N/way, it's Feb 3rd! My B-DAY! Yup, I'm turning 17 today! Lol...
N/other reason why I haven't written this chapter sooner was because I have a new interest now (since around X-mas): LOTR! I've read both the books and seen the movie! E. Wood is sooo...He's got killers eyes! N what about Orlando Bloom... *sigh* (starts daydreaming about Elijah.)
2. Do You Remember Your Last Name?
"A party? Really?! I can't wait!"
"Lane, you do remember what your last name is, right?"
"Yeah, it's Kim, why do you.... Oh, never mind, I get the point...What am I going to do? I mean, I haven't seen Henry for, like, two weeks now, even if we 'call' each other often."
"Don't worry, Paris is coming over at around two to try to convince your mom."
"Riiiight...."
"Look, we'll do what we can, alright?!"
"What are the chances that- Lane! -You hear that? Gotta go. Bye!"
"Right, I'll see you in an hour or so. Bye!"
"I hope you know what you're doing Gellar."
"Trust me. I'm not Paris Gellar for nothing."
The two girls fell silent as they entered the antique store.
"Lane?"
"Pinky!"
Rory chuckled slightly before walking toward a hideous bright fuschia sofa, followed by a rather confused but equally amused Paris.
"Hey Rory, Paris!"
Paris smiled back.
"How can you live with this? And you've even given this thing a name!"
"Hey, I was born to do it! Ok, I seriously have no idea how I manage but as for the name... well this dear thing as been here ever since I can remember so I've given it a name."
"The Kim's never got to sell it 'cause nobody wants it." Rory smirked.
"So, you're here to convince my mom?"
"What do you think? That I'm here to tap dance?"
"You do know what my last name is, right?"
"Anywaaayyyyy.... Where's your mother, Lane Kim?"
"She's-"
"Lane! You are supposed to be working, not talking!"
"Still need me to answer?" the girl asked, before turning to her mother.
"But mama, I was only-"
"No 'but'. Clean this place up!"
"I cleaned it a hour ago!"
"No place is ever clean enough!"
"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Kim?" Paris interrupted, trying to hide her amusement.
"Yes. Who are you?"
"I'm Paris Gellar a friend of Rory Gilmore and your daughter and-"
"What do you want? Talk faster, I have work to do."
"Well, I'm hosting a p... reception this Saturday and I'm inviting your daughter-"
"No."
"Mrs. Kim, I really want Lane to meet some good friends of mine who are... studying to become doctors! I've got some very good contacts that could be useful for her future."
"Will there be any boys?"
"No! Of course not!" Rory answered.
"Then... At what time?"
"Oh... about 7pm?"
"What? That is too late. No she is not going."
Rory saw her best friend slightly slumping in defeat and cast her an apologic glance. But then Paris back with another idea.
"Um... That's too bad... My parents are collectors and they love antiques... Oh well, we'll be going Mrs. Kim. It was nice too meet y-"
"At what time will that reception of yours be already?" the elderly Kim asked, in a rather sweet voice this time.
"Around 7."
"Alright, she can go."
A smile illuminated the three teens' face.
"Well, we'll be on our way. Goodbye Mrs. Kim, bye Lane!" Rory said.
"Bye!"
"Be sure to come back with your parents!"
"Yes mam. Goodbye, it was nice to meet you."
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So, like it or not? i'll only continue if i get enough good reviews.
Feb. 3rd, 2002.
-ViNguyen