Those Irish Summer Nights - A Sugary {Sugar & Rory} fanfiction
Summary; it's the end of the school year and best friends, Sugar and Rory, are headed off to Ireland to spend the summer together. To Sugar this is a friendly getaway, but Rory sees it as an opportunity to finally win Sugar's heart. Will Sugar actually fall for Rory? Or will his plans crash and burn? please read and review!
Rating; T for now, but there's a slight chance that it will change to M. not sure yet.
Disclaimer; I do not own Glee or the characters. this is just a work of fiction for the Glee fan community.
Author's Note; just like Pezberry, Sugary hit me like a ton of bricks. I instantly fell in love with both Rory and Sugar, and seeing them together makes perfect sense to me. Just a note, Killybegs is a real place, but a I may portray it in non-realistic ways, mainly because I have never been there. I had a little bit of difficulty choosing where to place Rory and his family because I have never been to Ireland nor learned much about it. So I really do hope that you take that into consideration, especially if anyone is from Ireland. I'm sorry if I totally wreck the heritage or anything, I really don't mean it if I do.

Chapter One

"Wait; say the name one more time, for my sake."

Rory sighs, "Killybegs."

I can't help but laugh and Rory rolls his eyes again. "I'm sorry, but the way you say it, it's just humorous!"

I close my locker door and start walking down the hall. Rory skips to catch up with me, "You know, it's rude to laugh at another man's home."

"I'm not laughing at your home; I'm laughing at the name of your home. Two completely different scenarios honey."

"Anyways, what do you say Potato? Will you come?"

Out of all the nicknames I've received, 'Potato' is probably my favorite. When Rory and I first started hanging out I had admitted that I had never tried potatoes before. Outraged, he brought me a bowl of mashed potatoes the next day, begging me to try them. I loved them, and from then on he called me 'Potato' or 'my Potato'. It's weird to look back and see how far our friendship has come. "I can't just say yes. I have to discuss this with my dad."

Rory steps in front of me, "I've already asked your dad."

I raise an eyebrow, "Well that's very romantic of you. What do you think this is? A marriage proposal?"

"Maybe someday," he teases.

"Oh can-it," I shove him gently, giggling. "Since you've already asked my dad, what did he say?"

"I'm happy to report that he has approved."

"A simple 'yes' would've been fine." I look at him, grinning. The excitement rushes through my head and I clap my hands together with force. "I can't believe my dad's going to let me go to Ireland with you for the summer."

"Same here," Rory says, "I personally thought your dad was going to shoot me, I think he actually thought I was going to ask for your hand or something. He had this crazy look in his eye."

"No, that's how he always looks," I respond, "But for you, I'm sure he looked extra crazy."

The school bell rings, catching us both by surprise. Rory gives me a quick pat on the shoulder and rushes off to class. I walk into the room nearest to us and sit down in the front desk. My history teacher walks in and hands us our final exams, but I can't fully concentrate. I rapidly bubble in the answers until I am completely finished with the exam. I glance at the clock, forty minutes to go. I chew on my pencil, imaging how perfect my summer will be. Rory's told me all about Killybegs, his hometown. It's a major fishing harbor that strangely doesn't smell very fishy. The town is lovely, so he says, with ragged mountains and beautiful landscapes lining the outskirts.

Rory always speaks highly of Killybegs, claiming it's his favorite place in the world. He also loves Killybegs because his prized possession, his family, is there. He is somewhat vague in describing his mother, but when it comes to his dad and brother, it's like he could talk forever. He has numerous stories detailing their wild adventures. He specifically loves to tell me the story of the time his brother, Seamus, got lost in the harbor and his father 'mooed' his way through, listening for Seamus' response, which was a rooster's crow.

From what Rory tells me, I assume he has a very close relationship with his family. He always complains about how much he misses his mother, but whenever I ask about her he shoves it off as if I didn't even ask. Fortunately, I'll finally be able to meet the woman he barely tells me about.

The bell rings again and I race out of class. The school year is now officially over and summer is just beginning. I stand at my locker, waiting for Rory. He comes sprinting down the hallway, almost passing my locker. I grab his shirt, balancing him. "What's up, speedy?"

"I just couldn't wait to see my summer buddy."

I laugh, taking his arm. "Well, summer buddy, walk me home?"

"Always."

Author's Note: Does anyone else read Rory's dialogue in an Irish accent? Because that's what I did when I was writing this first chapter! Oh, and I apologize if it's really short. for some reason, all my first chapters are short...I should work on that lol.