[Anima Sola]

Fortsetzung von Chapter 3:

Rory’s heart missed a beat, the words totally petrified her – and it was Finn, who dragged her away from the building, holding her hand tightly, running away from whoever had seen them. He stopped after a while, slipping into the dark entrance of another building, pinning her to the wall again, hiding her completely from anyone possibly passing them. She clung onto him, totally out of breath.
“No one’s seen us, love”, he whispered, tilting his head.
“But –“
“Yes, someone saw two figures making out in front of the library, that’s all. No faces, nothing. Just two dark figures. Could have been anyone”, he said quietly.
“I really hope you’re right.”
“Darn, me too”, he smirked.
She chuckled at his comment, leaning her head against his chest, her hands still grabbing his shirt tightly.
“So, what next, love?”
“What do you mean; what next? I still have to recover from that last encounter…”
“I guess you have to get used to that, love”, he said, grinning.
“Apparently…”
“But I mean it, what are we doing next?”
She looked up at him, her thumbs playing with the buttons of his shirt. She almost fell for his gaze again, if it wasn’t for a thought that stroke her with even more impact as the thought of being caught. “Oh dear!”, she shrieked and backed away from him. “What time is it?”
He looked at her puzzled, before his gaze wandered towards his watch. “Almost 5.30.”
“Oh my god!”, she shrieked again, running headlessly away from him, before he finally caught her hand and pulled her towards him again.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“I got a class at 8!”
“Darn, you must be popular by the professors! Yet you still have two hours and a half, a lot of time to prepare!”
“But I have to sleep”, she whined.
“Sleep’s slightly overrated, love”, he smirked. “So, do you like a coffee?”
She stared at him with her eyebrows raised.
“You like coffee, I know that.”
“No, that’s wrong”, she said. “I worship coffee!”
He laughed at that and hooked his arm into hers, leading her through the still deserted campus to where the nearest coffee stand was. Of course the place was still empty, but he did as if it wasn’t and leant playfully against the imaginary coffee stand, ordering two coffees and even paying the imaginary salesman. She watched him highly amused, how he leant in mid-air. When he walked to her, offering her an imaginary coffee cup, she just laughed at him.
“You know, I prefer real coffee”, she chuckled, looking at him as he took a sip from his non-existent coffee.
“Be more imaginative, love”, he said again, standing next to her.
“Oh I am, I dream of butterflies”, she said and looked up at him with her lower lip pushed forward.
He couldn’t help but laugh, laughing so hard he had to hold his sides after a while. Instead of joining him, she merely grabbed his hand and pulled him away again, not stopping until they reached her dorm room window. Rory quickly checked the window, it was still open. After that she turned to Finn, looking at him with a wide smile on her face.
“I don’t know if it’s too late to say good night, but –“, she said, moving closer to him. “Good night, Finn”, she mouthed, before she leant in to close her lips around his, kissing him hungrily.
When they broke apart again, Finn watched her with a huge grin. “From now on I’ll imagine you with thousand butterflies, jumping over pink clouds and –“
“Don’t mock me”, she said.
“I wouldn’t dare, love”, he said and kissed her again. “Maybe I’ll dress up as a butterfly when we see each other again”, he continued.
“Ooh, now I want to see that!”, she said, feeling a wave of joy swimming around in her middle as he mentioned to see her again.
“You will”, he said and winked. “Sleep well, love”, he added and placed a kiss on her temple. “And try not to snore too loud in class!”
With that he turned around, waving her goodbye as he vanished behind the next corner. Rory, however, climbed through her own window as soon as he was out of sight. The minute her feet touched the floor, an angry voice rang in her ears.
“Where have you been?”
She looked up to see Paris looming inside her doorframe. “What?”
“You heard me, where have you been?”
“Out, mother!”, she replied, mockingly.
“Don’t you have classes? And why do you come trough the window? Lost your key? Do you know what trouble we’ll get if one of us looses a key? And just imagine what happens when someone finds it and sneaks into our dorm, robbing us? Sneaking through your underwear? Huh? Imagine that, Rory!”
“I didn’t lose my key, Paris.”
“Then why did you climb through your window?”
“Why not?”
Paris glared at her. “I called your mother and told her that you weren’t in your room.”
“You did what?”, Rory blurted out, quickly walking to her night stand to snatch her cell, dialling her mother’s number.
“Now look who’s popular today”, Lorelai answered.
“Mom, I am so sorry. She’ll never call you again!”
“She had her reasons, I assume. Weird Paris-reasons, but anyhow. Where have you been anyway?”
“Out, I couldn’t sleep, so… I walked around campus a little. I didn’t know that was such a big deal”, she said, also addressing Paris who still stood in her doorframe.
“Well it’s your life, hun”, Lorelai replied. “Just tell Paris to get a puppy!”
“A puppy?”
”Right, PETA wouldn’t approve of that. Just tell her to get somebody else to call in the middle of the night, telling her who’s not home or whatever.”
“I’ll tell her that, mom”, Rory said. “Bye!”
“Bye, honey.”
“How could you call my mom, Paris?”, Rory yelled at her roommate while putting her cell on her night stand again.
“Forgive me for thinking you’ve been kidnapped! With your window open, and voices in your room long after Logan has been gone –“
“Damn it, Paris, get a life!”, she blurted out and stormed to her door, shutting it right into Paris’s face.
Groaning mildly as she turned to look at her clock, she decided to stay awake, waiting for the sun to come out. She might even get to breakfast early enough to eat some cocopuffs. She lay down on her bed, her arms crossed under her head, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was about to get its voice back, for it flashed her with various thoughts that she just wanted to ignore.
She just closed her eyes and made a decision that might make everything a lot easier.
She just had to do it. No regrets, no guilt, no thinking, just doing, acting, living. Wasn’t it a great feeling to have two boys caring for her, making her feel happy? Who could say that about themselves? She had a dirty little secret and she didn’t want to change that. It felt great and it made her feel alive. And that’s what she wanted. She didn’t want to mourn about a boyfriend neglecting her, she didn’t want to cry anymore; she wanted to enjoy this situation.
From now on, she wasn’t willing to think about this again. She had thought enough. From now on, she just played along. Living her life.
She couldn’t know that living her life the way she did was about to bring her to an edge that might change everything.


...to be continued...