are talking about you and your... abundance of girls."
He sighed and wondered if he could get away with lighting up a cigarette in front of her.
"And don't even think of lighting up," she warned him, causing him to sigh. Amazing how she read his mind like that. Instead he took a long drink from his bottle. "You have got to stop looking at girls and instantly believing that they're the one for you, Finn. Because let me tell you, a lot of the girls that vie for your attention are just with you for your money and all the perks it comes with."
"You underestimate my pick in girls," he muttered darkly.
"Okay, what was the name of the girl you just broke up with... or left?"
"Uh..." he concentrated. "Gracie, I believe."
"You believe?" She laughed. "That's point number one. Half the time you don't know the girls' names! I bet you can't remember one thing about this girl's life."
He racked his brain for a few seconds that felt like long hours before something came up. "Not true," he said quickly, holding onto the fact. "She lives with a roommate near Central Park."
"Did she tell you this... or is that where you two slept together?"
"Minor technicality," he muttered putting the bottle to his lips again.
"Something she told you, Finn."
He smirked. "We didn't do much talking... if you get my drift."
"Oh, I got it." She rolled here eyes. "As did the rest of the pub. But you're just proving my point further. See, before I get serious with a guy, I have my own set of rules." She took his abandoned glass and sipped on the vodka.
"If you'd enlighten the class, Miss Hayden."
She smirked and put the glass down. "You really want to know?"
"I really want to know why you're still a virgin, yes."
She shook her head is amusement before nodding and speaking slowly as if thinking it out and analyzing as was her thought process. "I have to know at least two facts about a guy before I date him, five before I kiss him, one of which has to be personal, ten before I let him go further, and fifteen before I decide that it's okay to sleep with him."
"I'm guessing no one's made it to 15."
Rory shrugged. "They have, but the 15 weren't good enough. Not personal or just facts that everyone knew about the person. They have to be personal, in-depth facts, Finn. Not just favorite colors or books or TV shows, who their best friends are. If I was going off that, then I'd have been dubbed the biggest slut of Boston, now wouldn't I?"
"You would have also slept with me, Logan and Colin by now."
She laughed. "Exactly. I have standards, Finn. Which you should start to establish."
"Fuck, Rory, my standards are that I have to know five things about a person before I fuck them: their name, their status, their favorite drink, if their place is nearby and, of course, their favorite sexual position."
She winced. "Then that's why all the girls that you sleep with screw you over, literally and figuratively. I bet that next time you sleep with a girl, you cannot recite to me 15 things about that person."
He scoffed. "I can do it."
"You have to know these things before you sleep with them, Finn, you have to get to know the person, get to know the real them. Maybe this time you'll find a good girl that likes you for more than your money. And you'll see past their hair color, their looks and fake boobs."
"Deal. Now what do I get if I win?"
"A girlfriend," she laughed.
He rolled his eyes. "Besides that, if I decided that I like said girl?"
"Uh... how about... 100 bucks?"
Finn thought about it. To both of them it was a chump change. He was the heir to the Morgan International Hotels and Rory was the heiress to Hayden Law Firm and Gilmore Insurance Group. They were both worth billions, a hundred dollars was nothing. Yet if her rules worked, he would be leaving the bet with a girl that he might even like.
"What about you, you seem to be losing either way."
She shrugged. "I get the satisfaction of knowing that you found a girl that's actually worth sticking around for, and a hundred bucks for books. Trust me, I win."
He nodded his head and stuck out his hand. "You, Miss Gilmore, have got yourself a bet."
She shook his hand. "There's no statue of limitation on this, Finn, you may be celibate for a while."
"I'll do it, love." He didn't bother to think that it was probably the alcohol making the decision for him, or the desperation of finding a woman more perfect for him than Rory. He accepted because, well, who knew, maybe he'd just find that woman.
"And what is going on over here?" Logan Huntzberger asked causing them to look up and see him and their other best friend, Colin McCrea, standing over their table.
"We're feeling neglected sitting all by ourselves when we came all the way down here to visit both of you." Colin smirked, putting his drink down to sit next to Finn.
"Those are just your own personal issues, now aren't they, Colin?" Rory teased. Colin and Logan both worked in New York and had taken the weekend to come and visit Finn and Rory in Boston.
