Just One Week.Part Nineteen
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. Sorry it's taking so long to update but with fanfiction being down and all that, and we both just graduated high school, and had our 18th birthdays, we're just really busy as well. But.we are currently writing the last couple parts, and would love some input. Just to explain the lack of romance story line for Rory.half of the beautiful blondebrunette duo is Rory/Dean while the other half is Rory/Jess.therefore, no storyline so far.So, on with the show. ENJOY!! And REVIEW!!
PART NINETEEN: and a short recap from Part Eighteen.
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.
Kirk: Hey there neighbours!
Lorelai: Ugh! Kirk what are you doing here?
(cue Luke's frustrated look)
Kirk: Sorry to bother you, but I saw that you were awake, and I really need a small favour.
Lorelai: Sure, what do you want?
Kirk: Just a small favour, it's nothing big.
Lorelai: OK, I'll do my best to help you.
Kirk: Really? Because if it's any trouble than you don't have to bother.
Lorelai: No trouble. What is it?
Kirk: Are you sure? I kind of feel like I'm intruding here.
Lorelai: No, it's fine. Now what do you want?
Kirk: If you're sure that you aren't too busy and I'm not interrupting anything-
Luke: Get to the point.
Kirk: Sorry. I was just wondering if I could borrow two and a half cups of flour from you Lorelai. I promise I'll pay you back tomorrow as soon as Doose's opens. Or rather that would be today. You know, because it's already morning, technically. I took a course once that-
Lorelai: Stop! First tell me why you need flour at four in the morning?
Kirk: Is it already four? My goodness, time flies. I thought it was more threeish.
Luke: What's the flour for, Kirk?
Kirk: Pie.
Lorelai: Pardon?
Kirk: Pie.
Lorelai: (starting to laugh) Say again?
Kirk: Look, I know it's hard for you to imagine a man like me baking a pie, but I really am in touch with my feminine side. The whole baking side.
Lorelai: I don't doubt that you're in touch with your feminine side, but it's not the pie baking that proves it. In fact, if pie baking proves femininity, than Luke here is more girly than me, because he makes a killer pie, and I've never touch any non-cooked pie related stuff in my life.
Luke: Baked.
Lorelai: What?
Luke: You've never touched any non-baked pie related stuff. You know, because you don't cook a pie, you bake it.
Lorelai: Right. Before I issue an extremely wise and witty rebuttal, I would personally like to know why Kirk is making pie at four in the morning. I mean, what's wrong with making it at nine, when Doose's opens?
Kirk: Well, you see, Mother called me yesterday to say that she's coming to visit. But she's coming today. And I need the place to be a bit homier than usual. And I don't think Mother enjoys steamed tofu with aspartame for dessert, so I'm making a pie.
Luke: You're not vegetarian, why do you eat tofu for dessert?
Kirk: What do you mean I'm not vegetarian? You can't accuse me like that. You know nothing about me.
Luke: What are you talking about? You eat in my diner all the time. Today you had a burger for supper, a denver for lunch, and bacon at breakfast. Don't tell me you're a vegetarian.
Kirk: OK, I'm not a vegetarian.
Lorelai: Then why the tofu and that stuff that kills brain cells.
Kirk: Because it was on sale, ok? I can't resist a bargain.
Lorelai: Despite how much I'm enjoying this wonderful conversation, I'm tired and I want it to end.
Kirk: Why are you tired? You should get more sleep.
Lorelai: Aaah! Listen- I own no flour. I don't think there's ever been any flour inside this house. I've certainly never bought flour. If I had, I wouldn't have known what to do with it. It's all powdery and it gets all over your clothes and in your coffee when Sookie makes cake.
Kirk: Why didn't you tell me that before? Did you know that it's quite possible that everyone else in this town who had been awake when I first approached you is now asleep and so I have no hope of getting flour from them now, whereas if you had said no right when I asked, I would have had a chance at finding someone who was awake who owns flour for the pie for Mother?
Lorelai: Luke, I totally don't follow what he just said. Was it English or Kirklish? Ha- kirklish!
Kirk: What is she saying about me-
Luke: Kirk- shut up and I'll get you some flour from the diner. Just wait for a minute. Lorelai, you have to go to sleep. Are you alright to get yourself to bed.
