Through the Long Night
Chapter 1: Dinner?
Personally: I must state here, I am not Billy Joel, or anyone related to or close to him, unfortunately. I am just a Billy Joel obsessed fifteen-year- old. You can call me Christy (as in Christy Brinkly, Billy's ex-wife).
Did that make it sound like I am Christy Brinkly? I'm not, unfortunately. Not a supermodel. No connection to Billy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, or am in any way connected to its creation. Though, is anyone who submits to this web-sight? This also goes for all future chapters; because I am shore I am not the only one who is sick of reading that at the top of stories.
Credit: This story is not completely mine. I came up with the idea after watching "Run Away Little Boy", but would never have been able to write it without the help of Bess (formerly Riley Gilmore). I am not a diehard Gilmore Girls fan, and only started watching it a few months ago, originally because JAG was a rerun and Bess would never stop talking about the show. Bess had to help me a lot in writing this, because I did not know enough facts about the show. "Javalass" also helped a bunch. Her stuff is mentioned in foot notes.
Author's note: The beginning is actually from "Run Away Little Boy" but I included it because I had to change part of it. I will mention when I stopped copying. I DID NOT WRITE THE DIOLOGUE BETWEEN THIS AND THE NEXT AUTHERS NOTE.
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Lorelai: Hey.
Luke: How'd it go?
Lorelai: Oh, you know, I think that Shakespeare will recover.
Luke: That's good
Lorelai: Hey, are you good at dating?
Luke: What?
Lorelai: Dating, do you have that down?
Luke: Okay, if this is about that kid than…(If you will remember, this is the episode that Lorelai goes on a 'casual date' with the 20 some year old.)
Lorelai: No, it's not about anything, it's just a question.
Luke: Well, I don't know if I have it down. Considering that I live with my nephew, I'd say probably not.
Lorelai: I don't have it down either. I've never been very good at it really. I've never really liked it. Too much "what if." I like things that I can count on. I mean, actually, with Max it was the first time I was finally like "Hey, here it is, that one person who will always be there for me." Then I turn around and it's suddenly "Oops, wrong, keep moving.'
Luke: Why are you telling me this?
Lorelai: I don't have very many people in my life who are in my life permanently, forever. They will always be there for me, I will always be there for them. You know? There's Rory, and Sookie, and this town…you. I mean, I think I've got you…
Luke: You do.
Lorelai: Good. Just checking.
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Author's note: This is where I started the fic. That was just a background, so you understood where I was starting I want to make it clear though that I DID NOT RIGHT THE ABOVE DIOLOG.
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Kirk: Hey, you do have other customers you know.
Luke: Hold on.
Lorelai: This is a bad time.
Luke: No it's not.
Kirk: Hello!?!?
Lorelai: Go. (Luke starts to walk away but Lorelai stops him) Why don't you come over later, when you get off here, for a late dinner?
Luke: 'k (He shoves Kirks food over to him without looking.)
Lorelai: Good …and you can get Bert well you are there. Oh, what do you want for dinner?
Luke: What are you having?
Lorelai: Whatever you're cooking. Today's take out night.
Luke: Wasn't that last night?
Lorelai: Take-out-night is every night. I'll take a burger, fries and coffee; have whatever tree-hugging hippy thing you want.
Luke: (Ignoring the antihealth food comment) That'll be ten bucks.
Lorelai: Why? You're eating it too.
Luke ignores her and continues to ring up the order.
Lorelai: (grudgingly puts a ten and a fistful of change/gum-wrappers/lint from her pocket on the counter as the tip.) I'll see you at…
Luke: eight.
Everyone in the dinner turns and looks thinking they
are going on a date, as Lorelai skips out of the dinner.
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OK, I know that I have the timing off, but In the fic the play was Saterday afternoon, not Sunday evening. Please don't hate it. It is the first fic I've ever written, but the second I've posted. Please revue.
Chapter 1: Dinner?
Personally: I must state here, I am not Billy Joel, or anyone related to or close to him, unfortunately. I am just a Billy Joel obsessed fifteen-year- old. You can call me Christy (as in Christy Brinkly, Billy's ex-wife).
Did that make it sound like I am Christy Brinkly? I'm not, unfortunately. Not a supermodel. No connection to Billy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, or am in any way connected to its creation. Though, is anyone who submits to this web-sight? This also goes for all future chapters; because I am shore I am not the only one who is sick of reading that at the top of stories.
Credit: This story is not completely mine. I came up with the idea after watching "Run Away Little Boy", but would never have been able to write it without the help of Bess (formerly Riley Gilmore). I am not a diehard Gilmore Girls fan, and only started watching it a few months ago, originally because JAG was a rerun and Bess would never stop talking about the show. Bess had to help me a lot in writing this, because I did not know enough facts about the show. "Javalass" also helped a bunch. Her stuff is mentioned in foot notes.
Author's note: The beginning is actually from "Run Away Little Boy" but I included it because I had to change part of it. I will mention when I stopped copying. I DID NOT WRITE THE DIOLOGUE BETWEEN THIS AND THE NEXT AUTHERS NOTE.
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Lorelai: Hey.
Luke: How'd it go?
Lorelai: Oh, you know, I think that Shakespeare will recover.
Luke: That's good
Lorelai: Hey, are you good at dating?
Luke: What?
Lorelai: Dating, do you have that down?
Luke: Okay, if this is about that kid than…(If you will remember, this is the episode that Lorelai goes on a 'casual date' with the 20 some year old.)
Lorelai: No, it's not about anything, it's just a question.
Luke: Well, I don't know if I have it down. Considering that I live with my nephew, I'd say probably not.
Lorelai: I don't have it down either. I've never been very good at it really. I've never really liked it. Too much "what if." I like things that I can count on. I mean, actually, with Max it was the first time I was finally like "Hey, here it is, that one person who will always be there for me." Then I turn around and it's suddenly "Oops, wrong, keep moving.'
Luke: Why are you telling me this?
Lorelai: I don't have very many people in my life who are in my life permanently, forever. They will always be there for me, I will always be there for them. You know? There's Rory, and Sookie, and this town…you. I mean, I think I've got you…
Luke: You do.
Lorelai: Good. Just checking.
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Author's note: This is where I started the fic. That was just a background, so you understood where I was starting I want to make it clear though that I DID NOT RIGHT THE ABOVE DIOLOG.
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Kirk: Hey, you do have other customers you know.
Luke: Hold on.
Lorelai: This is a bad time.
Luke: No it's not.
Kirk: Hello!?!?
Lorelai: Go. (Luke starts to walk away but Lorelai stops him) Why don't you come over later, when you get off here, for a late dinner?
Luke: 'k (He shoves Kirks food over to him without looking.)
Lorelai: Good …and you can get Bert well you are there. Oh, what do you want for dinner?
Luke: What are you having?
Lorelai: Whatever you're cooking. Today's take out night.
Luke: Wasn't that last night?
Lorelai: Take-out-night is every night. I'll take a burger, fries and coffee; have whatever tree-hugging hippy thing you want.
Luke: (Ignoring the antihealth food comment) That'll be ten bucks.
Lorelai: Why? You're eating it too.
Luke ignores her and continues to ring up the order.
Lorelai: (grudgingly puts a ten and a fistful of change/gum-wrappers/lint from her pocket on the counter as the tip.) I'll see you at…
Luke: eight.
Everyone in the dinner turns and looks thinking they
are going on a date, as Lorelai skips out of the dinner.
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OK, I know that I have the timing off, but In the fic the play was Saterday afternoon, not Sunday evening. Please don't hate it. It is the first fic I've ever written, but the second I've posted. Please revue.