A/N: YES! I can finally upload stuff onto here again!!! I've been trying for days. Anyway, Allie helped me out and now I have this awesome storyline. I think you guys are going to love it!!! Enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: Yeah, same old same old...don't own GA or GG. :D


Five minutes later, the girls were speeding down the freeway at about 80 miles an hour with people they didn't really know. They went to Lorelai's school…or at least they thought so.

The windows were open and the girls were screaming at each other so they could hear.

"So!" yelled Lorelai. "How do you know the Capril's?"

"There's some Capril's up in New York!" Addison hollered back. "I think they're cousins!"

"Is your hair color real?"

"Yes! What kind of question is that?"

Lorelai thought. "I like hearing myself yell!"

Addison was laughing. "Look! We're getting off the freeway!"

"Ah," Lorelai said, once they were back on the normal street. "I like the fact that I'm not staining my vocal cords."

"That's surprising because from what I've heard, you use them quite a bit."

"Ah, she's silent, but when she strikes she strikes hard."

"Shut up."

"Ruler over all that is evil."

"I'd argue, but I like that. 'Ruler over all that is evil'…I must be pretty powerful, huh?"

"Shut up."

At this point, one of the guys turned around. He was wearing all olive green and it was rather disturbing, as Lorelai soon pointed out.

"How long have we been in here? Algae's growing on him!"

The guy spoke. "We're here. Password at the front is 'Candyce has the hair of a goddess.' Don't forget the rules. No breaking objects, drink alcohol only in the designated room, don't go upstairs unless you want to sleep with someone (in which case the bedrooms are first come, first serve), and don't act better than the sisters, or else…"

"Or else you'll never be invited back and they will make your life a living hell," chimed in Lorelai and Addison.

"I've done this a hundred times, buddy," said Lorelai. "Tell me something I don't know."

"You owe me twenty bucks."

"I'd rather chew off my toes."

"Start chewing. And give me twenty bucks."

"Shut up, Melvin," said the other guy, who was driving. "Let her have her say." He turned around. "Let's hear it. You have to pay us in some way, so either cough it up or we can make…some other arrangement," he said suggestively.

"Addison, I think we are in the presence of an idiot," said Lorelai matter-of-factly.

"Yes, I think we are," she said, reaching out to slap the guy. "Mark Sloan, is that you?"

The guy seemed rather taken aback, but it was hard to tell because he was in the darkness of the car. "Addison?"

"Yes, it's me," she said sarcastically. "Now please let us out of the car before I am forced to kick your sorry butt back to New York. What the hell are you doing here anyway? I can tell you one thing. Last thing I heard, you and Derek were supposed to be studying for midterms. Oh, but wait. You never do that. I knew you were up to something. How did you get here?"

Mark sighed, turned off the ignition, went around the back and opened the door.

"We're letting them out?" asked Melvin. "How am I getting paid?"

"It's on the house, creep," said Mark. "This is Addison. She's my friend from back home. Not to mention that she knows that I'm not supposed to be here, and will most probably kill me."

"This girl?" asked Melvin, jabbing his thumb in their general direction.

"Yes," answered Mark, "THAT girl. She's stronger than she looks."

"I'm with her," Lorelai piped up, getting out of the car. "Bye Algae-Boy. Try not to slip over yourself when you get out."

"What?" he snapped, but she had gotten out of the car.

"Anyway," said Mark, closing the car and locking it. "Why are you here, Addison?"

"Don't dance around the point," snapped Addison. "What are you doing here? Answer me first."

Mark shrugged, amused. "You know I love you when you're angry."

Lorelai couldn't stand it anymore. She started laughing hysterically.

"Answer me, Mark."

"Fine. My folks are fighting and I heard about the party so I decided to come here."

"Where's Derek?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"You're his best friend. You're inseparable. Where is he?"

"Seriously, I don't know."

Addison rolled her eyes, and spotted Lorelai, who was now doubled over laughing.

"Wow, I seriously picked the wrong place to get born," she laughed.

"I'm sorry, Lorelai," said Addison. She turned to see Mark. "Meet Mark Sloan, aka Scum of Earth."

"I'm her friend from New York," Mark said warmly, shaking her hand firmly. "Now, who are you? I would love to know," he said suggestively.

"Are you hitting on me?" said Lorelai. "Because if you did, that was probably the worst I have ever seen."

"Oh, please, you love me. You can't know me and not love me."

"Watch me," giggled Lorelai.

"With pleasure."

Lorelai shook him back, equally as firm as he had been.

"I predict a very long future for you, filled with empty women, loneliness, and bad country music, though you don't really care, do you?" She dropped his hand.

"Where'd you pick this one up?" asked Mark, looking at Addison. "She's vicious."

"My parents were going to some high-society party with hers," answered Addison. "This is the first sane person I had talked to all night."

"I like her."

"You WOULD like her."

"LET'S CALL A TRUCE," said Lorelai, a little louder than necessary.

"Fine," said Mark. He held out his arm to Lorelai and Addison. "Shall we?"

Lorelai pushed his arm down. "Buddy, I just met you."

Addison, however, took it, briefly. She let go when they got to the door.

Someone was standing there and taking names. "Hi, Myra," said Lorelai.

"Oh, Lorelai, come on in," said the girl, whose hair was dyed a shocking shade of blue. "You two, however," she said, staring at Mark and Addison. "Sorry, I'm going to need your names. Especially tonight, since Mara decided to try out the curling iron tonight, and she can't use one of those to save her life. She's in a bad mood. I suggest running for cover."

"I'm Mark Sloan, and this is Addison Montgomery. We're old friends from New York."

"Yeah," the girl said, scanning the list. "I was told that you might come. Come on in. Lorelai can show you where everything is. There's a spin the bottle game starting in about…" She checked her watch. "Fifteen minutes. I assume you two know the rules?" she asked, staring down the two New Yorkers.

"Yes," they chimed.

"Okay," she said. "I'm guessing that all three of you are probably not supposed to be here, so congratulations. Have a good night."

"You too, Myra," they all chimed again.

"Did she say 'spin the bottle'?" asked Mark.

"Shut up."


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