Lorelai: Of course. I'm a big girl. But honestly, if the stairs are too formidable, I'll sleep in Rory's room. Plus, she has new pajamas that she didn't take with her. They have little mugs of coffee on them.
Luke: Goodnight, Lorelai. I'll see you in a couple hours for your coffee.
Lorelai: Absolutely. Night Lukie.
Lorelai goes inside the house and shuts the door.
Kirk: So Luke, what was-
Luke: No. If you really want that flour, than not a single word will find it's way out of your mouth, understood?
Kirk makes the el cheeso zipping his mouth and throwing away the key motion, and nods emphatically. Luke looks up into Lorelai's window once, and they leave for the diner.
Cut to Lane and Rory in the hotel the next morning. They're sound asleep and there is a shrill electronic ring that pierces the silence, getting increasingly louder with each ring. It becomes apparent throughout this scene that Lane is not a morning person. But really, who is?
Lane: Mhhhmmph.
Rory: Shhh.
Lane covers her head with a pillow.
Rory: (slurred) shut it up.
Lane: Huh.
Rory begins attacking the alarm clock, but to no avail.
Lane: Alarm.
Rory: It's not the alarm. Maybe it's a wake up call. Answer the phone.
Lane: No. You.
Rory: Ugh.. (she rolls over as close as she can to the phone on the desk and picks it up, but the ringing continues incessantly) Agh.
Lane: Phone.
Rory: It's not the phone. (the ringing stops) I don't know what it was. But it woke me up and now I'm sad. I was dreaming about Dad being at this weird club and-
Lane: Cell.
Rory: What? Oh- my cell phone. Argh- Dad was at the weird club and he was gonna call me.
Lane: Yeah. Cell.
Rory: That was probably him.
Lane: Yeah.
Rory: He woke us up.
Lane: No. You.
Rory: What? I can't understand you.
Lane: Lane sleep.
Rory: Where did we put the cell last night.
Lane: Bag.
Rory: Which bag?
Lane: Purse.
Rory: Which purse?
Lane: Green.
Rory: You mean the one that's on your nightstand, next to your head. That's the green purse that holds the phone that you're trying to make me answer?
Once again, that shrill electronic ring begins, rather quietly at first, and getting progressively louder.
Lane: No.
Rory: Gee Lane, let me get that for you.
Lane: Ugh.
Rory stands up and takes a large step up onto Lane's bed. She begins to step over Lane towards the green purse, but has a "purposeful accident" that results in her collapsing onto Lane.
Lane: Rory!! Cruel and unusual punishment and I hate you for it.
Rory: You'll get over it once I get some caffeine in you.
Lane: Yeah, why are you so perky?
Rory: I woke up an hour ago and went to the washroom, when I remembered those chocolate covered espresso beans. So I had a couple and went back to bed.
Lane: Answer the stupid phone.
Rory: Oh yeah. (into cell, which has appeared from within the depths of the green purse) Hello.
Chris: Hey Rory. How's my eldest born this fine morning?
Rory: I'm good, but I'll be better when there's more coffee.
Chris: Are you up for breakfast?
Rory: Sure, where?
Chris: Is there a restaurant in your hotel?
Rory: Yup. They've got massive waffles with whipped cream and-
Chris: You sound like your mother. Anyways, I'm in. What hotel?
Rory: Holiday Inn Downtown.
Chris: Sherry and I will be there in about 30 minutes.
Rory: Bye Dad.
Rory hangs up the cell phone and looks over at Lane, who has returned to her previous comatose state.
Rory: Lane. Lane. LANE!!! HEY- wake up!!
Lane: Mrrppmmhhhh.
Rory: Hey I just saw some cute guys in the lobby.
Lane bolts into an upright position, a look of pure joy on her face.
Lane: When? Where? How old? Hair colour? Details, Rory, I need details!
Rory: Get out of bed.
Lane: Wait- you're still in your pajamas. You haven't been to the lobby yet. You're cruel.
Rory: We're meeting my Dad and Sherry in a half hour.
Lane: Half hour? I call the shower first.
Rory and Lane make a mad scramble for the bathroom.
