A/N: I apologize for my slow updates.I got caught up in Harry Potter Mania.
For you Potter fans out there, I have started on a Fictional Book Six
already. On with the show.
* * *
bAct One/b
"So have you talked to your dad yet?" Lane asked Rory on Wednesday
morning as they walked to the photo hut.
"No, and I don't plan to," Rory sighed.
"Has he called?" she asked again.
"Several times," Rory's shoulders sagged. "I think he's starting to
get the hint."
"Oh," Lane said, not sure what else to ask about Chris/
"I got another e-mail from Jess," Rory said suddenly after a short
silence.
"Really?" Lane looked interested. "What did he have to say?"
"Just hey, he got some new books," Rory told her, a hint of sadness in
her voice. "He asked how I was, how Luke was."
"What did you say?" Lane inquired.
"I told him about Dad," Rory smiled slightly. "I told him to just call
Luke already." Lane smiled too, knowing that Jess really did care about
Luke, but just didn't know how to make the first move with him.
"We're here," Lane gestured to the building in front of them.
"Yeah," Rory noted. "How are things with you and Dave?"
"Great!" Lane smiled happily, and Rory had to grin as well.
"What you said before," Rory brought up tentatively. "Have you two."
"No," Lane assured her. "We had a great date though, but we talked
about it and agreed that there was no need to rush anything."
"That's good," Rory said honestly. "Lane?"
"Yeah?"
"Dave's a Ireally/I great guy," Rory told her sincerely. She
remembered how nice he was to her and decided that she would be a total-
Dave-supporter.
"I know," Lane smiled giddily and Rory could tell that her friend was
in love.
* * *
Lorelai was in the lobby of the Dragonfly, trying to get the new computer to work. They had invested money into Michel-friendly software, as they had already asked them if he wanted to be their Assistant Manager, and were now in the process of installing it. Or rather, they were Itrying/I to install it.
Lorelai was just about to throw a shoe at the screen when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she answered it, slipping her shoe back onto her foot.
"Lorelai?" her father's voice answered her over the line. "How are you?"
"Hi Dad," she was surprised by his call. He rarely called her about anything. "I'm okay, though I'm about an inch away from breaking this stupid computer. How are you?"
"I'm fine, thank-you," he said politely. "I know you're busy so I'll be quick. I assume that Luke has told you about the softball tournament?"
"Yeah, he mentioned that he's playing in it," Lorelai walked into the kitchen to pour herself her tenth cup of coffee. "Rory and I planned on cheering you guys on."
"Well, I would appreciate that," he chuckled. "But actually I was calling to ask if you and Rory would be interested in playing as well."
Lorelai laughed. "You want us to play baseball," she asked incredulously.
"Softball," he corrected and she rolled her eyes. "If you would like to play I would make you a spot on the team."
"Um, well I'm not sure Dad," she told him honestly. "We're not really sports people. Listen, will you be home later this evening?"
"Yes, why?" Richard asked.
"Well, Rory is working right now but I'll ask her when she gets home tonight. We'll call you later and let you know," Lorelai said.
"That's sounds fine," he said. "I'll talk to you tonight then. Goodbye."
"Bye," she was about to hang up when he cut her off.
"Oh, Lorelai!" he said, hoping to catch her before she hung up.
"Yeah?" she asked him.
"Your mother and I really like Luke," he said nervously. "Just so you know. . . we wouldn't mind seeing more of him. You know, if you wanted to bring him along sometime."
Lorelai smiled, and though Richard couldn't see her, he knew she was smiling. "Okay," she finally said, a strange feeling in her chest that felt suspiciously like glee at her father's approval of Luke. "Bye Daddy." She hung up the phone.
From his end, Richard smiled at the receiver in his hand. "Bye Lorelai," he said and hung up as well.
* * *
"Marco?" Rory greeted as she walked into the house after work.
"Polo!" Lorelai emerged form the kitchen to greet her. "How was your day?"
"Not bad," Rory slipped out of her vest and threw it onto the couch. "How was yours?"
"Interesting," Lorelai smirked.
"What?"
"Your Grandpa called me today," she said, struggling not to laugh. "He wants us to play in the tournament this weekend."
"What?" Rory didn't believe her. "Seriously?"
"Yep, if we want to. He said he'd save us spots in the line up or whatever," Lorelai smiled.
"Well, I don't want to," Rory couldn't believe he'd even asked. She noticed the smile on Lorelai's face and her mouth dropped open. "No way! You're going to play?"
Lorelai rubbed her hands together and laughed manically in reply.
"Do you even know how to play baseball?" Rory asked her.
"Luke's going to teach me," Lorelai replied. "I'm going to go meet him now."
"No way!" Rory yelled again.
"Way!" Lorelai slipped on a pair of sneakers. "Can you call Richard and tell him that I'm going to play, but you're not. He's expecting a call."
"Okay," Rory walked over to the phone.
"There's money for food," Lorelai told her. "I'll see you later."
"Bye Mom," Rory called out as she dialed.
