Just One Week… Part Thirteen
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. Sorry updating is taking so long, but the brunette is extremely busy with school, and the blonde's computer went up in flames (no, not literally). Now, on with the show.
PART THIRTEEN:
Cut to Rory and Lane, standing in the foyer of an impressive building, waiting in front of the elevators. (yes, Lane is wearing "the green skirt")
Lane: Just think, we'll be dining with a full view of the city.
Rory: If we're sitting by a window.
Lane: Must you always ruin my fun?
Rory: I'm sorry. We're gonna have an awesome night. Just two Small Town, USA girls out for their last night in Big City, USA.
Lane: You make it sound like we're from hickville.
Rory: Sorry. Hey- you look good in my skirt.
Lane: Why thank you. You look rather ravishing as well.
Rory: My Mom bought me that skirt for my last birthday, but I think that was only her excuse, because she loves it, and she's usually the only one who wears it.
Lane: So you're saying that your Mom bought the skirt for herself and gave it to you for your birthday.
Rory: Basically... she borrows it constantly. I've only worn it twice. Not that it really matters.
Lane: Why?
Rory: Because this dress I look so ravishing in was her birthday present two years ago.
Lane: You two are hysterical. I could just imagine what my Mom would think if I gave her my kind of clothes for her birthday, and then just borrowed them. What's the point? Why don't you just each buy yourself something new for the other person's birthday?
Rory: You can't buy yourself something in celebration over someone else's birthday. And we get each other more than one gift anyways so what does it matter if not all of them are solely for the person whose birthday it is.
DING! (the ornate elevator doors slide open in front of the girls, revealing a large lavishly decorated elevator with plush seats and glass walls that look outside.)
Lane: High class.
Rory: I think they spent more on furnishing this elevator than Mom spent on our whole house.
Lane: Enjoy it while you can. We're only going to the 27th floor.
(elevator begins to ascend)
Rory: Look at the view...
Lane: You know this is probably the last time in our lives that we'll see this view together, just the two of us.
Rory: There's a real pick me up.
Lane: No, seriously. Just think- what are the chances that we'll ever come back to New York together. Just us. I would say slim to none. For the next 5 years we'll be at separate universities. And then we'll get jobs in different cities. Marry guys that will always travel with us. There'll be none of these 'all girl road trips'. If we're even still best friends. I mean, after living in different cities, going to different schools, having different friends, who knows if we'll stick—
Rory: LANE! Shut up. This is our happy last night on the town. You're making it seem like the last time that we'll ever do anything as friends. You know, I'm not sure about you, but I thought that we'd be friends forever. We'd call each other up after classes and talk about our lives... we'd see each other on weekends... we'd have kids that would grow up together and be best friends just like us. But apparently this is the Last Supper.
Lane: I'm sorry, Rory. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that in the near future we won't be seeing each other quite as often as we do right now. And I'm gonna miss having you around every day.
Rory: I'm gonna miss you too, Lane. But we're still going to be best friends.
DING! The ornate elevator doors slide open in front of the girls, revealing a ritzy restaurant lobby.
Lane: This place is beautiful.
Rory: I hope the food's good.
Lane: I hope you brought Lorelai's Mastercard.
Rory: Of course, and I brought the big purse too.
Cut to Lorelai running into Luke's diner.
Lorelai: Luke! Rory called me! We talked for a— woah!
Luke: What?
Lorelai: Luke, you look, umm… ummm… good. Yeah. Good. You look good.
Luke: Well, I though this is a dress up kind of thing.
Lorelai unbuttons her coat and meekly gestures to her shirt.
Luke: Rock Star?? I thought you would've gone all out… ya know… at least Porn Star.
Lorelai: Actually, I'm planning on going for the Britney Spears look. My saran wrap and stilettos are in the jeep.
Luke: Too much information.
Lorelai: So why did you decide to come? Was it my wit? My charm? My highly underrated good looks?
Luke: Actually, I think it was more of the fear of you and the endless caffeine running through your bloodstream.
Lorelai: Silly Lukie! Caffeine doesn't go through your blood.
Luke: Are we leaving yet?
Lorelai: Now who's giving up too easily?
Luke: I'm saving my energy for refereeing the battle between you and your folks in regards to your attire.
Lorelai: A few good punches and she'll be out cold.
Luke: More food for us then, hey?
Lorelai: Yup!
Luke: Let's go get in the jeep and drive back to your house.
Lorelai: Why do we need to go there?
Luke: Because I'm in a suit and you're a rock star. And there's no way I'm changing. Do you know how long it took me to get ready?
Lorelai: Woah- Twilight Zone flashback.
Luke: Sorry— let's try this again. We're going back to your place because you convinced me to come with you, somehow, and it is the first time I am joining you at your parents house, and I really don't want them in nasty moods. Hating me usually takes awhile, I don't want it happening within the first hello.
Lorelai: Why would you care what my parents think of you? I never do.
Luke: Lorelai…let's go.
Lorelai: Fine, but I'm warning you. The only other clean article of clothing that is in my house is my Porn Star shirt…so it's this one or that one.
Luke: When's the last time you did laundry?
Lorelai: Well, Rory usually helps with that…
Luke: Lor…
Lorelai: The washing machine doesn't like me?
Luke: Try again.
Lorelai: Aliens abducted my washer and dryer.
Luke: One more try.
Lorelai: I ran out of food and had to eat the laundry detergent. It was lemony.
Luke: Okay, let's try this again…when was the last time you did laundry?
Lorelai: When did Rory leave? 3 Days ago…??
Luke: Try 6.
Lorelai: Nooo…it couldn't have been THAT long ago. But that would explain why I'm out of clothes, wouldn't it?