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. Sorry it's taking so long to update but with fanfiction being down and all that, and we both just graduated high school, and had our 18th birthdays, we're just really busy as well. But.we are currently writing the last couple parts, and would love some input. Just to explain the lack of romance story line for Rory.half of the beautiful blondebrunette duo is Rory/Dean while the other half is Rory/Jess.therefore, no storyline so far.So, on with the show. ENJOY!! And REVIEW!!
PART NINETEEN: and a short recap from Part Eighteen.
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.
Kirk: Hey there neighbours!
Lorelai: Ugh! Kirk what are you doing here?
(cue Luke's frustrated look)
Kirk: Sorry to bother you, but I saw that you were awake, and I really need a small favour.
Lorelai: Sure, what do you want?
Kirk: Just a small favour, it's nothing big.
Lorelai: OK, I'll do my best to help you.
Kirk: Really? Because if it's any trouble than you don't have to bother.
Lorelai: No trouble. What is it?
Kirk: Are you sure? I kind of feel like I'm intruding here.
Lorelai: No, it's fine. Now what do you want?
Kirk: If you're sure that you aren't too busy and I'm not interrupting anything-
Luke: Get to the point.
Kirk: Sorry. I was just wondering if I could borrow two and a half cups of flour from you Lorelai. I promise I'll pay you back tomorrow as soon as Doose's opens. Or rather that would be today. You know, because it's already morning, technically. I took a course once that-
Lorelai: Stop! First tell me why you need flour at four in the morning?
Kirk: Is it already four? My goodness, time flies. I thought it was more threeish.
Luke: What's the flour for, Kirk?
Kirk: Pie.
Lorelai: Pardon?
Kirk: Pie.
Lorelai: (starting to laugh) Say again?
Kirk: Look, I know it's hard for you to imagine a man like me baking a pie, but I really am in touch with my feminine side. The whole baking side.
Lorelai: I don't doubt that you're in touch with your feminine side, but it's not the pie baking that proves it. In fact, if pie baking proves femininity, than Luke here is more girly than me, because he makes a killer pie, and I've never touch any non-cooked pie related stuff in my life.
Luke: Baked.
Lorelai: What?
Luke: You've never touched any non-baked pie related stuff. You know, because you don't cook a pie, you bake it.
Lorelai: Right. Before I issue an extremely wise and witty rebuttal, I would personally like to know why Kirk is making pie at four in the morning. I mean, what's wrong with making it at nine, when Doose's opens?
Kirk: Well, you see, Mother called me yesterday to say that she's coming to visit. But she's coming today. And I need the place to be a bit homier than usual. And I don't think Mother enjoys steamed tofu with aspartame for dessert, so I'm making a pie.
Luke: You're not vegetarian, why do you eat tofu for dessert?
Kirk: What do you mean I'm not vegetarian? You can't accuse me like that. You know nothing about me.
Luke: What are you talking about? You eat in my diner all the time. Today you had a burger for supper, a denver for lunch, and bacon at breakfast. Don't tell me you're a vegetarian.
Kirk: OK, I'm not a vegetarian.
Lorelai: Then why the tofu and that stuff that kills brain cells.
Kirk: Because it was on sale, ok? I can't resist a bargain.
Lorelai: Despite how much I'm enjoying this wonderful conversation, I'm tired and I want it to end.
Kirk: Why are you tired? You should get more sleep.
Lorelai: Aaah! Listen- I own no flour. I don't think there's ever been any flour inside this house. I've certainly never bought flour. If I had, I wouldn't have known what to do with it. It's all powdery and it gets all over your clothes and in your coffee when Sookie makes cake.
Kirk: Why didn't you tell me that before? Did you know that it's quite possible that everyone else in this town who had been awake when I first approached you is now asleep and so I have no hope of getting flour from them now, whereas if you had said no right when I asked, I would have had a chance at finding someone who was awake who owns flour for the pie for Mother?
Lorelai: Luke, I totally don't follow what he just said. Was it English or Kirklish? Ha- kirklish!
Kirk: What is she saying about me-
Luke: Kirk- shut up and I'll get you some flour from the diner. Just wait for a minute. Lorelai, you have to go to sleep. Are you alright to get yourself to bed.