Finn looked at Rory and shook his head, not wanting her to throw him to the lions. He wasn't in the mood to be ridiculed for his decision to find the one. She smiled in understanding. The bet stayed between them.
"Just an agreement me and Finn made," Rory smiled. She grabbed her jacket and downed the rest of the vodka, kissing each of their cheeks. "I'm actually on my way out. It's getting late and Grandpa wants me to sit in on a board meeting tomorrow."
"Well, we are leaving tomorrow, Ace. Colin's got to be in court at two and I've got a newspaper to overtake at noon."
Rory laughed. "Well, I'll hear all about them when Finn and I go to visit next month. See you at home?" She asked turning to Finn who was staring at the bottle in front of him.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"All right." She turned back to her friends "Have a safe trip, guys."
"Bye Rory." Colin waved as she kissed Logan's cheek and let him slide into the seat where she'd been sitting.
"Good luck," she whispered as she leaned in to kiss Finns cheek.He nodded as he kissed her cheek in return, reassuring her he'd see her at home in a few hours.
"So what was the agreement?" Logan asked once Rory had left the pub..
Finn shook his head, pushing the now empty vodka bottle away from him. "Just something between Rory and me. Private stuff."
"Well, I'm just surprised you didn't see that little number at the bar. She's just your type, Finn," Logan said pointing towards the redhead at the bar with his beer bottle.
Finn looked over and saw the redhead eye him. Her dress was low-cut hemwise as well as the neckline to where he would have thought it was two scraps of fabric pulled against her breast, though even that still left too much to the imagination while her dress left nothing.
He winced. He doubted he could get 15 personal facts about her before shagging her.
"I'm going home," he muttered grabbing his jacket.
"What about-" Colin started.
"Not in the mood," he cut off putting his jacket, leaving a twenty for the vodka and left the pub.
He zipped up the jacket as the February air hit him and stuffed his hands in his pocket. How in the hell was he going to meet a girl, get to know her long enough to know 15 personal facts about her before sleeping with her? That was if he hadn't lost interest by then.
This was going to be harder than he thought, he sighed as he hailed a cab and slid in. Telling the driver the address to the apartment before leaning his head back in the seat. Well, it was a new challenge for him and he did like a challenge, even if it did seem impossible.
She walked into the Starbucks in Boston, the one they frequented once a week, for a quick lunch. Even if they did live together, they barely saw each other. Finn sometimes fell asleep at the office, at times even taking a room in one of his hotels and bunking there instead of going home. And she ended up sleeping at her desk most nights, so that her neck had a permanent kink in it from the hard wood.
She saw him slouching at one of the tables, glaring at his coffee cup and absently ripping open sugar packets and dumping them in his coffee. She doubted he even noticed that there were twenty or so empty wrappers littering the table.
She instantly felt the butterflies invading her stomach and the nervousness she felt when she caught sight of him. She'd first felt it when she'd been a senior in high school and had first met him. But upon meeting her, he'd let it be known that he liked girls who partied and who liked sex. She fell into neither category and still didn't, so she'd hid her feelings for seven years.
She was stupid last week, betting him to find a woman to settle down with. She desperately wanted to shake him and tell him that the perfect woman for him was already living with him, that she was not only his best friend, but, to be lame, his soul mate.
Straightening up and getting the army of butterflies under control she walked over and slid in in the seat across from him and put her bags next to her. "So, how's it going?"
"I'm sexually frustrated and it's your fault," he snapped, violently ripping apart another sugar packet.
"Hey, I warned you it would be tough," she laughed. It'd been a week since the bet and she hadn't heard anything about Finn having been on a date, meaning he wasn't having sex. Blushing and biting her lip she said "Have you tried..."
He frowned looking up at her. "Have I tried what?"
"You know..." she hedged, obviously not wanting to say what she'd been about to say.
"Obviously I don't know if I'm asking you what you mean."
"Doing it yourself," she whispered hurriedly, her face turning from the light shade of red she'd been before to a brighter shade. She covered her face with her hands, obviously feeling the flush.
"Love," he admonished teasingly, "Is that why you're never frustrated, because you've taken to doing it yourself?"
"Oh shut up!" She hissed mortified he would think that. "I'm just saying that it could help."