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. Sorry updating is taking so long, but the brunette is extremely busy with school, and the blonde's computer went up in flames (no, not literally). Now, on with the show.
PART THIRTEEN:
Cut to Rory and Lane, standing in the foyer of an impressive building, waiting in front of the elevators. (yes, Lane is wearing "the green skirt")
Lane: Just think, we'll be dining with a full view of the city.
Rory: If we're sitting by a window.
Lane: Must you always ruin my fun?
Rory: I'm sorry. We're gonna have an awesome night. Just two Small Town, USA girls out for their last night in Big City, USA.
Lane: You make it sound like we're from hickville.
Rory: Sorry. Hey- you look good in my skirt.
Lane: Why thank you. You look rather ravishing as well.
Rory: My Mom bought me that skirt for my last birthday, but I think that was only her excuse, because she loves it, and she's usually the only one who wears it.
Lane: So you're saying that your Mom bought the skirt for herself and gave it to you for your birthday.
Rory: Basically... she borrows it constantly. I've only worn it twice. Not that it really matters.
Lane: Why?
Rory: Because this dress I look so ravishing in was her birthday present two years ago.
Lane: You two are hysterical. I could just imagine what my Mom would think if I gave her my kind of clothes for her birthday, and then just borrowed them. What's the point? Why don't you just each buy yourself something new for the other person's birthday?
Rory: You can't buy yourself something in celebration over someone else's birthday. And we get each other more than one gift anyways so what does it matter if not all of them are solely for the person whose birthday it is.
DING! (the ornate elevator doors slide open in front of the girls, revealing a large lavishly decorated elevator with plush seats and glass walls that look outside.)
Lane: High class.
Rory: I think they spent more on furnishing this elevator than Mom spent on our whole house.
Lane: Enjoy it while you can. We're only going to the 27th floor.
(elevator begins to ascend)
Rory: Look at the view...
Lane: You know this is probably the last time in our lives that we'll see this view together, just the two of us.
Rory: There's a real pick me up.
Lane: No, seriously. Just think- what are the chances that we'll ever come back to New York together. Just us. I would say slim to none. For the next 5 years we'll be at separate universities. And then we'll get jobs in different cities. Marry guys that will always travel with us. There'll be none of these 'all girl road trips'. If we're even still best friends. I mean, after living in different cities, going to different schools, having different friends, who knows if we'll stick—
Rory: LANE! Shut up. This is our happy last night on the town. You're making it seem like the last time that we'll ever do anything as friends. You know, I'm not sure about you, but I thought that we'd be friends forever. We'd call each other up after classes and talk about our lives... we'd see each other on weekends... we'd have kids that would grow up together and be best friends just like us. But apparently this is the Last Supper.
Lane: I'm sorry, Rory. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that in the near future we won't be seeing each other quite as often as we do right now. And I'm gonna miss having you around every day.
Rory: I'm gonna miss you too, Lane. But we're still going to be best friends.
DING! The ornate elevator doors slide open in front of the girls, revealing a ritzy restaurant lobby.
Lane: This place is beautiful.
Rory: I hope the food's good.
Lane: I hope you brought Lorelai's Mastercard.
Rory: Of course, and I brought the big purse too.
Cut to Lorelai running into Luke's diner.
Lorelai: Luke! Rory called me! We talked for a— woah!
Luke: What?
Lorelai: Luke, you look, umm… ummm… good. Yeah. Good. You look good.
Luke: Well, I though this is a dress up kind of thing.
Lorelai unbuttons her coat and meekly gestures to her shirt.
Luke: Rock Star?? I thought you would've gone all out… ya know… at least Porn Star.
Lorelai: Actually, I'm planning on going for the Britney Spears look. My saran wrap and stilettos are in the jeep.
Luke: Too much information.
Lorelai: So why did you decide to come? Was it my wit? My charm? My highly underrated good looks?
Luke: Actually, I think it was more of the fear of you and the endless caffeine running through your bloodstream.
Lorelai: Silly Lukie! Caffeine doesn't go through your blood.
Luke: Are we leaving yet?
Lorelai: Now who's giving up too easily?
Luke: I'm saving my energy for refereeing the battle between you and your folks in regards to your attire.
Lorelai: A few good punches and she'll be out cold.
Luke: More food for us then, hey?
Lorelai: Yup!
Luke: Let's go get in the jeep and drive back to your house.
Lorelai: Why do we need to go there?
Luke: Because I'm in a suit and you're a rock star. And there's no way I'm changing. Do you know how long it took me to get ready?
Lorelai: Woah- Twilight Zone flashback.
Luke: Sorry— let's try this again. We're going back to your place because you convinced me to come with you, somehow, and it is the first time I am joining you at your parents house, and I really don't want them in nasty moods. Hating me usually takes awhile, I don't want it happening within the first hello.
Lorelai: Why would you care what my parents think of you? I never do.
Luke: Lorelai…let's go.
Lorelai: Fine, but I'm warning you. The only other clean article of clothing that is in my house is my Porn Star shirt…so it's this one or that one.
Luke: When's the last time you did laundry?
Lorelai: Well, Rory usually helps with that…
Luke: Lor…
Lorelai: The washing machine doesn't like me?
Luke: Try again.
Lorelai: Aliens abducted my washer and dryer.
Luke: One more try.
Lorelai: I ran out of food and had to eat the laundry detergent. It was lemony.
Luke: Okay, let's try this again…when was the last time you did laundry?
Lorelai: When did Rory leave? 3 Days ago…??
Luke: Try 6.
Lorelai: Nooo…it couldn't have been THAT long ago. But that would explain why I'm out of clothes, wouldn't it?