"Bye," Lorelai slipped out the door and left to meet Luke, almost skipping the whole way there.
bCommercial Break. . ./b
* * *
bAct One/b
"So have you talked to your dad yet?" Lane asked Rory on Wednesday
morning as they walked to the photo hut.
"No, and I don't plan to," Rory sighed.
"Has he called?" she asked again.
"Several times," Rory's shoulders sagged. "I think he's starting to
get the hint."
"Oh," Lane said, not sure what else to ask about Chris/
"I got another e-mail from Jess," Rory said suddenly after a short
silence.
"Really?" Lane looked interested. "What did he have to say?"
"Just hey, he got some new books," Rory told her, a hint of sadness in
her voice. "He asked how I was, how Luke was."
"What did you say?" Lane inquired.
"I told him about Dad," Rory smiled slightly. "I told him to just call
Luke already." Lane smiled too, knowing that Jess really did care about
Luke, but just didn't know how to make the first move with him.
"We're here," Lane gestured to the building in front of them.
"Yeah," Rory noted. "How are things with you and Dave?"
"Great!" Lane smiled happily, and Rory had to grin as well.
"What you said before," Rory brought up tentatively. "Have you two."
"No," Lane assured her. "We had a great date though, but we talked
about it and agreed that there was no need to rush anything."
"That's good," Rory said honestly. "Lane?"
"Yeah?"
"Dave's a Ireally/I great guy," Rory told her sincerely. She
remembered how nice he was to her and decided that she would be a total-
Dave-supporter.
"I know," Lane smiled giddily and Rory could tell that her friend was
in love.
* * *
Lorelai was in the lobby of the Dragonfly, trying to get the new computer to work. They had invested money into Michel-friendly software, as they had already asked them if he wanted to be their Assistant Manager, and were now in the process of installing it. Or rather, they were Itrying/I to install it.
Lorelai was just about to throw a shoe at the screen when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she answered it, slipping her shoe back onto her foot.
"Lorelai?" her father's voice answered her over the line. "How are you?"
"Hi Dad," she was surprised by his call. He rarely called her about anything. "I'm okay, though I'm about an inch away from breaking this stupid computer. How are you?"
"I'm fine, thank-you," he said politely. "I know you're busy so I'll be quick. I assume that Luke has told you about the softball tournament?"
"Yeah, he mentioned that he's playing in it," Lorelai walked into the kitchen to pour herself her tenth cup of coffee. "Rory and I planned on cheering you guys on."
"Well, I would appreciate that," he chuckled. "But actually I was calling to ask if you and Rory would be interested in playing as well."
Lorelai laughed. "You want us to play baseball," she asked incredulously.
"Softball," he corrected and she rolled her eyes. "If you would like to play I would make you a spot on the team."
"Um, well I'm not sure Dad," she told him honestly. "We're not really sports people. Listen, will you be home later this evening?"
"Yes, why?" Richard asked.
"Well, Rory is working right now but I'll ask her when she gets home tonight. We'll call you later and let you know," Lorelai said.
"That's sounds fine," he said. "I'll talk to you tonight then. Goodbye."
"Bye," she was about to hang up when he cut her off.
"Oh, Lorelai!" he said, hoping to catch her before she hung up.
"Yeah?" she asked him.
"Your mother and I really like Luke," he said nervously. "Just so you know. . . we wouldn't mind seeing more of him. You know, if you wanted to bring him along sometime."
Lorelai smiled, and though Richard couldn't see her, he knew she was smiling. "Okay," she finally said, a strange feeling in her chest that felt suspiciously like glee at her father's approval of Luke. "Bye Daddy." She hung up the phone.
From his end, Richard smiled at the receiver in his hand. "Bye Lorelai," he said and hung up as well.
* * *
"Marco?" Rory greeted as she walked into the house after work.
"Polo!" Lorelai emerged form the kitchen to greet her. "How was your day?"
"Not bad," Rory slipped out of her vest and threw it onto the couch. "How was yours?"
"Interesting," Lorelai smirked.
"What?"
"Your Grandpa called me today," she said, struggling not to laugh. "He wants us to play in the tournament this weekend."
"What?" Rory didn't believe her. "Seriously?"
"Yep, if we want to. He said he'd save us spots in the line up or whatever," Lorelai smiled.
"Well, I don't want to," Rory couldn't believe he'd even asked. She noticed the smile on Lorelai's face and her mouth dropped open. "No way! You're going to play?"
Lorelai rubbed her hands together and laughed manically in reply.
"Do you even know how to play baseball?" Rory asked her.
"Luke's going to teach me," Lorelai replied. "I'm going to go meet him now."
"No way!" Rory yelled again.
"Way!" Lorelai slipped on a pair of sneakers. "Can you call Richard and tell him that I'm going to play, but you're not. He's expecting a call."
"Okay," Rory walked over to the phone.
"There's money for food," Lorelai told her. "I'll see you later."
"Bye Mom," Rory called out as she dialed.
"Bye," Lorelai slipped out the door and left to meet Luke, almost skipping the whole way there.
bCommercial Break. . ./b