Title: Always You
Chapter 1: Maybe I Can Get Started
Disclaimer: Most everything belongs to the Palladinos and everyone at Dorothy Parker Drank Here and the WB.
Summary: Starts at the end of "I Can't Get Started." Different ending. This focuses on Lorelai and Christopher over the summer.
A/N: I just finished a ver long literati/javajunkie fanfic, and I was feeling sad and ready to write more, and besides, I have school tomorrow, and what's school without something to obsess about during the really long speeches by the dull teachers? So here's my story.
By the way, the title is from a song by Sophie Zelmani called "Always You." It's on the My Best Friend's Wedding soundtrack and it's really good. If you want to know the lyrics, please e-mail me and I will e-mail them back to you. I really don't want to take up valuabe space and typing time by typing the words. sami57peace2u@hotmail.com
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After leaving Lorelai with Emily, Christopher had gotten the two women drinks. Richard had offered to take the drinks to Lorelai and Emily, giving Christopher a chance to talk to Rory. He caught up to her near a walkway and they began walking along it as they started their talk.
"So, I'm guessing your mom talked to you?" Christopher asked his daughter, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked beautiful and way too grown up in her bridesmaid dress--almost exactly like her mother.
"She talks to me all the time, frequently when I'm begging her not to."
That sounded like Lorelai. But Christopher had a one-track mind. He tried to steer the conversation back. "And she told you what we discussed?"
"She mentioned something about it, yes."
"And what do you think about all this?"
"I don't know. What exactly are your intentions?"
"Excuse me?" Christopher was taken aback by how adult-like his daughter was being.
"Your intentions--are they honorable?"
"Completely honorable."
"Yeah? Because we have been waiting for this for a really long time and we take disappointment extremely hard. I mean it, property damage is often involved."
"Well, I better follow through on this, huh?" He intended to. He really did. Just as long as the universe didn't screw anything up...
"I think that's an excellent idea."
"Come here, you." Christopher pulled Rory into a hug. "When did you grow up so much?"
"I think it happened somewhere in between the first step and the first driving lesson."
"Ah. Makes perfect sense."
A cell phone rang.
"Is that me?"
"I don't have one on me." Rory gestured to her pocket-less dress.
"Right. It's probably work."
"On a Sunday?"
"Hey, lady, I've got a lot of responsibility now, okay?"
"Okay."
Christopher smiled. "Be right back." He walked off and flipped open his phone. "Christopher Hayden."
Rory looked after him for a minute, and then felt someone watching her. She looked around to see Jess. She walked over to him.
"Okay, thanks." Christopher hung up his phone and looked around for Lorelai. He finally spotted her on a bridge. "Lor!" he called as he walked up to her.
"Ah, hey there. Listen, we're starting any minute. Have you seen Rory?"
"Yeah, she's over there." Christopher pointed in the direction he'd left Rory.
"Oh, good, okay. I'll find her. Go get a good seat. The wind's kicking up so this might be a really good show."
"I have to ask you something."
"Now?"
"Soon. Very soon. I'd prefer now, but you're busy. I'll just go get a seat." Chris started walking towards where the chairs were set up. Just like he thought, Lorelai started running after him.
"Chris! What do you have to ask me? Tell me now!"
"I just got a call from this guy in Boston. He's got an apartment for me, and it's ready as soon as I want it."
"Oh."
"I told him I had to think about it."
"What? Why? You're still moving out of your and Sherry's apartment, right?"
"Yeah."
"So why didn't you grab it? Hurry, call him back!"
"Well, I was thinking that instead I get an apartment here."
"Oh. Ohhh. You know what?" Lorelai smiled at Christopher.
"What?"
"I think you turning down that apartment is an excellent idea."
"I thought you might think that." Christopher smiled back at Lorelai. They were standing so close together they couldn't see each other. He leaned closer and kissed her. She kissed him back.
"Oh, you know what?" Lorelai abruptly broke the kiss. "I actually have to go be in a wedding right now, but I'll talk to you later, okay? And don't forget: good seat. Mucho mucho wind equals very good show."
"Okay. And don't tell Rory."
"Never. She gets too much good news, anyway."
"We'll tell her together."
"Oh, that's what you meant. That makes more sense. Bye." Lorelai smiled giddily as she ran over to her spot at the end of the aisle.
"Bye." Christopher smiled after her and then headed for a seat.
Rory ran over to her mother. Lorelai handed her a bouquet.
"I think I'm going to Washington."
"I think I'm in love."
"Nice!"
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A/N: That's it for right now, but I'm gonna write more soon. My mind's already buzzing with the reception and then Rory leaves for Washington and Lorelai and Christopher have the whole house to theirselves. Isn't that how most of those keg party movies start?