"Well, it hasn't, trust me. I've wanked more this week than I have my entire life."
"Oh god," she muttered covering her face once more.
Finn laughed and noticed the sugar packets on the table. He sighed and he swept them up and piled them so that the table looked a bit cleaner. "Coffee?"
She shook her head. "Nah, I had a cup on the way over. I have to cut down on coffee."
He raised an eyebrow. "You? You're going to cut down on coffee? Rory, we have one entire cabinet full of imported coffee. Imported coffee that cost me a fortune by the way." Coke!
"Yeah. Well, your hands aren't shaking when you're in board meetings when you need a coffee fix, now are they?" She held up her hands for his inspection and he saw they were indeed shaking. Taking them in his own, he kissed them lightly.
"Just adds character."
"Oh shut up." She laughed pulling her hands away from his smirking lips, the army of butterfly coming back with a vengeance. "I can't even hold a pencil anymore without my handwriting being shaky. I'm cutting down."
"Which means I have to deal with a bitch Rory, great."
"You love bitch Rory," she said matter-of-factly, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder in superior grace. "Now I wanna know why you haven't been on a date."
He sighed and shrugged, knowing they were going to come back to the topic. "Same reason you haven't."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're on your period and guys are the last thing on your mind?"
He rolled his eyes. "No one's caught my interest."
"Oh yeah, that reason," she deadpanned.
He shrugged again. "I've been working a lot and I'm not going to date my secretary, because that's just crossing a line that I don't feel like crossing... so I'm sitting here, with you, frustrated, alone and cold at night. Thank you, Rory, really thank you for making me reevaluate my life and making it sadder than it already was. I really appreciate it."
She rolled her eyes and scanned the tables. Her gaze settled on a young woman sitting near the window, her laptop sitting in front of her and her fingers typing away, yet her gaze slid over to her Australian friend every few minutes.
"What about her?" Rory asked pointing to the girl who had just turned away to look back at her computer.
Finn turned to look at the strawberry blonde and assessed her. She was good looking, her legs were crossed and he could tell the jeans she had on were tight fitting. She had on a university sweatshirt though he couldn't see what university she was advertising. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut short and fell in front of her face, black framed glasses covered her eyes.
"Isn't the whole point of this thing so that I don't just hit on girls though?" Finn asked looking away and back at Rory.
"How are you going to get to know a girl, let alone 15 things about her, if you don't hit on her and ask her out. Go, ask her out. You know you can date."
"How do you even know she's single?"
"When has that ever stopped you before?" Rory asked dully. Finn nodded in agreement, she did have a point. "And two, she has no ring. She looks like an honest girl and she's been checking you out for the past twenty minutes, at least since I was here. It's a girl's intuition, she's single."
Finn sighed pushing his coffee away before standing up. "Fine." He walked over and leaned against the chair. He wasn't surprised when the girl wasn't startled, but just looked up at him calmly.
"Hello," she said quietly.
"Hello. I couldn't help but notice you sitting here alone." She was wearing an NYU sweatshirt.
"I couldn't help but notice your pretty girlfriend," she said.
"Oh no, she's not my girlfriend," Finn said sitting next to her, feeling the bit of bitterness fuel the comment. "She's a friend of mine. She's actually the one that wanted me to come over. You see, I've been lonely."
"Really?" She asked raising an eyebrow and smiling.
"Really," he nodded, all of a sudden feeling very tired of the game. "So I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me."
"Oh, well, I don't even know your name."
"Finn." She raised an eyebrow again and he sighed knowing that she was waiting for his last name. "Morgan." He had the displeasure of seeing her eyes widen, then fill with the sparkle of opportunity he hated seeing.
"You mean... Hi, I'm Rebecca Walters," she said with a flirtatious smile shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you. So dinner?"
She bit her lip. "I would actually love to. Friday?"
"Give me your address and I'll pick you up at eight." Five minutes later he had left with her address, phone number and e-mail. He was pretty sure that had he stayed a bit longer, he would have had her financial informations along with her PIN number and credit card in hand, had he asked. At least that would have counted for two of the fifteen things.
"So?" Rory asked as he sat down. She watched Rebecca gather her things and wave coyly at Finn before leaving.
"Have a date on Friday at eight. Here's her information," he said holding it between his fingers.
