One in A Million Chapter 7 By Nichole

A/N: Once again, I would like to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews.



The ambulance sped towards Hartford Hospital. Lorelai was unconscious. Chris suffered a few scrapes and bruises, but was well enough to call an ambulance. He also called Max, knowing that they were close friends. He looked at the unconscious angel. Why did this have to happen?' He thought. 'We should have just stayed home!'

Lorelai awoke in a small hospital room the next morning. She examined the room, and remembered what had happened the night before. In the corner of the room she noticed two exhausted, sleeping Senior Gilmores sitting in armchairs. In another corner of the room, she saw a pair of sleeping teenaged boys. She shifted her weight on her left arm to help her get out of bed, but her attempt failed. She slumped back on the bed and muttered a curse that awoke Max.

"Hey, we were worried about you." Max yawned.

She smiled, "What exactly did I injure during the accident?"

"I don't know. Let me check." Max took the clipboard from a slot in the bed and read it. "It says that you have a broken arm and a couple of scrapes and bruises. Is there anything you want?" He asked.

"Coffee would be nice." She suggested.

"Coming right up." He smiled and left the room.

A few moments later, Christopher woke up as well.

"Hey sleepyhead." Lorelai said.

"Hey." Chris said. "I was really worried about you."

"You know that I always make it." Lorelai said.

He leaned in to kiss her.

Max opened the door to the room, coffee in hand, while Lorelai and Chris were in mid-kiss. His eyes widened at the sight.

"Max, we were just.uh." Lorelai began.

"There's no need for an explanation." Max presented Lorelai with her coffee.

Lorelai took a sip from the cup. A few seconds later, she spat it out.

"This coffee is horrible! Is this decaf or something?" She asked.

He laughed. "I saw your doctor in the hallway. He said that it was best if you drank decaf so I

She pouted at him. "Oh, you're evil."

He smiled at her. "I know."

That day, Max made a decision based on seeing how close that Lorelai was with Chris. He decided that he would continue his relationship with Stephanie and not mull over Lorelai. He wanted to be that close with Stephanie; but he honestly was just settling. He was torn between to women that he loved a lot; one had a boyfriend and the other was available and was quite smitten with him.

Max received a phone call on Saturday.

"Hello?"

"Hi Max! It's me, Stephanie."

"Hey Steph, how are you?"

"Good. I was thinking that we could go out tonight."

"Should I drive to New York?"

"No, you won't need to."

"Why?"

"Look outside your window."

Max looked outside his window and saw Stephanie down the block, by a pay phone. She smiled and waved at him. A few seconds later, Stephanie appeared at his front door. He opened the door and allowed her enough space to enter, and he closed the door behind her.

"So, what brings you here, stranger?" Max asked.

"This." She walked over to him and gave him a long, passionate kiss. A few minutes later, they broke away, flushed and out of breath.

He smiled. "I'm glad you came."



Lorelai lay, restless sprawled across the couch in the living room. Her parents were away at one of Emily's fundraisers for the DAR. She had let all of the maids go home early, so she was alone for the evening. It was such a tiny couch! How could anyone get comfortable on such a tiny thing! Oh, wait she bought it from an auction last year. She and her father were just lucky enough to sit on it. Lorelai had a good idea. She would call Max and see what he was doing!

Lorelai's phone call had interrupted Max and Stephanie's make-out session. He let out a sigh and answered the phone.

"What!" He said in an aggravated tone.

"Max, is this a bad time?"

"Hey Lorelai. No it's not a bad time."

"Maybe I should go now, Max." Stephanie said and started to get her coat and purse.

"No, wait! Stephanie, don't go!"

Too late. She was already out the door.

Lorelai laughed, "Sorry. Did you have a girl over or something?"

"Yeah, or something. Do you want to come over to my house?"

"Sure, I'll be there in a few minutes.



Lorelai arrived at Max's house a few minutes later. They curled up on the couch and watched the movie "Ghost". After the movie and sat on the couch and drank hot chocolate.

Lorelai finally asked, "Max, who was that girl you were with when I called?"

"No one." Max lied.

"Come on, you must have been doing something to make her leave when I called."

"It was Rick's cousin, Stephanie.

Her face fell, "Oh."

Lorelai placed the mug that she was holding on the coffee table. "Well, I'm gonna go now."

Lorelai wasn't looking where she was going as she walked towards the door. She held her down so Max wouldn't see the tears begging to stream down her face. Because she wasn't looking wear she was going, Lorelai tripped over a leg of an armchair. Luckily, Max was there to catch her.

Their faces were barely inches away. Max slowly and gently brushed away the tears from her face before kissing her. Her cerulean eyes made him weak everytime her gazed into them. It was a gentle, teasing kiss at first; barely grazing her lips. But then, the kiss grew more passionate and intense. He gently parted her lips with her tongue, evoking soft, subtle moans from her throat.

Lorelai also was enjoying the sensation she was experiencing. She wrapped one arm around his neck. With her free arm, she grabbed a tuft of his hair. Not even Christopher could make her feel like this. Soon reason broke in. Lorelai slowly broke off the kiss, but still remained in his arms.

"I want to be with you." Max whispered into Lorelai's ear.

"We can't. I'm sorry Max." Lorelai said.

She gave him a sorrowful look and escaped his arms. Then she ran out of the house.

The next day, Sunday, Max sat in Starbucks by himself, waiting for James to arrive. He told him everything over the phone. He told him about Lorelai, about Stephanie, and even.the kiss. He didn't call Rick because he didn't want him to think that he was using Stephanie. And he wasn't; was he?

James showed up at Starbucks fifteen minutes later.

"Thanks for coming." Max said.

"You're welcome." James said.

"So, what do you think?" Max asked.

"I don't know. You should only choose one girl. It's not right to use them both."

