Doing What's Right on the Wedding Night
Since everyone seemed to like That Damn Diner Owner, I thought I'd try changing the events of the series again. So here you go.
Summary: How things could've gone is Season Two's "Red Light on the Wedding Night". Some dialouge borrowed from that episode and possibly "The Road Trip to Harvard". Lorelai's POV.
Rating: Let's go with my usual PG-13.
Disclaimer: If it's mine, apparently they don't listen to me.
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"Did you mean all those things you said about marriage?" I asked. Me and Luke were having a really nice conversation, in my opinion. I mean, he made me a chuppah. Max could never make me a chuppah. Sure, he could tell me about the origins and proper usage of a chuppah, but make one? That's all Luke. Yeah, Luke will make some very lucky girl very happy someday. Oh just admit it Lorelai, I thought sadly, you wish it were him you were marrying, not Max.
"What things?" Luke asked in that sexy voice of his. Stop it Gilmore! Fiance. Max. Sound familiar? Yeah those are the reasons that you having 'sexy Luke' thoughts is bad. Cause, as much as you want it to be, it's not Luke your marrying, it's Max, so deal with it!
"You really want me to repeat them for you?" I like Luke. A lot. I mean that much is obvious, just by the way I act around him. But me and Luke wouldn't work out, not only because he is my best friend, but because I'm wearing another guy's ring.
"No. I mean, I guess, for some people marriage, you know, isn't the worst thing in the world. I mean, it's probably better than being hobbled or something like that." Yeah, a lot better. Safety, comfort, stability. Basicly everything I feel around Luke.
"And people can evolve together, don't you think?"
"Maybe."
"Yoko an John Lennon did. They just got closer and closer as the years went by. At the end, they had the same face." God, I'd love to have that.
"Yeah, it got a little spooky."
"But cool."
"Yeah, they were lucky. I guess if you can find that one person, you know, who's willing to put up with all your crap, and doesn't want to change you or dress you or you know, make you eat French food, then marriage can be all right. But that's only if you find that person."
"Yeah, if you find that person." I found that right person, right? Yeah, you're standing under a chuppah with him. But Max is good to me. And it's only logical, I mean Rory likes him, and he likes Rory. But do you want to spend the rest of your life with the logical choice instead of the one who makes you happy? I thought about it.
Screw logic.
"Hey, Luke? Can you wait here a minute?" I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I was damn sure that it was the perfect weather for a road trip.
"Uh, yeah, sure." I ran inside to Rory's room.
"Pack!"
"What?"
"Pack."
"What's going on?"
"We are hitting the road."
"What?"
"Pack everything. Traveling light is for girls."
"What' going on here? Why are we hitting the road?" I don't know.
"We haven't taken a road trip in forever and the weather is perfect."
"We can't take a road trip. You're getting married this weekend." Oh, Rory. Smart as she is she hasn't seemed to figure it out yet.
"No I'm not."
"What? Why?" I tried to come up with how to say it, when suddenly my mother's words came back to me.
"Because I didn't want to try on my wedding dress every night." Rory looked at me sympathetically.
"Where are we going?"
"Hold on." I ran back outside to find Luke, who had either heard me and Rory or had excellent peceptive skills.
"Lorelai, what the hell is going on?" I grinned at him.
"Hey, Luke, how do you feel about going on a road trip?"
tbc (I think)
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