Just One Week… Part Twelve
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: We're sorry that this has taken so long. We always say "don't worry, the next one will be up soon" but then life gets crazy again and it's a week before there's time to upload. Maybe if we don't promise to update soon, then we will, you know what I mean? Moving on, 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 TWELVE:
Cut to Rory and Lane, getting dressed for their final evening in New York. Rory is sitting on the bed painting her nails. She has the phone propped between her shoulder and head, and every couple seconds she grunts or says a word. Lane is running around the hotel room, trying to decide what to wear.
Rory: Right... Huh... Yeah...
Lane: Hey, Ror, can I wear your green skirt?
(Rory nods)
Rory: Huh... Really?... No...
Lane plops down on the bed next to Rory, and switches the phone to speaker phone. Rory continues to grunt or comment every few seconds... Throughout the course of Lorelai's monologue, Rory and Lane both are able to get completely dressed and ready to go. By the end, they're both sitting on the bed again, next to the phone.
Lorelai (all run on... very seldom breathing): ...and then Michel tried to tell me that he actually has friends somewhere but they never call him. And he thinks I'm an overbearing mother. I don't know how he got that, but whatever, he's a silly man anyways. I was talking to Luke just after that and he was telling me how I have to hire a new chef because Jackson won't let Sookie work while she's pregnant and he can't leave Jess at the diner for the next 7 months, plus he says he doesn't know how to cook fancy stuff, so I talked to Sookie and she's gonna interview some candidates because she knows what we need for kitchen staff moreso than I do, and then we'll re-interview the top contenders later and maybe I'll talk to Mia about a wage for the replacement, ooh I should write that down, and then Sookie had to leave for some sort of appointment. I was bugging Luke in the kitchen later and he's making me go to Mom and Dad's tonight, but he was acting like a 5 year old and going 'No, No, No, No' whenever I said anything to him so I asked him if he loved me and he wouldn't say no so I kept bugging him and I was singing and now I have perfect ammunition to use for whenever I want coffee—
Rory: Wait, wait, wait, Mom. Did you say that Luke told you he loves you?
Lorelai: When did I say that?
Rory: Just a second-
Lorelai: Oh no! He didn't say he loves me. He just can't say that he doesn't love me.
Rory: What's the difference?
Lorelai: There's tons of difference. Anyways, thanks for calling me babe, but I really don't have time to talk.
Rory: OK Mom. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow.
Lorelai: Bye cupcake.
Lane: Bye Lorelai.
Lorelai: Bye muffin.
(Lorelai hangs up)
Lane: Since when did she call me muffin?
Rory: I dunno. I guess she was just on a food in cups kick.
Lane: Right. Anyways, our reservation for dinner is at 6, so we should probably go now.
Rory: Did you call a taxi?
Lane: Not yet.
Rory: I'm just gonna go to the washroom for a minute. Why don't you call a taxi?
Lane: Gotcha.
Cut to Lorelai sitting in her bedroom. What appears to be her entire wardrobe is flung across the room. She is on the phone.
Lorelai: But I know it's in here somewhere. I swear, I just wore it the other day.
Sookie: Honey, what is it again that you were looking for?
Lorelai: My green skirt.
Sookie: Which one?
Lorelai: You know, the one that's kinda shimmery. It's kinda a dark green but sorta lightish. And if the light reflects right then it looks like it has a reddish colour to it.
Sookie: Oh- is it the one from that store, upstairs, in Hartford?
Lorelai: YES! That one!
Sookie: And didn't you buy it right before Rory's birthday?
Lorelai: Umm... yes!
Sookie: And wasn't it one of your presents for her?
Lorelai: Ah- you're right!
Sookie: So then why would it be in your closet?
Lorelai: I'm already headed to Rory's room.
Sookie: Good luck there.
Lorelai: Thanks babe.
Sookie: Can I ask why the big commotion for a certain skirt when you're just going to your parents for a Friday night supper?
Lorelai: It's not just my parent's house... it's the house I grew up in. There are many memories there...
Sookie: Of course, hon. I just don't remember you ever really caring what you wore there. Usually Rory has to verbally spar with you for ten minutes before you take off Porn Star t-shirt. I guess I just don't remember you wanting to look pretty for them.
Lorelai: Hey, I always look pretty, remember. And what's wrong with a girl wanting to remind her parents of how great a job they did.
Sookie: Are they setting you up with someone?
Lorelai: What?
Sookie: Do they have a date for you?
Lorelai: My parents? Gosh, no! At least I hope not...
Sookie: OK, sorry. I just thought you might have been getting dressed up for a guy.
Lorelai: huh... hey Sook, I'm done with this closet, and it's not here either.
Sookie: Maybe she took it with her.
Lorelai: Where?
Sookie: To New York.
Lorelai: She must have. Darn. Why does she always take the good clothes? I guess it'll be a Porn Star night tonight.
Sookie: Maybe you should wear the Rock Star tonight... save the Porn Star for next week. Ya know, ease your parents into it.
Lorelai: Oh I get it. Two mild coronaries, rather than one massive attack.
Sookie: Yeah. Hey babe, Jackson's parents just got here. I have to go.
Lorelai: Ok, have a good night.
Sookie: You too sweetie.
