Sorry for the looooong gap! I just became discouraged and preoccupied, and
yeah. But now I'm feeling newly ready to write (actually thanks to Emily
Carol, thanks for checking out my story and writing such nice reviews! You
too Kat! Love you babe, even though *your* obligated to tell my it's
great! Anyways, I know it's short, but I just wrote it like, in the past
hour, and I wanted to get something up so you know I'm still thinking about
it and working on it again! I'm gonna bring a notebook with me to the 4th
of July picnic tomorrow... well, today... anyways, I'm back writing! Yay!
Enough rambles, now the story!
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Back at this stupid hospital. Why can't Rory hurry up at get better? We're supposed to be on our honeymoon right now, the one to Venice, Italy, just like she wanted, the one *I* paid expensive money for. And then she goes and gets sick. This definitely was not in my game plan.
"Dean! You're here!" Lorelai.
"Yeah, got here as soon as I could, so, do they have any news on when Rory can get out of this crap-hole?"
"Dean... " Lorelai began. "Dean, Rory's gonna be here a lot longer than we might have hoped... "
"What? But what about everything... the wedding, the honeymoon, our life?!"
"It's gonna have to be put on hold for a little while -"
"Put on hold?! You can't just put my LIFE on hold!!" I knew I was being inconsiderate; somewhere inside I knew I wasn't paying attention to Lorelai's tear-stained face or the sadness in her voice, but I couldn't help it. She was talking like there was something wrong, and there couldn't be something wrong, not after everything I did to create this perfect life. After everything, there couldn't be something to break it.
"Dean, please, be reasonable. Please, just let me tell you"
"Tell me what? I just want Rory out of here, and you sound like she's never leaving!"
"Young man! Unless you have something constructive to say, then if you would please leave my daughter and I in -Dean? My future grandson-in-law? Why in the world are you causing such a scene? And in a public place no less?"
"I -it's just -" Why is it that my future grandmother-in-law intimidates me so much?
"I think you owe us both an apology" What is it with her and manners?
"I just... I just want Rory out of here? Is that such a bad thing to want?"
"Well, Dean, it looks like that isn't going to happen anytime soon. Rory has cancer. Leukemia to be more precise."
"Oh. I..."
"Dean, you don't have to say anything"
"I just... I didn't know it was so serious"
"Neither did anyone else"
"So... what now?"
"Now? Now you need to go talk to my daughter"
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Psst. You, yeah, the one that was about to just move on to something else in their life. Hey, you see that little button in the corner, the one that says review? Yeah, you know, you *could* possibly push that, and you know, write something. And it doesn't even have to be great, if you thought it sucked, then, hey, tell me it sucked, just, do it nicely, cuz it's nicer that way. Or if you think it has potential and want to point out some stuff to help me improve, that works too. Now, go on. You know you want to, everyone's doing it!
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Back at this stupid hospital. Why can't Rory hurry up at get better? We're supposed to be on our honeymoon right now, the one to Venice, Italy, just like she wanted, the one *I* paid expensive money for. And then she goes and gets sick. This definitely was not in my game plan.
"Dean! You're here!" Lorelai.
"Yeah, got here as soon as I could, so, do they have any news on when Rory can get out of this crap-hole?"
"Dean... " Lorelai began. "Dean, Rory's gonna be here a lot longer than we might have hoped... "
"What? But what about everything... the wedding, the honeymoon, our life?!"
"It's gonna have to be put on hold for a little while -"
"Put on hold?! You can't just put my LIFE on hold!!" I knew I was being inconsiderate; somewhere inside I knew I wasn't paying attention to Lorelai's tear-stained face or the sadness in her voice, but I couldn't help it. She was talking like there was something wrong, and there couldn't be something wrong, not after everything I did to create this perfect life. After everything, there couldn't be something to break it.
"Dean, please, be reasonable. Please, just let me tell you"
"Tell me what? I just want Rory out of here, and you sound like she's never leaving!"
"Young man! Unless you have something constructive to say, then if you would please leave my daughter and I in -Dean? My future grandson-in-law? Why in the world are you causing such a scene? And in a public place no less?"
"I -it's just -" Why is it that my future grandmother-in-law intimidates me so much?
"I think you owe us both an apology" What is it with her and manners?
"I just... I just want Rory out of here? Is that such a bad thing to want?"
"Well, Dean, it looks like that isn't going to happen anytime soon. Rory has cancer. Leukemia to be more precise."
"Oh. I..."
"Dean, you don't have to say anything"
"I just... I didn't know it was so serious"
"Neither did anyone else"
"So... what now?"
"Now? Now you need to go talk to my daughter"
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Psst. You, yeah, the one that was about to just move on to something else in their life. Hey, you see that little button in the corner, the one that says review? Yeah, you know, you *could* possibly push that, and you know, write something. And it doesn't even have to be great, if you thought it sucked, then, hey, tell me it sucked, just, do it nicely, cuz it's nicer that way. Or if you think it has potential and want to point out some stuff to help me improve, that works too. Now, go on. You know you want to, everyone's doing it!