Hello, Glee fandom. I never thought that the first Glee fic I posted would be a Rormony fic (yes, it's called Rormony, like a roaring dinosaur that wants money), but it is! Lol. Please enjoy.
The Show Goes On
Rory walked down yet another unfamiliar street, his hands in his pockets as he read the signs on the fronts of various businesses. He spotted the eighth McDonald's he'd run into within a half hour, and he added another tally to the little chart he'd imagined in his head. McDonald's was in the lead, closely followed by 7-11 with six sightings.
The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky, but he had no idea where he was or how to get back to Brittany's house. All he could do was keep on walking, hoping that luck would bring him a way back home.
He started quietly whistling U2's "Pride" as he rounded a corner, but his cheerful rendition ended abruptly when he saw a girl throw her hands in the air dramatically and yell to the sky.
"Is this what you wanted?" she yelled, making the people around her on the sidewalk scatter.
Rory looked up to see who or what she was looking at, but all he saw was a cloud that looked sort of like an elephant.
"Why do you hate me?" she cried. "I have nothing now!"
And with that, she threw her purse to the ground and sprawled herself out on a bench in front of a Starbucks. Completely disregarding how the people around her were giving her a multitude of strange looks, she lay on the bench as if she were in her own bed, and much to Rory's horror, started sobbing.
As he approached cautiously, she screamed to the heavens through a sob, "There's nothing else for me! You know that! You made me this way! Is this some awful joke?"
Still wondering who she was yelling at, he made his way to her side and asked, "Are you alright?"
Her eyes snapped onto his face, making his stomach flip at seeing such anguish suddenly turned on him.
"What did you just say?" she asked after a moment of hesitation, looking up at him in confusion but barely able to see him through her tear-blurred vision.
"Are you alright?" he repeated, his heavy accent making the words all blend together.
"What language are you even speaking?" she asked, exasperated. "You know what? Never mind. I don't care. I'm having a crisis right now, and I don't have time to decipher your Klingon nonsense!"
"So you're not alright," Rory concluded aloud. "I figured. I'm Irish, by the way. I'm not sure why so many of you Americans can't understand my English."
"Will you just leave me alone to wallow in my misery?" she requested, no longer looking at him as the tears continued to fall from her eyes.
"Well, you probably shouldn't just leave this on the street where anyone can pick it up," he told her, picking up her abnormally large silver purse and holding it out to her. "I'm sorry you're not alright, I really am. I would buy you a coffee or something, but I don't have any money."
She bolted upright, snatched the purse from him, and with wide eyes, asked, "Are you a hobo?"
"Never mind," she said with frustration, turning to sit properly and plopping the purse into her lap. "Please just… go home."
"I would, but I don't how to get there."
"So you are a hobo?" she cried, clutching her purse more tightly.
"What? I'm a foreign exchange student," he told her, not knowing what she was talking about.
Seeing that she was still confused, he sat down beside her and explained, "I'm not from around here, so I don't know how to get back to my host family's house."
And as she sat next to him on the bench wiping her eyes, she had no idea that this foreign exchange student was about to give her lack of luck a run for its money.
Just a heads up: chapters will be relatively short, because I think that's all that I can handle. The next chapter will pick up right where this leaves off.
So… Rormony might not be too realistic… but I'm going to make it be, bygummit!
Ten points for you if Rory's first line reminded you of Damian's Irish Rap. ;)