Just One Week… Part Eleven
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this, or any, 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 A/N: Sorry that this has taken so long. And that it's short. The next chapter will be up shortly. I know that we said that last time too, but this time we mean it. Promise. Thank you to those who have reviewed our fanfic, we love hearing from you, keep it up. Once again, thank you, and good night.
PART ELEVEN:
Cut to Rory and Lane, sitting in a little restaurant.
Lane: Lunch in a little unheard of restaurant in New York City. Who knew?
Rory: Yeah. Well, it's our day. What do you feel like doing tonight?
Lane: Movie?
Rory: We can do that back home.
Lane: Yeah. Theatre?
Rory: Too expensive.
Lane: I know. Let's find a little concert with some unknown band and then when they became famous in 5 years we'll have great stories to tell about how we know the band.
Rory: How does going to one concert entitle us to claim 'knowing' the band.
Lane: You're ruining my fun.
Rory: Sorry. Concert sounds great. What kind of music?
Lane: I dunno. Let's ask the waiter.
Cut to Lorelai entering the kitchen of the Independance Inn, where Luke has everybody working, quietly, calmly and efficiently.
Lorelai: Woah- why's it so dull in here today?
Luke (without looking up): It's not dull. We're all working. Put down the coffee.
Lorelai: How do you always know? Is it a sixth sense thing?
Luke (walks over to Lorelai): No, it's because I can hear every cell in your body screaming 'Don't let her do it! She's killing us!'
Lorelai: You've gotten really weird in the past week.
Luke: I think I'm hanging out with you too much.
Lorelai: There can never be enough Lorelai in anyone's life. Anyways, I wanted to ask if I could take you out to dinner tonight. As a thank-you for helping out around here.
Luke: Nope.
Lorelai: What? Rejected! Why?
Luke: Cuz it's Friday. You have to go to your parents.
Lorelai: No!! They'll never notice if I miss one week. Please Lukie, don't make me go.
Luke: Nice try.
Lorelai: Wait- it's perfect! You can come with me.
Luke: No.
Lorelai: That way they won't bombard me as much.
Luke: No.
Lorelai: It'll be fun!
Luke: No.
Lorelai: I take you out for drinks after...
Luke: No.
Lorelai: Fine, we'll go for drinks before hand, but trust me, it's not as safe as waiting until after.
Luke: No.
Lorelai: You sound like a five year old. Please come!
Luke: No.
Lorelai: Don't you love me?
Luke: N... um.
Lorelai (melodramatic gasp, then sings): 'You love me. You want to hug me. You want to kiss me. Love me and marry me.'
Luke: I knew watching that movie with you was a mistake.
Lorelai: Yes, it was a horrible mistake and to make up for it you can come with me to dinner at my parents.
Luke: No, I can't.
Lorelai: Yes, you can!
Luke: No, I can't!
Lorelai: Don't you love me?
Luke: Lorelai...
Lorelai: Ha! I've found a way to get anything I want out of you!
Luke: No you haven't. I have to go check on the diner.
Lorelai: You can't leave. The poor carrots only half chopped up. Are you really gonna leave it only partially killed? They might sue me for abusive treatment. It's all or nothing, honey.
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this, or any, 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 A/N: Sorry that this has taken so long. And that it's short. The next chapter will be up shortly. I know that we said that last time too, but this time we mean it. Promise. Thank you to those who have reviewed our fanfic, we love hearing from you, keep it up. Once again, thank you, and good night.
PART ELEVEN:
Cut to Rory and Lane, sitting in a little restaurant.
Lane: Lunch in a little unheard of restaurant in New York City. Who knew?
Rory: Yeah. Well, it's our day. What do you feel like doing tonight?
Lane: Movie?
Rory: We can do that back home.
Lane: Yeah. Theatre?
Rory: Too expensive.
Lane: I know. Let's find a little concert with some unknown band and then when they became famous in 5 years we'll have great stories to tell about how we know the band.
Rory: How does going to one concert entitle us to claim 'knowing' the band.
Lane: You're ruining my fun.
Rory: Sorry. Concert sounds great. What kind of music?
Lane: I dunno. Let's ask the waiter.
Cut to Lorelai entering the kitchen of the Independance Inn, where Luke has everybody working, quietly, calmly and efficiently.
Lorelai: Woah- why's it so dull in here today?
Luke (without looking up): It's not dull. We're all working. Put down the coffee.
Lorelai: How do you always know? Is it a sixth sense thing?
Luke (walks over to Lorelai): No, it's because I can hear every cell in your body screaming 'Don't let her do it! She's killing us!'
Lorelai: You've gotten really weird in the past week.
Luke: I think I'm hanging out with you too much.
Lorelai: There can never be enough Lorelai in anyone's life. Anyways, I wanted to ask if I could take you out to dinner tonight. As a thank-you for helping out around here.
Luke: Nope.
Lorelai: What? Rejected! Why?
Luke: Cuz it's Friday. You have to go to your parents.
Lorelai: No!! They'll never notice if I miss one week. Please Lukie, don't make me go.
Luke: Nice try.
Lorelai: Wait- it's perfect! You can come with me.
Luke: No.
Lorelai: That way they won't bombard me as much.
Luke: No.
Lorelai: It'll be fun!
Luke: No.
Lorelai: I take you out for drinks after...
Luke: No.
Lorelai: Fine, we'll go for drinks before hand, but trust me, it's not as safe as waiting until after.
Luke: No.
Lorelai: You sound like a five year old. Please come!
Luke: No.
Lorelai: Don't you love me?
Luke: N... um.
Lorelai (melodramatic gasp, then sings): 'You love me. You want to hug me. You want to kiss me. Love me and marry me.'
Luke: I knew watching that movie with you was a mistake.
Lorelai: Yes, it was a horrible mistake and to make up for it you can come with me to dinner at my parents.
Luke: No, I can't.
Lorelai: Yes, you can!
Luke: No, I can't!
Lorelai: Don't you love me?
Luke: Lorelai...
Lorelai: Ha! I've found a way to get anything I want out of you!
Luke: No you haven't. I have to go check on the diner.
Lorelai: You can't leave. The poor carrots only half chopped up. Are you really gonna leave it only partially killed? They might sue me for abusive treatment. It's all or nothing, honey.