Title: Expect the Unexpected
Chapter Seven: Luke and Lorelai
Disclaimer: Standard
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"Luke. Luuuke. LUUUUUUUKE!" Lorelai yelled up the stairs.
"What?" Lorelai turned around to face Luke.
"Luke, you shouldn't get so mad."
"What do you want?"
"I was wondering..."
"Yeah?"
"Will you please, please, please watch Willy Wonka with me?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Why should I?"
"Because, it's movie night, and Rory's busy."
"Yeah, but you have two sweet, innocent grandkids you could be corrupting with sugar as we speak."
"Yes, but you're sexier." Lorelai moved closer to Luke.
"Oh, no. No, no, you're not gonna get me with those eyes this time."
Lorelai just got closer.
"No, no, no, no...fine, I'll watch with you."
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"Yeah, but you owe me."
"Don't worry, we'll have fun after the kids go home."
"When are they going home?"
Lorelai looked away.
"Lorelai." Luke got that voice he gets.
"Tomorrow." Lorelai responded weakly.
"Tomorrow? Lorelai, you didn't tell me that!"
"Well, what's the problem? They're cute kids, and they're sweet, and we do have to take them to school in the morning, and Chris is coming over in a few hours, but you get up early, they're not any trouble, and then we can send them back to their parents!"
"Okay, it's fine, I was just surprised. I was hoping to spend time with you." Luke kissed Lorelai sweetly. She sighed happily.
"Okay, that was great, I'll spend time with you tomorrow," she kissed Luke again, "but right now can you go to Doose's and buy out all of the junk food and then stop for ice cream?"
Luke sighed. "Lorelai, you are killing yourself with all of that sugar."
"Well, then, I'll die happy. Please?" Lorelai pouted.
"No, Lorelai."
She whimpered.
"Fine. I'm going." Luke grabbed his jacket and headed to the door.
"Oh, and make sure we have enough coffee for the morning." Luke groaned. "I love you!" Lorelai shouted as the door slammed. She smiled, then headed toward Rory's old room. She pushed open the door to reveal the younger Luke sprawled across Rory's old bed with a book in his hands, and Laura on the floor reading a Barbie book. Lorelai smiled at her daughter's children.
"Wow, are you guys having fun?"
"Yeah." Laura and Luke both answered.
"Okay, well, I hate to tear you away, but who wants to watch a movie?"
"Yay!" Laura jumped up and down.
"Yay!" Lorelai copied her.
"Um, are we going to eat all of those unhealthy things you had last time?" Luke spoke up.
"Yeah, but big Luke'll probably bring back some healthy stuff for the two of you.
"Okay, cool." Luke picked his book up and ran into the living room.
"Grandma?" Laura tugged on Lorelai's jeans. Lorelai picked her up. "What movie are we watching?"
"Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. But, can you please call me Lorelai?" Laura looked confused. "Well, here's how you say it. Laura," Lorelai pointed to her, "lie."
"I don't lie!" Laura started crying.
"No, no, sweetie, I didn't say you lied. No, I didn't mean you....Fine, call me Grandma."
"Grandma!" Laura immediately stopped crying and hugged Lorelai hard around the neck.
Chapter Seven: Luke and Lorelai
Disclaimer: Standard
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"Luke. Luuuke. LUUUUUUUKE!" Lorelai yelled up the stairs.
"What?" Lorelai turned around to face Luke.
"Luke, you shouldn't get so mad."
"What do you want?"
"I was wondering..."
"Yeah?"
"Will you please, please, please watch Willy Wonka with me?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Why should I?"
"Because, it's movie night, and Rory's busy."
"Yeah, but you have two sweet, innocent grandkids you could be corrupting with sugar as we speak."
"Yes, but you're sexier." Lorelai moved closer to Luke.
"Oh, no. No, no, you're not gonna get me with those eyes this time."
Lorelai just got closer.
"No, no, no, no...fine, I'll watch with you."
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"
"Yeah, but you owe me."
"Don't worry, we'll have fun after the kids go home."
"When are they going home?"
Lorelai looked away.
"Lorelai." Luke got that voice he gets.
"Tomorrow." Lorelai responded weakly.
"Tomorrow? Lorelai, you didn't tell me that!"
"Well, what's the problem? They're cute kids, and they're sweet, and we do have to take them to school in the morning, and Chris is coming over in a few hours, but you get up early, they're not any trouble, and then we can send them back to their parents!"
"Okay, it's fine, I was just surprised. I was hoping to spend time with you." Luke kissed Lorelai sweetly. She sighed happily.
"Okay, that was great, I'll spend time with you tomorrow," she kissed Luke again, "but right now can you go to Doose's and buy out all of the junk food and then stop for ice cream?"
Luke sighed. "Lorelai, you are killing yourself with all of that sugar."
"Well, then, I'll die happy. Please?" Lorelai pouted.
"No, Lorelai."
She whimpered.
"Fine. I'm going." Luke grabbed his jacket and headed to the door.
"Oh, and make sure we have enough coffee for the morning." Luke groaned. "I love you!" Lorelai shouted as the door slammed. She smiled, then headed toward Rory's old room. She pushed open the door to reveal the younger Luke sprawled across Rory's old bed with a book in his hands, and Laura on the floor reading a Barbie book. Lorelai smiled at her daughter's children.
"Wow, are you guys having fun?"
"Yeah." Laura and Luke both answered.
"Okay, well, I hate to tear you away, but who wants to watch a movie?"
"Yay!" Laura jumped up and down.
"Yay!" Lorelai copied her.
"Um, are we going to eat all of those unhealthy things you had last time?" Luke spoke up.
"Yeah, but big Luke'll probably bring back some healthy stuff for the two of you.
"Okay, cool." Luke picked his book up and ran into the living room.
"Grandma?" Laura tugged on Lorelai's jeans. Lorelai picked her up. "What movie are we watching?"
"Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. But, can you please call me Lorelai?" Laura looked confused. "Well, here's how you say it. Laura," Lorelai pointed to her, "lie."
"I don't lie!" Laura started crying.
"No, no, sweetie, I didn't say you lied. No, I didn't mean you....Fine, call me Grandma."
"Grandma!" Laura immediately stopped crying and hugged Lorelai hard around the neck.