I do not own the Gilmore Girls thingy, show, no worries but I do watch it on the teli.
"YES, I'm almost done!" She screamed as she picked up the last object lying on her floor.
It was a beautiful diary, baby pink with a baby fairy imprinted on it. When it moved in the light it shimmered slightly. The pages baby pink as well, it was small and was empty not a word in it.
'I don't need a diary, what's the point? Nothing ever happens to me.' She thought as she threw it in one of her drawers.
I got up and whipped the dust of my pants as I went to the kitchen. Opening the pantry doors I saw a box of cookies, coffeecake and some chips. She grabbed all three, she put the coffeecake on the counter and brought the rest to the couch. Setting them down the phone rang.
I picked up the receiver and heard Lane on the other end. "Hey how's it hangin?"
"Just callin to tell you I'm on my way up to your house."
"Perfect timing too, I just finished cleaning my room."
"Kick ass see you in a bit Sexy."
We hung up and I made the coffeecake as fast I could, Lane just loved her coffeecake. It was our thing; everytime she came over we made it, and then ate it.
I cut the cake onto two plates, and set them on the counter. The doorbell rang, and I walked quickly to the front door. I unlocked it and opened it to find Lane smiling, with an over-night bag in her left hand.
"Hey sweetie, come on in," I said as I opened the door wider. "Guess what I made?"
"Oh yeah! Let me at it!"
We ate quickly and went to my room. I sat on my desk chair, and Lane sat on my bed.
"Hey, have you gotten MSN Messenger yet?" she asked.
"Nope, I don't know how. You know me with electrical stuff," Rory said laughing.
"Ok, I'll help you."
Lane jumped off the bed and walked to Rory's computer. Lane clicked on 'Internet Explorer", and typed in the address,
"Ok, what do you want your email to be?"
"Ummm.... Presley... something like yours with the numbers, how'd you get your numbers?"
"My dad made the numbers up."
"Well I could use Elvis's birthday, that's only four numbers too."
She typed in presley1835 and clicked down. When my information was all imputed into the computer she slammed her fingers on the enter button, "Walla!"
"Thanks."
"No prob. Now all you need is the messenger." She pressed download and as we waited for it to load she told me how it worked and all that jazz.
"Ok all you have is me for a contact, who else do you want?"
"Uhh..."
"Well my brother has one, and Dean has one."
"Why would I want Dean? He's weird..."
"Well at least it's a contact, he's barley on."
She gave me some of her friends and then again said, "Walla!"
888Next day888
Lane left and I decided to try for myself MSN Messenger. When I signed in Dean was online.
Elvis' Lover says:
Hey! How are you?
