Hiya, me again. You probably don't know who I am, huh? S'okay, you probably
haven't read one of my many fics (Three, two complete one I really don't
want to finish, to be exact) and even if you had you wouldn't realise it
because I like to change pen name quite a bit. Oooh fun game! Try to see if
you can guess what my other stories were. And no cheating! If you have some
weird mind reading power, you can't use it. Anyways, this is just something
to keep me occupied at this late hour (It's almost 12! I feel so bad [see
that, sarcasm, really])
Author: Me (that's what you think, hehe)
Title: Hmm, good question [CLUE CLUE]
Disclaimer: I don't own this or anything, really, but I am patient and in time I will rule the world, or run for local government, whichever I can do while sitting down.
Try and guess who this is about, I know it will be VERY hard * * * There once was a man in a diner, Who thought there never was finer Than his coffee gal More than a pal? The love of that man in the diner. * * *
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As she stumbled out of her jeep after a long day's work, Lorelai wanted nothing more than to curl up on her couch and mock whatever was passing for primetime TV these days, but remembered that it had been almost a week and a half since she had last checked her mail box and grudgingly trudged towards it.
"This is what Rory was for," she thought to herself. Things about the house had gotten slightly disorganised since Rory had left. "Slightly" making a molehill out of Mount Everest.
When she got inside she dumped her purse with a sluggish flourish and began sifting through her mail.
"Ugh, bill, bill, and bill. Oooh...nope bill," she said as she let out an agitated sigh. Then a pastel coloured envelope caught her eye,
"That can only mean one thing," she moaned.
You are invited to the wedding of...
She didn't even want to know who was inflicting this torture on her. Sure she loved to get all dressed up and she just adored wedding dresses and seeing the excitement of the bride, but it just served as a further reminder of how everyone around her was settling down and soon she would be left as the only unmarried in Stars Hollow, for a while she had thought there would always be Kirk to compare her life to and feel good, but even he seemed to be getting serious with his girlfriend, well as serious as one could get with Kirk.
She was with Jason, but could hardly see that going anywhere.
"Wow, where did that come from?" she thought aloud. She knew Jason wasn't exactly who she'd thought of spending the rest of her life with but their relationship wasn't completely pointless, was it?
* * *
The dinner rush was just ending and things were beginning to slow again,
so Luke took this chance to check his mail and answering machine. After
retrieving his mail from his box he noticed nothing out of the ordinary
until..
"Oh shit," he murmured. In front of him sat the letter he had been
dreading for almost three years:
You are invited to the wedding of
Rachael and Connor.
The ceremony will be held...
He grasped the thin, delicate paper tight in his fist. It was not the
fact that she was getting married, no he was happy for her, but that she
would begin her lecture on how he should "admit his feelings, to himself
and to Lorelai," Rachael had never said that but he could imagine her
saying it.
As he clutched the invitation ever tighter, intent on crushing it, he
noticed a note on the back in familiar writing;
I hope to see you there, Luke,
I need to check your progress on certain matters.
Luke laughed bitterly to himself, there had been no progress in the
matter of which she spoke, or progress in anything else, for that matter.
Even though he had been married and now was divorced, he was still
basically the same person as when she had left, just slightly more
cynical and bitter.
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Later that night, feeling she deserved it, Lorelai set out for Luke's. He
looked up as she came in, and she could have sworn he looked almost...
affectionate but she quickly shook this thought from her mind as she took
her usual seat at the counter.
"Coffee?" he asked, already anticipating her answer.
"Of course, with bacon," she said as she took off her coat.
"Bacon? Lorelai it's almost ten in the evening," he said in an
exasperated tone.
"I know," she replied
"Well you see, bacon is generally considered a breakfast food," he said,
knowing that this conversation was going as so many others had before.
"Do you not think the bacon wants to be eaten at other times of the day?
Besides, I want to say, "What's shakin' bacon?" to something which
actually appreciates being called bacon," she said after taking a sip of
the coffee Luke had placed in front of her.
"You want to talk to your food. Again?" Luke said as he began wiping the
counter.
"What do you mean "again"?"
"Don't you remember? It was a couple months after you moved here and you
were eating breakfast and you started talking to your food,"
How do you remember and I don't?" Lorelai asked.
"Because you didn't have to explain to crowd of children that you were
not insane, just mildly deranged,"
"Aww, you know I love compliments. Anyway, interesting piece of mail
today, an invitation to a certain ex's nuptials, care to explain why I'm
invited?"
"If you're talking about Rachael I don't know, but you could ask her at
the wedding. That is, if you're going, are you?"
