Just One Week… Part Five
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
Another Authors' Note: This fan fic is written as a script. A script is vastly different than a novel, or anything that reads like a book. Basically, this is them talking, you make the voices in your head (or out loud, but we're not gonna go there) and you imagine what the setting looks like in your mind. Enjoy, and really- making the voices helps.
Special Post-Authors' Note: If you pay lots of attention, you'll notice that the talking parts have names before them. Any actions or scene changes have no name before them, because they are not intended to be spoken.
PART FIVE:
Cut to Lorelai and Luke in Luke's Diner. Lorelai is staring at the phone.
Lorelai: I don't know if I should be proud or scared out of my mind…
Luke: Well, she is her mother's daughter.
Lorelai: I wonder where that accent is from.
Luke: She has an accent?
Lorelai: Did you say something?
Luke: Yes. Since when did Rory have an accent?
Lorelai: Rory? She doesn't have an accent.
Luke: You said something about an accent.
Lorelai: I did? Oh yeah. Rory doesn't have an accent. It's the guys they're meeting that have accents. I think. But I only heard one speak. I assume there's two of them.
Luke: That would be the logical assumption… Wait- Guys? Meeting? New York City? Sounds like a bad combination to me.
Lorelai: Not helping right now.
Luke: OK- change topic?
Lorelai: Yes! Temporarily…
Luke: I can't believe you lost the phone numbers so quickly…
Cut to Lane and Rory, later that night, stepping out of a limo.
Rory: Thanks for the night, boys.
Lane: Yeah it was great.
Eriq (with heavy accent): So next time we go to where you are from. This little town?
Rory: Definitely. Call us if you're ever in Connecticut.
Lane: Bye.
Rory and Lane disappear through the revolving doors.
Shane: Did they ever tell us which Connecticut town they're from?
Eriq: Is Connecticut not a town?
Shane: Well, at least we have their number. You did get Rory's digits, right?
Eriq: Room 918, remember?
Shane: I need new friends.
Cut to Rory and Lane re-entering their hotel room.
Rory: I love foreign men.
Lane: Bell-boys have nothing worthwhile to contribute to a conversation.
Rory: He seemed sweet.
Lane: Like a penny candy you buy at camp. Unfortunately, they don't tell you that those penny candies have been sitting around since camp last year and would shatter into pieces if you touch them.
Rory: Are you saying you were trying to touch him?
Lane: No!
Rory: He shatters?
Lane: Totally not following my analogy here.
Rory: You're getting mad aren't you? I love it when you're mad.
Lane: Haha. Funny. Hey we have a message.
Rory: Why don't you call the front desk?
Lane: Gotcha! (dials) Yeah, hi. Room 918. I think I have a message.
Taylor, the receptionist: More like seven messages.
Lane: Seven? Form who?
Taylor: Uh, three from a Lorelai, two from a Luke, one from a Mrs. Danes, and one from a Trixie. Do you want the numbers? Oh wait, Trixie and Mrs. Danes are the same number. So there's only three numbers. You want them?
Lane: No, um… thanks though. Did they leave anything else with the numbers?
Taylor: The first two were emergencies, the next three were urgent, and the one was a call immediately, and the last one was a threat that contained words I couldn't write down. My pen doesn't go that fast.
Lane: Thank you.
Taylor: If you don't mind me asking… who's this Trixie lady… and does she live in New York?
Lane: Bye! (hangs up)
Rory (emerges from bathroom in pj's): Who was it from?
Lane: I think your Mom married Luke.
Rory: WHAT?
Lane: Either that, or Luke's mom called, and her name is Trixie.
Cut to Luke and Lorelai at Luke's. Lorelai is perched on the counter drinking out of the coffee pot.
Luke (comes out from the back): Ew, Lor, that's gross.
Lorelai: What? (hands him the tea pot) Don't knock it if ya ain't tried it.
Luke: I take it Rory hasn't called.
Lorelai: Nope. And it's been 4 hours, 38 minutes and counting since she hung up on me.
Luke: Ok, people are thinking we're still open. Let's go upstairs.
Lorelai: Are you trying to seduce me, Lucas?
Luke: Since when did you call me Lucas?
