Well, here's one I haven't updated for a lllllllooooooooonnnnnnngggggggg time. I figured that if I put another chapter up I might get reviews. 24? Come on people. Some of you get 107 reviews for 8 chapters. That should mean at least 53.5 (is there such thing?) reviews for 4 chapters. If you review I'll be your best friend. Promise. By the way, I don't own them. I don't feel like writing their vows, so this is after the wedding at the reception. (At the inn.) This isn't going to be in Lai's point of view anymore. It's going to be third person.
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Michel winced at the loud music coming from the dining room. Rory and Dean hadn't arrived yet, and therefore the soft, romantic music had yet to come. He couldn't wait until they got here. He wanted to sort the mail in peace.
The front door to the inn finally opened, and Michel looked up in the hopes of seeing the "happy couple." Instead he found a different couple. They both looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place them. He could, however, tell that they DEFINITLEY didn't want to be there. They had been standing at the front door for about two minutes, and they had yet to close the door, a trait that Michel found EXTREMELY annoying, because it was letting all the snow in.
He could sense that they were arguing, but he still chose to approach them. As he neared he realized who the man was, Lorelai's former fiancé. What was his name? Ah yes, Max. Max Medina. "Well, this certainly shall be interesting," he said under his breath. "If you would please shut the door, the mail is getting very wet, and I am getting very annoyed," he said.
"One minute, Michel," it was the woman who addressed him, and he looked at her more closely. It was Rachel, Luke's ex-girlfriend. The two continued arguing, only now he could hear him.
"I'm not staying here. What if we run into Lorelai?" Max said.
"We have just as much chance of running into Luke, besides, this is the only place within thirty miles, and I'm not going to sleep in the car."
"Fine." Max turned to Michel. "We need a room."
His only response was an exasperated "follow me," and a quick walk to the desk. As if on cue Lorelai and Luke stepped into the inn just as Michel was handing Rachel the key.
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Next chapter soon. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
By the way, I'm currently working on a new fic titled "The magic of Paris (France, not Geller)" It should be good.
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Michel winced at the loud music coming from the dining room. Rory and Dean hadn't arrived yet, and therefore the soft, romantic music had yet to come. He couldn't wait until they got here. He wanted to sort the mail in peace.
The front door to the inn finally opened, and Michel looked up in the hopes of seeing the "happy couple." Instead he found a different couple. They both looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place them. He could, however, tell that they DEFINITLEY didn't want to be there. They had been standing at the front door for about two minutes, and they had yet to close the door, a trait that Michel found EXTREMELY annoying, because it was letting all the snow in.
He could sense that they were arguing, but he still chose to approach them. As he neared he realized who the man was, Lorelai's former fiancé. What was his name? Ah yes, Max. Max Medina. "Well, this certainly shall be interesting," he said under his breath. "If you would please shut the door, the mail is getting very wet, and I am getting very annoyed," he said.
"One minute, Michel," it was the woman who addressed him, and he looked at her more closely. It was Rachel, Luke's ex-girlfriend. The two continued arguing, only now he could hear him.
"I'm not staying here. What if we run into Lorelai?" Max said.
"We have just as much chance of running into Luke, besides, this is the only place within thirty miles, and I'm not going to sleep in the car."
"Fine." Max turned to Michel. "We need a room."
His only response was an exasperated "follow me," and a quick walk to the desk. As if on cue Lorelai and Luke stepped into the inn just as Michel was handing Rachel the key.
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Next chapter soon. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
By the way, I'm currently working on a new fic titled "The magic of Paris (France, not Geller)" It should be good.