Rory Culkin | Fan Fiction

Part 1

Disclaimer: I'm not at all trying to be disrespectful when writing these situations with Rory and someone else other than his partner. this is a fan FICTION and is just based off of him as a person and it doesn't mention his partner at all to avoid confusion/disrespect of any sort.

A/N: I have no idea how many parts this book is going to have but Rory has been my obsession lately and I can't do anything about it but make it worse by watching a disgusting amount of edits, binging all of his movies and tv shows and making a book, I love digging myself so deep to the point where I can't take it anymore (: 

Words: 14,083

published: Monday June 26 2023

Enjoy....

"A coffee and a sprinkled donut please" I watch them put my order into the machine as I take out my credit card from my wallet. This has been my order ever since I moved here 3 years ago, it's a small town with it's pro's and Con's. Pro: everybody knows each other. Con: Everybody knows each other. I don't know too many people in this town but I know of a lot of people and they know of me as well. I look up tapping my card on the machine, she begins walking over to the bakery section. While putting my card back in my wallet a smell finds it's way into my nose. It's not the fresh coffee smell or the pastry section, it's a cologne. A masculine one, I've never smelt something so good, my mouth is watering, maybe because I'm hungry but it could also be because of the smell. 

I'm on my way to a signing, ever since I was little I have always loved writing. It didn't matter if It was horror, romance, comedy, I have always had something I would write about. I liked seeing people listen to what I had to say, as a kid it always felt like I was kind of tucked away, but hey, who hasn't had a rough childhood these days? Right? I remember as a kid I locked myself in my closet with my cousin and we created short stories for hours, she would make the little pictures to go along with the story while I wrote it, but this time, I'm older and there is no pictures, it's all just words. Plus now the stories I write about add up unlike when I was a kid going off of the top of my head to make it interesting to impress my family. I work an office job in a building that stands tall, everyone in this town has seen it. I'm just a writer on the side and since my book that was published is doing well I'm hoping to quit my job and focus on better things, but for now I still have to go through the torment.

My eyes are drawn to a guy turned away from me who is also waiting for his order. I should be trying not to distract myself right before a shitload of work is dropped in front of me by my boss but this guy is too gorgeous for my eyes to skim past and continue with my day. He has poofy shoulder length hair, casually dressed with a button up, he looks a lot like- "Here you go" The lady passes me my coffee and I can feel his eyes on me when I take it. I'm filled with a buzzed feeling while I walk over to the table section that has sugar packets, straws, napkins, spoons, forks Etc. 

I pour two stevia packets in and I can't seem to train my eyes to not look around for this guy. He is still looking down at his phone, he looks so expensive. I have seen rich people in this town but they are rarely spotted in little cafe's like these, they are too busy ordering to their mansion or paying people to get it for them. As a child I remember how angry my dad would get every night after coming home from work. He would go to the fridge, grab two beers, sometimes three and plop himself on the couch in front of the tv while my mom and I ate dinner. Instead of talking about my grades and homework, we stayed quiet and listened to my dad mumble to himself about the "selfish rich assholes" that he works for. He was a construction worker and he liked his job for a while, but back then my dad got bored of things too easily, my mother for example. Yet she never left him after he was caught cheating three times, she told me that I didn't understand but I did, I really did.