"You do not lose your touch, do you, Morgan," she said snagging the piece of paper and scanning the words. "Rebecca Walters."
"Does name count as one of the 15 things?" Finn asked hopefully.
Rory raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. "What do you think?"
He sighed. "No." He grabbed the piece of paper and stuffed it in his pocket. "I have to get back to work, love, and so do you."
"Fine." She gathered her things and followed him out. "See you at home?"
Finn nodded. "Yeah, I'll be home early tonight." He kissed the top of her head as he hailed a cab. "Bye."
"Bye," she said waving before walking down the sidewalk. Rebeca Walters was one lucky girl, she thought as she turned and watched the cab pull into traffic, a very, very lucky girl.
"So then, of course, I told Shelby that that dress looked horrid on her. I mean, come on, a hot pink halter?"
"Uh huh," Finn muttered picking at his food. Bored was an understatement for what he was feeling, he was more than bored. He'd gotten three facts from her: her parents divorced when she was seven, her older sister lived in Miami with her husband and her Major was Art History.
The saddest part of all this was that it was the interesting thing she had talked about in the two hours they'd been out. God, his life had really taken a pathetic turn. He straightened up when he felt her bare foot run up the length of his leg. Shifting he coughed into his hand and backed his chair away.
"If you'll excuse me, love." He sent her a charming smile and left for the bathroom before she had a chance to respond. Pulling out his cellphone, he stood in the corner of the posh men's room and nodded at the attendant sitting at the end of the sinks, ready with towels and mints, along with bars of soap.
He dialed and leaned against the wall waiting for the answer.
"Yes..." she said slowly.
"I want to come home."
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but summer camp is three months long and your father and I did not pay three hundred dollars for you to bail out two hours after arriving."
"Rory!" He warned.
"Now go back out there, play nice with the other kids and remember to watch out for poison ivy. Oh, and ticks."
"Beautiful," he muttered as he heard her laugh through the phone before she hung up. He knew her poison ivy meant STDs and ticks meant gold-digging whores. He banged his head against the wall before stuffing his phone into his pocket violently and left the bathroom to get back to the table.
"Everything okay?" She asked.
He tapped his fingers on the table and nodded. "Yes, of course." He waved the waiter over and signaled for the check, handing over his Black Card. "I think it's time for me to take you home, love."
"Oh, perfect. You know, I have a queen-sized bed," she smiled coyly as he signed the receipt and took his copy and his card back.
"Of course you do," he muttered grabbing his coat and helping her into hers. He led her by the small of her back to his car, and like a gentleman, helped her in before getting on his own side. He drove in silence, ignoring the hand on his thigh that was rubbing up and down.
Parking in front of her building, he got out, opened her door and was about to bid her goodbye when she tugged on his tie.
"Wouldn't you like to walk me to my apartment?"
"Oh well..." He really couldn't believe a stupid bet was stopping him from following this girl upstairs. "No, I can't. I don't know 15 things about you."
Rebecca smiled and pressed her lips against his. "Well, then come upstairs and find out."
He pulled away. "Really, love, I can't as tempting as the offer is."
She looked at him surprised. "So this isn't a one night stand?"
He shrugged. "At least you got dinner." He shooed her through the doors to her apartment building before getting back in his car and heading towards home.
Half an hour later he opened the door to the apartment to find Rory in her pajamas eating straight from the carton of ice cream. She turned and smiled at him.
"There's my happy camper," she cooed as he sat next to her and took the tub of ice cream from her lap.
"Happy camper my ass," he muttered.
She opened the drawer on the sidetable and got out a spoon. She kept spare ones there so she wouldn't have to get up when he stole hers. "So how'd it really go?"
"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" He snapped.
"No facts?" She asked taking his mood in her stride. It wasn't the first time he was annoyed with her and most definitely wouldn't be the last.
"Got about four," he muttered through a spoonful of ice cream, "But," he shrugged, "I just wasn't into it."
"Because you knew she didn't have anything in common with you?"
He stuffed the spoon in his mouth as he looked at Rory. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, her face clear of make up and she was wearing her old ratty froggy pajamas that she wore whenever she had stressful days at work… and she couldn't have looked more beautiful. His stomach clenched and he felt his palms get sweaty, but this time he resisted the urge to wipe them.