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
Another Authors' Note: This fan fic is written as a script. A script is vastly different than a novel, or anything that reads like a book. Basically, this is them talking, you make the voices in your head (or out loud, but we're not gonna go there) and you imagine what the setting looks like in your mind. Enjoy, and really- making the voices helps.
Special Post-Authors' Note: If you pay lots of attention, you'll notice that the talking parts have names before them. Any actions or scene changes have no name before them, because they are not intended to be spoken.
PART FIVE:
Cut to Lorelai and Luke in Luke's Diner. Lorelai is staring at the phone.
Lorelai: I don't know if I should be proud or scared out of my mind…
Luke: Well, she is her mother's daughter.
Lorelai: I wonder where that accent is from.
Luke: She has an accent?
Lorelai: Did you say something?
Luke: Yes. Since when did Rory have an accent?
Lorelai: Rory? She doesn't have an accent.
Luke: You said something about an accent.
Lorelai: I did? Oh yeah. Rory doesn't have an accent. It's the guys they're meeting that have accents. I think. But I only heard one speak. I assume there's two of them.
Luke: That would be the logical assumption… Wait- Guys? Meeting? New York City? Sounds like a bad combination to me.
Lorelai: Not helping right now.
Luke: OK- change topic?
Lorelai: Yes! Temporarily…
Luke: I can't believe you lost the phone numbers so quickly…
Cut to Lane and Rory, later that night, stepping out of a limo.
Rory: Thanks for the night, boys.
Lane: Yeah it was great.
Eriq (with heavy accent): So next time we go to where you are from. This little town?
Rory: Definitely. Call us if you're ever in Connecticut.
Lane: Bye.
Rory and Lane disappear through the revolving doors.
Shane: Did they ever tell us which Connecticut town they're from?
Eriq: Is Connecticut not a town?
Shane: Well, at least we have their number. You did get Rory's digits, right?
Eriq: Room 918, remember?
Shane: I need new friends.
Cut to Rory and Lane re-entering their hotel room.
Rory: I love foreign men.
Lane: Bell-boys have nothing worthwhile to contribute to a conversation.
Rory: He seemed sweet.
Lane: Like a penny candy you buy at camp. Unfortunately, they don't tell you that those penny candies have been sitting around since camp last year and would shatter into pieces if you touch them.
Rory: Are you saying you were trying to touch him?
Lane: No!
Rory: He shatters?
Lane: Totally not following my analogy here.
Rory: You're getting mad aren't you? I love it when you're mad.
Lane: Haha. Funny. Hey we have a message.
Rory: Why don't you call the front desk?
Lane: Gotcha! (dials) Yeah, hi. Room 918. I think I have a message.
Taylor, the receptionist: More like seven messages.
Lane: Seven? Form who?
Taylor: Uh, three from a Lorelai, two from a Luke, one from a Mrs. Danes, and one from a Trixie. Do you want the numbers? Oh wait, Trixie and Mrs. Danes are the same number. So there's only three numbers. You want them?
Lane: No, um… thanks though. Did they leave anything else with the numbers?
Taylor: The first two were emergencies, the next three were urgent, and the one was a call immediately, and the last one was a threat that contained words I couldn't write down. My pen doesn't go that fast.
Lane: Thank you.
Taylor: If you don't mind me asking… who's this Trixie lady… and does she live in New York?
Lane: Bye! (hangs up)
Rory (emerges from bathroom in pj's): Who was it from?
Lane: I think your Mom married Luke.
Rory: WHAT?
Lane: Either that, or Luke's mom called, and her name is Trixie.
Cut to Luke and Lorelai at Luke's. Lorelai is perched on the counter drinking out of the coffee pot.
Luke (comes out from the back): Ew, Lor, that's gross.
Lorelai: What? (hands him the tea pot) Don't knock it if ya ain't tried it.
Luke: I take it Rory hasn't called.
Lorelai: Nope. And it's been 4 hours, 38 minutes and counting since she hung up on me.
Luke: Ok, people are thinking we're still open. Let's go upstairs.
Lorelai: Are you trying to seduce me, Lucas?
Luke: Since when did you call me Lucas?