"I'm not! Lorelai said that she wanted to stay with Christopher; and I'm staying with Stephanie."

"Maybe she was just freaked out."

"Yeah."

"Who kissed who?"

"I kissed Lorelai."

"Are you going to tell Stephanie?"

"No way, I can't lose her."

"It looks like you love Lorelai more. Think about it."



Max lay wide-awake in his bed on Tuesday night. He couldn't get that kiss out of his head! He quietly got dressed and snuck downstairs towards the garage; maybe the night air would clear his mind.

Before he knew it, he was in Lorelai's driveway. Ringing the doorbell would wake her parents. He decided if he could find another way to talk to Lorelai about the kiss. He walked around the side of the house and found a tree near Lorelai's balcony. He climbed the tree, and leapt from the tree's branch to the balcony.

Max slipped inside Lorelai's room, because she forgot to close it. Max walked over to Lorelai's bed and gently shook her awake.

Lorelai looked at the clock and groggily said, "What the hell are you doing here at 3:00 in the morning?"

"I need to talk to you." Max said.

"Max, normal people sleep at this time. Talk to me when I'm awake. Now goodnight."

"Wait! Just listen to me for a second, ok? I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss."

Lorelai was speechless; she didn't know what to say.

"Please tell me that you feel the same way." Max pleaded.

"I don't know what to say."

"Please say that you'll be with me."

"Well, let me analyze the situation here. You want me to leave my boyfriend, who loves me very much I might add, to be with you, when you kissed me. Now, you also have a girlfriend, who I hope loves you very much."

"She does."

"Good, then be with her."

"I can't. I love you."

Lorelai was shocked. That was the first time that he said that to her; that anyone had that to her; not even Chris told her that yet.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes I do."

Lorelai stared at Max for a moment, which felt like eternity.

Then, she finally said, "Go to bed Max." She laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes.

"You were crying before I kissed you yesterday. What was that about?" He asked.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow." Lorelai said.

"Fine."

Max walked over to the window.

"You know how to let yourself out. And close the window behind you. There could be psychos out there that are worse than heartbroken sixteen year old boys." Lorelai said coldly.

It was now almost three weeks since Lorelai had a real conversation with Max. She only talked to him in class, passing him in the hallways at Chilton, or at a chance meeting with him at the mall, or at Starbucks. Usually, when they did talk, Max was with Stephanie, or Lorelai was with Christopher. They were very formal towards each other; neither one say more than "Hello," or "How are you?"

Today was Valentine's Day, and Lorelai and Christopher were planning what to do for that special occasion. Stephanie wasn't in town, so Max was dateless, and alone for the evening.

Lorelai and Christopher had a traditional date at first. They went had dinner at The Cheese Cake Factory and went to see a movie. Then, they went to a party at a mutual friend's house. After the party, the couple retreated to Lorelai's house. Lorelai and Chris were really drunk. A mutual friend drove them home that night.

They entered the mansion, and began kissing immediately...

Lorelai had been sick for the past three weeks ever since Valentine's day. She thought it was the flu at first, but she knew better than that. Could she be pregnant? No, she and Christopher were careful. But they were also really, really drunk.

Max noticed that Lorelai had been absent from school for the past three weeks. He thought would be a good idea if he delivered her work to her. He drove over to her house and rang the doorbell. Emily answered and said that Lorelai wasn't feeling well. She said that Lorelai had the flu or something. Must have been one hell of a flu to keep her out of school for three weeks.

Max followed the same procedure to get into her room many nights ago. She wasn't in her room. Max heard the sound of running water in the room next to Lorelai's. Her room was connected to her own personal bathroom. The water stopped, and Lorelai emerged from the room wearing a white bathrobe. She had some sort of test strip in her hand.

She looked up at Max and said, "Oh now this is pathetic. Didn't you know that this is considered breaking an entering? Can't you use the doorbell like normal people?"

"I did. Your mom said that you had the flu. I didn't buy the flu story that your mom told me. And I didn't break an entering, you left your window open- again." Max handed Lorelai her missed work, "What exactly is wrong with you anyway?"

"Like my mother said, I have the flu."

"Really? Are you sure you're not pregnant?" He suggested.

"Ok, now what gives you that idea?"

"Well, Chris seems like the romantic type. Maybe you two had too much to drink one night. Maybe you thought that he was 'the one'.

"Where do you get the evidence to suggest that I-"

"The pregnancy test in your hand, Lor."

A faint crimson crossed her face. She nervously cleared her throat.

"What are the results?" He asked.

She held up the pregnancy test. Her face became emotionless.

"Lorelai, you're not."

She couldn't say anything. All she could do was run towards the bathroom and close the door behind her.

Fifteen minutes later, Lorelai emerged from the bathroom looking quite pale.

"Lorelai, I have to ask you something." Max said.

"Ok, shoot." Lorelai said.

"What are you going to do with the baby?" Max asked.

"I'm going to keep it."

"And then what?"

"I'm getting out of this place as soon as possible."

Max's face fell. "Oh."

"Don't worry; I'll still call you. And we might be able to hang out.occasionally."

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified."

Do your parents know?"

"Not yet. They still think that I have the flu."

"Does Chris know?"

"Um."

Max noticed her hesitance. "You have to tell him. Remember, these home pregnancy tests aren't always accurate."

"I'm three weeks late."

"That's better than any home pregnancy test." Max joked.

They both laugh.

"Do you think he'll want me when I get fat?" Lorelai asked.

"Any man would be a fool not to want you; regardless of your size." Max said.

"Aw." She walked over to him and hugged him.

"What will you do after you run away?" Max asked.

"I'll think of something." Lorelai said, trying to soothe Max.

"I'll make sure that you get a job. Don't worry Lorelai." Max said.

TBC