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: We're sorry that this has taken so long. We always say "don't worry, the next one will be up soon" but then life gets crazy again and it's a week before there's time to upload. Maybe if we don't promise to update soon, then we will, you know what I mean? Moving on, 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 TWELVE:
Cut to Rory and Lane, getting dressed for their final evening in New York. Rory is sitting on the bed painting her nails. She has the phone propped between her shoulder and head, and every couple seconds she grunts or says a word. Lane is running around the hotel room, trying to decide what to wear.
Rory: Right... Huh... Yeah...
Lane: Hey, Ror, can I wear your green skirt?
(Rory nods)
Rory: Huh... Really?... No...
Lane plops down on the bed next to Rory, and switches the phone to speaker phone. Rory continues to grunt or comment every few seconds... Throughout the course of Lorelai's monologue, Rory and Lane both are able to get completely dressed and ready to go. By the end, they're both sitting on the bed again, next to the phone.
Lorelai (all run on... very seldom breathing): ...and then Michel tried to tell me that he actually has friends somewhere but they never call him. And he thinks I'm an overbearing mother. I don't know how he got that, but whatever, he's a silly man anyways. I was talking to Luke just after that and he was telling me how I have to hire a new chef because Jackson won't let Sookie work while she's pregnant and he can't leave Jess at the diner for the next 7 months, plus he says he doesn't know how to cook fancy stuff, so I talked to Sookie and she's gonna interview some candidates because she knows what we need for kitchen staff moreso than I do, and then we'll re-interview the top contenders later and maybe I'll talk to Mia about a wage for the replacement, ooh I should write that down, and then Sookie had to leave for some sort of appointment. I was bugging Luke in the kitchen later and he's making me go to Mom and Dad's tonight, but he was acting like a 5 year old and going 'No, No, No, No' whenever I said anything to him so I asked him if he loved me and he wouldn't say no so I kept bugging him and I was singing and now I have perfect ammunition to use for whenever I want coffee—
Rory: Wait, wait, wait, Mom. Did you say that Luke told you he loves you?
Lorelai: When did I say that?
Rory: Just a second-
Lorelai: Oh no! He didn't say he loves me. He just can't say that he doesn't love me.
Rory: What's the difference?
Lorelai: There's tons of difference. Anyways, thanks for calling me babe, but I really don't have time to talk.
Rory: OK Mom. I love you. I'll see you tomorrow.
Lorelai: Bye cupcake.
Lane: Bye Lorelai.
Lorelai: Bye muffin.
(Lorelai hangs up)
Lane: Since when did she call me muffin?
Rory: I dunno. I guess she was just on a food in cups kick.
Lane: Right. Anyways, our reservation for dinner is at 6, so we should probably go now.
Rory: Did you call a taxi?
Lane: Not yet.
Rory: I'm just gonna go to the washroom for a minute. Why don't you call a taxi?
Lane: Gotcha.
Cut to Lorelai sitting in her bedroom. What appears to be her entire wardrobe is flung across the room. She is on the phone.
Lorelai: But I know it's in here somewhere. I swear, I just wore it the other day.
Sookie: Honey, what is it again that you were looking for?
Lorelai: My green skirt.
Sookie: Which one?
Lorelai: You know, the one that's kinda shimmery. It's kinda a dark green but sorta lightish. And if the light reflects right then it looks like it has a reddish colour to it.
Sookie: Oh- is it the one from that store, upstairs, in Hartford?
Lorelai: YES! That one!
Sookie: And didn't you buy it right before Rory's birthday?
Lorelai: Umm... yes!
Sookie: And wasn't it one of your presents for her?
Lorelai: Ah- you're right!
Sookie: So then why would it be in your closet?
Lorelai: I'm already headed to Rory's room.
Sookie: Good luck there.
Lorelai: Thanks babe.
Sookie: Can I ask why the big commotion for a certain skirt when you're just going to your parents for a Friday night supper?
Lorelai: It's not just my parent's house... it's the house I grew up in. There are many memories there...
Sookie: Of course, hon. I just don't remember you ever really caring what you wore there. Usually Rory has to verbally spar with you for ten minutes before you take off Porn Star t-shirt. I guess I just don't remember you wanting to look pretty for them.
Lorelai: Hey, I always look pretty, remember. And what's wrong with a girl wanting to remind her parents of how great a job they did.
Sookie: Are they setting you up with someone?
Lorelai: What?
Sookie: Do they have a date for you?
Lorelai: My parents? Gosh, no! At least I hope not...
Sookie: OK, sorry. I just thought you might have been getting dressed up for a guy.
Lorelai: huh... hey Sook, I'm done with this closet, and it's not here either.
Sookie: Maybe she took it with her.
Lorelai: Where?
Sookie: To New York.
Lorelai: She must have. Darn. Why does she always take the good clothes? I guess it'll be a Porn Star night tonight.
Sookie: Maybe you should wear the Rock Star tonight... save the Porn Star for next week. Ya know, ease your parents into it.
Lorelai: Oh I get it. Two mild coronaries, rather than one massive attack.
Sookie: Yeah. Hey babe, Jackson's parents just got here. I have to go.
Lorelai: Ok, have a good night.
Sookie: You too sweetie.