Lorelai: Of course. I'm a big girl. But honestly, if the stairs are too formidable, I'll sleep in Rory's room. Plus, she has new pajamas that she didn't take with her. They have little mugs of coffee on them.
Luke: Goodnight, Lorelai. I'll see you in a couple hours for your coffee.
Lorelai: Absolutely. Night Lukie.
Lorelai goes inside the house and shuts the door.
Kirk: So Luke, what was-
Luke: No. If you really want that flour, than not a single word will find it's way out of your mouth, understood?
Kirk makes the el cheeso zipping his mouth and throwing away the key motion, and nods emphatically. Luke looks up into Lorelai's window once, and they leave for the diner.
Cut to Lane and Rory in the hotel the next morning. They're sound asleep and there is a shrill electronic ring that pierces the silence, getting increasingly louder with each ring. It becomes apparent throughout this scene that Lane is not a morning person. But really, who is?
Lane: Mhhhmmph.
Rory: Shhh.
Lane covers her head with a pillow.
Rory: (slurred) shut it up.
Lane: Huh.
Rory begins attacking the alarm clock, but to no avail.
Lane: Alarm.
Rory: It's not the alarm. Maybe it's a wake up call. Answer the phone.
Lane: No. You.
Rory: Ugh.. (she rolls over as close as she can to the phone on the desk and picks it up, but the ringing continues incessantly) Agh.
Lane: Phone.
Rory: It's not the phone. (the ringing stops) I don't know what it was. But it woke me up and now I'm sad. I was dreaming about Dad being at this weird club and-
Lane: Cell.
Rory: What? Oh- my cell phone. Argh- Dad was at the weird club and he was gonna call me.
Lane: Yeah. Cell.
Rory: That was probably him.
Lane: Yeah.
Rory: He woke us up.
Lane: No. You.
Rory: What? I can't understand you.
Lane: Lane sleep.
Rory: Where did we put the cell last night.
Lane: Bag.
Rory: Which bag?
Lane: Purse.
Rory: Which purse?
Lane: Green.
Rory: You mean the one that's on your nightstand, next to your head. That's the green purse that holds the phone that you're trying to make me answer?
Once again, that shrill electronic ring begins, rather quietly at first, and getting progressively louder.
Lane: No.
Rory: Gee Lane, let me get that for you.
Lane: Ugh.
Rory stands up and takes a large step up onto Lane's bed. She begins to step over Lane towards the green purse, but has a "purposeful accident" that results in her collapsing onto Lane.
Lane: Rory!! Cruel and unusual punishment and I hate you for it.
Rory: You'll get over it once I get some caffeine in you.
Lane: Yeah, why are you so perky?
Rory: I woke up an hour ago and went to the washroom, when I remembered those chocolate covered espresso beans. So I had a couple and went back to bed.
Lane: Answer the stupid phone.
Rory: Oh yeah. (into cell, which has appeared from within the depths of the green purse) Hello.
Chris: Hey Rory. How's my eldest born this fine morning?
Rory: I'm good, but I'll be better when there's more coffee.
Chris: Are you up for breakfast?
Rory: Sure, where?
Chris: Is there a restaurant in your hotel?
Rory: Yup. They've got massive waffles with whipped cream and-
Chris: You sound like your mother. Anyways, I'm in. What hotel?
Rory: Holiday Inn Downtown.
Chris: Sherry and I will be there in about 30 minutes.
Rory: Bye Dad.
Rory hangs up the cell phone and looks over at Lane, who has returned to her previous comatose state.
Rory: Lane. Lane. LANE!!! HEY- wake up!!
Lane: Mrrppmmhhhh.
Rory: Hey I just saw some cute guys in the lobby.
Lane bolts into an upright position, a look of pure joy on her face.
Lane: When? Where? How old? Hair colour? Details, Rory, I need details!
Rory: Get out of bed.
Lane: Wait- you're still in your pajamas. You haven't been to the lobby yet. You're cruel.
Rory: We're meeting my Dad and Sherry in a half hour.
Lane: Half hour? I call the shower first.
Rory and Lane make a mad scramble for the bathroom.