Just One Week… Part Eighteen
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: We haven't received many reviews lately, and fear that we have fallen out of your good graces. So, we don't know if you want us to continue or even care. Please review. We will love you forever. We're currently writing the last couple parts, and would love some input. Now, on with the show. Enjoy.
PART EIGHTEEN:
Cut to Lane and Rory pushing their way through the crowd towards where Christopher was spotted. Rory is in the lead weaving through the mass of people, and she stops when she reaches where they had seen Chris. She looks around for a minute and then sees him, bouncing to the music. She works her way to him and taps him on the shoulder. Chris bounces around, obviously expecting her to be someone else.
Chris: Rory?
Rory: Dad, what are you doing here?
Chris: Why are you in New York?
Rory: I'm here with Lane. What are you doing here?
Chris: Hey Lane. Rory, I can hardly hear you. Let's go talk outside.
Rory, Lane and Christopher push through the mass of bodies to the exit, and finally are thrown up onto the street.
Rory: We're outside, now tell me why you're dancing to angry girl music in an underground club in New York.
Chris: Calm down honey. I can explain.
Rory: Go to it.
Chris: Well you see, Sherry and I are in New York for a vacation. We left Cameron with his aunt in Boston, so that Sher and I could have a vacation just the two of us, before baby number 2 arrives.
Rory: Are you planning on getting to the point or not?
Chris: Sherry's younger sister is in a band.
Rory: What band?
Chris: Angry chick band. The one that's playing tonight.
Rory: So you're saying that my aunt-in-law is in a angry chick band.
Chris: Yeah, she's the drummer.
Lane has been observing this conversation silently up until the point where she heard those three magic words.
Lane: The drummer!! Way cool!!!
Rory: Lane.
Lane: Please Mr. Hayden. You have to introduce me to her.
Chris: I haven't been called Mr. Hayden for as long as I can remember. Call me Chris.
Lane: Ok, ok then, Chris. Come on, hook ups with the band. Please?! I'll beg. If you want me to get on my knees in the middle of this street, I will.
Rory: Lane. Not now.
Lane: Why not? He gave a good excuse. Isn't he off the hook?
Chris: What?
Rory: Aargh. You know what. We need to go. We're driving home tomorrow.
Chris: What hotel are you at? Can Sherry and I meet you for breakfast tomorrow?
Rory: Sure. Holiday Inn. Call my cell in the morning.
Chris: Sounds good.
Lane: Cool. Can you bring the drummer?
Rory: Goodnight Dad.
Chris: Night Rory, Lane.
Rory hugs Chris and gives him a kiss on the cheek. He hails a cab and the girls disappear into the night.
Cut to Lorelai still sitting propped up against the door.
Lorelai: (whispering) Is he gone, Mister Door?
Lorelai sneaks over to the window and tries to peek through the slit in the curtain without moving the curtains. She can't see anything so she moves the curtain slightly. She stops looking on the porch and allows her eyes focus. She is looking into a face that is trying to peer inside the house.
Lorelai: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luke: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lorelai!
Lorelai whips open the door.
Luke: You scared the heck out of me.
Lorelai: The feeling is mutual. I could have you arrested you know. Sheriff Bob thinks I'm cute.
Luke: We don't have a sheriff.
Lorelai: You were staring in my window. Peering. Leering. I made rhyme.
Luke: Lorelai shut up. You're starting to sound like Taylor.
Lorelai: (gasps) Take that back!
Luke: No.
Lorelai: (whining) Please… I'm cute…
Luke: Maybe so, but—
Lorelai: (singing) You love me. You think I'm gorgeous. You want to date me. Love me and marry me...
Luke: Lorelai—
Lorelai: You won't deny it.
Luke and Lorelai are both silent and motionless, staring at each other.
Luke: Lorelai, I…
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: We haven't received many reviews lately, and fear that we have fallen out of your good graces. So, we don't know if you want us to continue or even care. Please review. We will love you forever. We're currently writing the last couple parts, and would love some input. Now, on with the show. Enjoy.
PART EIGHTEEN:
Cut to Lane and Rory pushing their way through the crowd towards where Christopher was spotted. Rory is in the lead weaving through the mass of people, and she stops when she reaches where they had seen Chris. She looks around for a minute and then sees him, bouncing to the music. She works her way to him and taps him on the shoulder. Chris bounces around, obviously expecting her to be someone else.
Chris: Rory?
Rory: Dad, what are you doing here?
Chris: Why are you in New York?
Rory: I'm here with Lane. What are you doing here?
Chris: Hey Lane. Rory, I can hardly hear you. Let's go talk outside.
Rory, Lane and Christopher push through the mass of bodies to the exit, and finally are thrown up onto the street.
Rory: We're outside, now tell me why you're dancing to angry girl music in an underground club in New York.
Chris: Calm down honey. I can explain.
Rory: Go to it.
Chris: Well you see, Sherry and I are in New York for a vacation. We left Cameron with his aunt in Boston, so that Sher and I could have a vacation just the two of us, before baby number 2 arrives.
Rory: Are you planning on getting to the point or not?
Chris: Sherry's younger sister is in a band.
Rory: What band?
Chris: Angry chick band. The one that's playing tonight.
Rory: So you're saying that my aunt-in-law is in a angry chick band.
Chris: Yeah, she's the drummer.
Lane has been observing this conversation silently up until the point where she heard those three magic words.
Lane: The drummer!! Way cool!!!
Rory: Lane.
Lane: Please Mr. Hayden. You have to introduce me to her.
Chris: I haven't been called Mr. Hayden for as long as I can remember. Call me Chris.
Lane: Ok, ok then, Chris. Come on, hook ups with the band. Please?! I'll beg. If you want me to get on my knees in the middle of this street, I will.
Rory: Lane. Not now.
Lane: Why not? He gave a good excuse. Isn't he off the hook?
Chris: What?
Rory: Aargh. You know what. We need to go. We're driving home tomorrow.
Chris: What hotel are you at? Can Sherry and I meet you for breakfast tomorrow?
Rory: Sure. Holiday Inn. Call my cell in the morning.
Chris: Sounds good.
Lane: Cool. Can you bring the drummer?
Rory: Goodnight Dad.
Chris: Night Rory, Lane.
Rory hugs Chris and gives him a kiss on the cheek. He hails a cab and the girls disappear into the night.
Cut to Lorelai still sitting propped up against the door.
Lorelai: (whispering) Is he gone, Mister Door?
Lorelai sneaks over to the window and tries to peek through the slit in the curtain without moving the curtains. She can't see anything so she moves the curtain slightly. She stops looking on the porch and allows her eyes focus. She is looking into a face that is trying to peer inside the house.
Lorelai: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luke: AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lorelai!
Lorelai whips open the door.
Luke: You scared the heck out of me.
Lorelai: The feeling is mutual. I could have you arrested you know. Sheriff Bob thinks I'm cute.
Luke: We don't have a sheriff.
Lorelai: You were staring in my window. Peering. Leering. I made rhyme.
Luke: Lorelai shut up. You're starting to sound like Taylor.
Lorelai: (gasps) Take that back!
Luke: No.
Lorelai: (whining) Please… I'm cute…
Luke: Maybe so, but—
Lorelai: (singing) You love me. You think I'm gorgeous. You want to date me. Love me and marry me...
Luke: Lorelai—
Lorelai: You won't deny it.
Luke and Lorelai are both silent and motionless, staring at each other.
Luke: Lorelai, I…