Finally, finally he let himself feel everything he'd tried to hide. Why hadn't he let himself notice her beauty before? Of course he'd always noticed that his best friend was beautiful, a goddess even. But there had always been that line that he subconsciously never wanted to cross though he'd been tempted to so many times.
They had so much in common, music, television, movies, wit. And he knew that if she felt the same way, it wasn't because of his money or status in their world, because she had the same status and money as well as mutual contacts and the ones of her own.
He let himself look at her as a might be boyfriend and found himself smiling. If they… No, when they got together, they' be past the dependency stage where they needed constant contact with each other, a stage Rory had admitted she hated. And a stage he had never really been to and had no desire to be in. He hated when women hung on to him and called him every five minutes to see what he was doing. Rory wasn't that type of girl and he didn't want that type of girl.
They would be perfect… and that thought had him coming up with a brilliant plan.
Rory looked away from the TV. She'd asked him if he wanted to watch a movie and he hadn't answered. Looking at him she caught him openly staring at her, absently picking at the ice cream with his spoon, smiling at her. Honestly, he was freaking her out. "What? Do I have ice cream on my face?"
Finn laughed and stuffed his spoon in the ice cream bucket before standing up. "No, love, I was just thinking."
"About?" She asked, surprised that he was leaving.
Finn shook his head as he kissed the top of hers. "You'll see later. I'm off to bed."
"To wank?" She teased turning her head.
He laughed going to his room "To sleep. I have a feeling I won't have to wank anymore."
"You need fifteen facts and a girl, Finn," she shouted out to him, leaning her head back to look at him upside down as he went to his room.
"Don't worry, love, I'll win," he shouted back before closing his door. He stripped off his date clothes, leaving on his boxers before turning on the television in his room, grabbing a notepad he kept in his nightstand along with a pen and scribbling things down before he forgot. He had his fifteen facts, hell, he had more than fifteen, and he had his girl. Now the only thing was how to get that girl, that happened to be a voluntary virgin, to sleep with him.
Spotting the vase of flowers on his dresser he frowned. Rory usually put flowers all around the house, even in his room, even though he protested. Smirking, he wrote down a few more things in the notepad before coming up with his plan.
She peeked through from underneath her pillow groaning when she noticed the time and flung out her hand to get the alarm to stop. Her hand smacked repeatedly with the top of the alarm clock, effectively turning it off after the fifth smack though she wasn't sure if she'd switched it off or just pressed the snooze button like she did every morning.
Getting up and going through the motions of her morning, she made her bed so she wouldn't forget, grabbed her towel and took a ten minute shower. When she left the bathroom, towel wrapped around the body, she found that she had, in fact, pressed snooze and the alarm was ringing out through the room
Turning it off for real this time, she changed into her black work pants, white blouse and black dress jacket. Putting her shoes at the edge of her bed, she put on her nylons before checking the time. 7 am. Perfect timing as usual.
She left the room and went across the hall knocking on Finn's door lightly before walking in.
"Finn? Time to wake up." She instantly frowned when she saw his bed made, his room in perfect condition and no Finn. 'Finn?" She called through the apartment.
Odd, she thought going back to her room to do her hair and put on her makeup. Every morning she woke up at six, started getting ready, then woke Finn up at 7 so he could start breakfast as he didn't go into the office until 9 while she had to be in by eight thirty. Shaking her head, she didn't worry about it. There was a rare morning every few months when Finn would leave early. But the thing that bugged her was that he usually told her.
Sighing she finished curling her hair, checked her make up before putting on her shoes, and went into the kitchen. She gathered her laptop and work messenger bag before succumbing to her desire for coffee. Though she had challenged herself to quit drinking the blessed substance, she knew it was asking herself to accomplish an impossible task. Reaching for the coffee pot, she noticed a piece of paper stuck to the glass of the empty coffee maker with her name on it.
Unsticking it, she unfolded it and leaned against the counter as she read.
Sorry for not telling you, but I left early, not work-related, but because… I have a plan. Last night as I was looking at you, I realized something. I have feelings for you. Lots of feelings for you that are... well, less than friendly.
She felt herself stop breathing as she read the last line twice more before moving on to the rest of the letter.