"I'm not sure. As you know I just love getting all dolled up just to
watch the happiest day of someone else's life, but I don't know if I
could go all the way to California to do that"
"I know what you mean, but it is rude to turn down a invitation,"
"And it would look like you were jealous and still hung up on Rachael,"
"So we're going?" Luke asked uncertainly
"Sure," said Lorelai even more so.
Author: Me (that's what you think, hehe)
Title: Hmm, good question [CLUE CLUE]
Disclaimer: I don't own this or anything, really, but I am patient and in time I will rule the world, or run for local government, whichever I can do while sitting down.
Try and guess who this is about, I know it will be VERY hard * * * There once was a man in a diner, Who thought there never was finer Than his coffee gal More than a pal? The love of that man in the diner. * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As she stumbled out of her jeep after a long day's work, Lorelai wanted nothing more than to curl up on her couch and mock whatever was passing for primetime TV these days, but remembered that it had been almost a week and a half since she had last checked her mail box and grudgingly trudged towards it.
"This is what Rory was for," she thought to herself. Things about the house had gotten slightly disorganised since Rory had left. "Slightly" making a molehill out of Mount Everest.
When she got inside she dumped her purse with a sluggish flourish and began sifting through her mail.
"Ugh, bill, bill, and bill. Oooh...nope bill," she said as she let out an agitated sigh. Then a pastel coloured envelope caught her eye,
"That can only mean one thing," she moaned.
You are invited to the wedding of...
She didn't even want to know who was inflicting this torture on her. Sure she loved to get all dressed up and she just adored wedding dresses and seeing the excitement of the bride, but it just served as a further reminder of how everyone around her was settling down and soon she would be left as the only unmarried in Stars Hollow, for a while she had thought there would always be Kirk to compare her life to and feel good, but even he seemed to be getting serious with his girlfriend, well as serious as one could get with Kirk.
She was with Jason, but could hardly see that going anywhere.
"Wow, where did that come from?" she thought aloud. She knew Jason wasn't exactly who she'd thought of spending the rest of her life with but their relationship wasn't completely pointless, was it?
* * *
The dinner rush was just ending and things were beginning to slow again,
so Luke took this chance to check his mail and answering machine. After
retrieving his mail from his box he noticed nothing out of the ordinary
until..
"Oh shit," he murmured. In front of him sat the letter he had been
dreading for almost three years:
You are invited to the wedding of
Rachael and Connor.
The ceremony will be held...
He grasped the thin, delicate paper tight in his fist. It was not the
fact that she was getting married, no he was happy for her, but that she
would begin her lecture on how he should "admit his feelings, to himself
and to Lorelai," Rachael had never said that but he could imagine her
saying it.
As he clutched the invitation ever tighter, intent on crushing it, he
noticed a note on the back in familiar writing;
I hope to see you there, Luke,
I need to check your progress on certain matters.
Luke laughed bitterly to himself, there had been no progress in the
matter of which she spoke, or progress in anything else, for that matter.
Even though he had been married and now was divorced, he was still
basically the same person as when she had left, just slightly more
cynical and bitter.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * *
Later that night, feeling she deserved it, Lorelai set out for Luke's. He
looked up as she came in, and she could have sworn he looked almost...
affectionate but she quickly shook this thought from her mind as she took
her usual seat at the counter.
"Coffee?" he asked, already anticipating her answer.
"Of course, with bacon," she said as she took off her coat.
"Bacon? Lorelai it's almost ten in the evening," he said in an
exasperated tone.
"I know," she replied
"Well you see, bacon is generally considered a breakfast food," he said,
knowing that this conversation was going as so many others had before.
"Do you not think the bacon wants to be eaten at other times of the day?
Besides, I want to say, "What's shakin' bacon?" to something which
actually appreciates being called bacon," she said after taking a sip of
the coffee Luke had placed in front of her.
"You want to talk to your food. Again?" Luke said as he began wiping the
counter.
"What do you mean "again"?"
"Don't you remember? It was a couple months after you moved here and you
were eating breakfast and you started talking to your food,"
How do you remember and I don't?" Lorelai asked.
"Because you didn't have to explain to crowd of children that you were
not insane, just mildly deranged,"
"Aww, you know I love compliments. Anyway, interesting piece of mail
today, an invitation to a certain ex's nuptials, care to explain why I'm
invited?"
"If you're talking about Rachael I don't know, but you could ask her at
the wedding. That is, if you're going, are you?"
"I'm not sure. As you know I just love getting all dolled up just to
watch the happiest day of someone else's life, but I don't know if I
could go all the way to California to do that"
"I know what you mean, but it is rude to turn down a invitation,"
"And it would look like you were jealous and still hung up on Rachael,"
"So we're going?" Luke asked uncertainly
"Sure," said Lorelai even more so.