Chapter 1: Maybe I Can Get Started
Disclaimer: Most everything belongs to the Palladinos and everyone at Dorothy Parker Drank Here and the WB.
Summary: Starts at the end of "I Can't Get Started." Different ending. This focuses on Lorelai and Christopher over the summer.
A/N: I just finished a ver long literati/javajunkie fanfic, and I was feeling sad and ready to write more, and besides, I have school tomorrow, and what's school without something to obsess about during the really long speeches by the dull teachers? So here's my story.
By the way, the title is from a song by Sophie Zelmani called "Always You." It's on the My Best Friend's Wedding soundtrack and it's really good. If you want to know the lyrics, please e-mail me and I will e-mail them back to you. I really don't want to take up valuabe space and typing time by typing the words. sami57peace2u@hotmail.com
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After leaving Lorelai with Emily, Christopher had gotten the two women drinks. Richard had offered to take the drinks to Lorelai and Emily, giving Christopher a chance to talk to Rory. He caught up to her near a walkway and they began walking along it as they started their talk.
"So, I'm guessing your mom talked to you?" Christopher asked his daughter, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked beautiful and way too grown up in her bridesmaid dress--almost exactly like her mother.
"She talks to me all the time, frequently when I'm begging her not to."
That sounded like Lorelai. But Christopher had a one-track mind. He tried to steer the conversation back. "And she told you what we discussed?"
"She mentioned something about it, yes."
"And what do you think about all this?"
"I don't know. What exactly are your intentions?"
"Excuse me?" Christopher was taken aback by how adult-like his daughter was being.
"Your intentions--are they honorable?"
"Completely honorable."
"Yeah? Because we have been waiting for this for a really long time and we take disappointment extremely hard. I mean it, property damage is often involved."
"Well, I better follow through on this, huh?" He intended to. He really did. Just as long as the universe didn't screw anything up...
"I think that's an excellent idea."
"Come here, you." Christopher pulled Rory into a hug. "When did you grow up so much?"
"I think it happened somewhere in between the first step and the first driving lesson."
"Ah. Makes perfect sense."
A cell phone rang.
"Is that me?"
"I don't have one on me." Rory gestured to her pocket-less dress.
"Right. It's probably work."
"On a Sunday?"
"Hey, lady, I've got a lot of responsibility now, okay?"
"Okay."
Christopher smiled. "Be right back." He walked off and flipped open his phone. "Christopher Hayden."
Rory looked after him for a minute, and then felt someone watching her. She looked around to see Jess. She walked over to him.
"Okay, thanks." Christopher hung up his phone and looked around for Lorelai. He finally spotted her on a bridge. "Lor!" he called as he walked up to her.
"Ah, hey there. Listen, we're starting any minute. Have you seen Rory?"
"Yeah, she's over there." Christopher pointed in the direction he'd left Rory.
"Oh, good, okay. I'll find her. Go get a good seat. The wind's kicking up so this might be a really good show."
"I have to ask you something."
"Now?"
"Soon. Very soon. I'd prefer now, but you're busy. I'll just go get a seat." Chris started walking towards where the chairs were set up. Just like he thought, Lorelai started running after him.
"Chris! What do you have to ask me? Tell me now!"
"I just got a call from this guy in Boston. He's got an apartment for me, and it's ready as soon as I want it."
"Oh."
"I told him I had to think about it."
"What? Why? You're still moving out of your and Sherry's apartment, right?"
"Yeah."
"So why didn't you grab it? Hurry, call him back!"
"Well, I was thinking that instead I get an apartment here."
"Oh. Ohhh. You know what?" Lorelai smiled at Christopher.
"What?"
"I think you turning down that apartment is an excellent idea."
"I thought you might think that." Christopher smiled back at Lorelai. They were standing so close together they couldn't see each other. He leaned closer and kissed her. She kissed him back.
"Oh, you know what?" Lorelai abruptly broke the kiss. "I actually have to go be in a wedding right now, but I'll talk to you later, okay? And don't forget: good seat. Mucho mucho wind equals very good show."
"Okay. And don't tell Rory."
"Never. She gets too much good news, anyway."
"We'll tell her together."
"Oh, that's what you meant. That makes more sense. Bye." Lorelai smiled giddily as she ran over to her spot at the end of the aisle.
"Bye." Christopher smiled after her and then headed for a seat.
Rory ran over to her mother. Lorelai handed her a bouquet.
"I think I'm going to Washington."
"I think I'm in love."
"Nice!"
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A/N: That's it for right now, but I'm gonna write more soon. My mind's already buzzing with the reception and then Rory leaves for Washington and Lorelai and Christopher have the whole house to theirselves. Isn't that how most of those keg party movies start?