And the thing is, that as I think more about these feelings I'm one hundred percent certain that I've had these feelings for a very, very long time. I've just never acted on them because of the fact that you are you and, well, I'm me. But as I think about this bet that we've made, I realize that you, love, are the woman I know 15 personal facts about. Hell, I know MORE than 15. And I'm pretty sure that if you start thinking about it too, you know more than 15 about me.
So, I've decided to woo you, love, in the most unconventional way yet. But then, it wouldn't be very Finn-like if it weren't unconventional, would it? My plan, Rory, if you choose to follow through, is to have you in my bed, underneath me, on top of me, anyway I can get you, love. This isn't because of the bet anymore, Rory, this is so much more than that now.
I'm tired of other women and I know that there isn't another one out there that knows me like you do, and I know that there isn't another man that knows you like I do, love. Hell, Logan and Colin don't know the things I know about you.
Give me a sign that you accept, love. Give me a chance to prove to you that I'm the man for you.
Fact number 1: when you pour orange juice into your cereal, it's not by accident, you actually do like the taste of fruit loops and orange juice, you're just too embarrassed to admit it.
Rory reread the letter once, twice, three times, surprise, excitement, and arousal all coursing through her body. Curiosity was also there, curiosity in how Finn knew she liked orange juice in her cereal. It was an odd craving of hers, one she'd never shared with anyone, and she was pretty sure that she'd never eaten it in front of anyone either. She knew that when she was younger, she'd get teased for eating it, and now people would make faces and she'd have to try to explain a habit that she had no explanation for. And he understood she didn't have any and that's why he never asked her about that,
Biting her lip lightly, she looked around the empty apartment for any other notes, but knowing Finn, he had a plan. Also knowing him, she wouldn't see him until he was ready to be seen. He also probably wouldn't answer her calls if she called. Taking the chance that he would still be staying at the apartment, just leaving early and coming late, she found a piece of paper and a pen.
Chewing on her lip, she made her decision and wrote him a quick note before going to his room and setting it on his nightstand underneath the sand dollar he kept there. Leaving she slung the book bag over her shoulder, looked at the apartment once more, scanning to see if she missed something before leaving.
He watched her from the corner, leaving the apartment dressed for work, with a small smile on her lips. He waited until she was in cab and on her way to work before crossing the busy street and heading back up to the apartment. He'd left five minutes before she'd woken up, having already written the note. He'd just stuck it on the coffee machine and made himself scarce.
He'd taken a big risk, that was for sure, assuming that Rory felt the same. Everything depended on her decision. If she said yes, then he'd be free to pursue her, without any problems in their relationship. But if she decided he was cracked, he had no idea how it would end up affecting their friendship.
When he had thought about it last night, he hadn't taken into account that Rory wouldn't feel the same. He had been confident in his pursuits, but as he sat outside for the past hour thinking about what her reaction would be, he had started doubting himself for the first time in… ever. He had been planning on ending this with not only his best friend, but a girlfriend in Rory. Now he wondered if it would end with him moving out because of the tension.
Opening the door to the apartment slowly, he looked around to see if anything had changed.He made sure she'd seen the note. Seeing the coffee maker bare, he knew she had seen it and read it. Sighing he wondered if she'd leave a message on his phone later. Going to his room he started getting out his work clothes when he noticed a piece of paper on his dresser. He moved the sand dollar carefully and took the folded paper.
Unfolding it he read.
It… was amazing to see your note this morning and at this point in time I have so many thoughts running through m mind that it's difficult to put into words what I'm thinking. But in so many words, I trust you, and I accept.
Prove to me that you're the guy for me. I'm looking forward to it.
Sitting stunned for a minute, he put the letter in his nightstand before getting up and getting ready for work, a smile on his face. An hour later he arrived at his office, the phone attached to his ear as he made the necessary calls to get the wooing in progress.
AN: Originally a one shot but now a three partner. This story was morphed into a PDLD from a convo me and three other friends had one crazy night about boys and sex and…it was weird just like us lol. But between the lines the idea for a sex plaque came up and well…this is the story that I told everyone I would write. It's really a fifty page one shot…but after some Great notes from my beta I decided to cut it into three parts. So it is complete and I'll post it all during this week…maybe lol.