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Biscuit: Not exactly the longest review, but good try, and yes, of course I'll continue this story. I don't know how I could just stop there. Not only would that be weird, it's be unethical. This chapter is probably the last before we get to the 'kissing and doing it' part, kay? Another suspense chapter. Am I keeping you on the edge of your seat? I hope not, cause once (or several times) I fell off my seat and it kind of hurt a lot.
orangesherbert7: Hmm, I totally didn't even really think that much about ehat Miss Patty could be thinking. I might build on that. Thanks for noticing it. And how can anyone not like anything having to do with Luke's pants? You just have to love Luke's pants and boxers, right? Oh, the kissing thing just came to me. I was just typin' along, and I just pretty much typed it without even noticing, and then I laughed at my own joke which is always kinda lame, right? I don't know how I do that sometimes, but I really do kinda type without thinking. Maybe, I'm just tired too often. Oh, and no, Nicole definitely cannot control Luke.
LLfreak8285: It's weird how a lot of the time you, the reviewer like stuff that came to me the easiest. I love that about you guys. You lie the simple humor, but you also appreciate wit. I hope my story has a nice balance. I hate typing sentences that hurt my head. There have been a few confusing ones in this fic. Aww, four-year-olds? Earlier I was talking about how I could never teach English (I like English, cause I'm pretty good at it. Although I've obviously been letting certain things slide in this story.), cause I don't like kids, but I was really talking about like high school or middle school. That age group- mine- is so annoying. I can't imagine what it would be like to be an adult and have to deal with it. Teaching four-year-olds sounds like fun. My sister teaches that age group, actually. She loves it.
Mrs. Scott Patterson: Sorry, the POV's are confusing. It's only going to switch between Luke and Lorelai. It'll never be Rory, so it is only two people. BTW this chapter is about as POV-switching filled as the last, but I hope it's easier. Sorry for the troubles, but glad you like the story. Hmm, finishing vaca with Lorelai and Rory? There already so many suggestions and options for this fic, and this is definitely one of them.
Mordacity! Where are you, girl?
Someone, anyone may have noticed this. I've never been out of the US, so I've never had to make an international call, so I just guessed. On the bad side, I guessed badly. On the good side, I learned how to make an international call (in this chapter it's correct) and no one complained last time.
All the places I'm using- Saint Malo, the motel from this chapter, are real places. In fact, I just randomly picked St. Malo from a map a France, but after doing this chapter and Googling some stuff it sounds really interesting, cool. Nice rocky beaches. And the town is perfect for the story- romantic, but not boring, cultural too, and has a pool near the motel as well as an ocean (although the water would probably be cold, I can prolly find that out as well, for accuaracy) so we can 'see' Luke with his shirt off.
Okay, this is the last chapter til LL meet up and see each other in person again.
Lorelai's POV (on the train to St. Malo)
"So he told us to call him once we get there. I just hope Nicole hasn't thrown his cell overboard... or him."
"Yeah, that would be bad... So what're you gonna tell him?"
"I dunno."
"If he says he and Nicole are breaking up I promise to leave the room so you two can have your privacy."
"Shut up!... Really? You promise?"
"Oh yeah... So are you gonna tell him about your dreams or should I?"
"Mmm, how about... neither?"
"Not an option."
"How about I tell him about one of the dreams and you stay out of it?"
"I guess that'll work too."
"Yay!... I can't wait to see him."
"I noticed."
"I'm just so excited. It's like greeting my love come home from war... There's even a boat."
"Yeah, I guess kinda. Except he's not 'your love', and you don't get to kiss him once you see him."
"I don't, do I?"
"Um, no."
"The only way I can picture it is to greet him with this extremely passionate kiss... on the beach."
"On the beach?"
"I don't why it's on the beach, it just is, okay. I can't control my fantasies."
"You're totally fantasizing about Luke."
"You already knew this, why is it so funny?"
"I don't think it ever won't be."
Well, hopefully someday... very, very soon I won't have to fantasize anymore, ...unless it's even more in the future- us with kids or something.
"So what's Nicole's part in this?"
"Huh?"
"Is she gonna be there when we see Luke? Is she gonna hang out with us?"
"I dunno."
"I guess it depends on if the fight's really serious- if they're still together or not."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Did I freak you out again? Sorry."
"No. I just hadn't thought about that."
"Wouldn't it be weird if Luke and Nicole broke up?"
"Um, ...no. If they don't break up--"
"I know, I know. You won't get to ethically be with him."
"Not exactly what I was gonna say, but--"
"Yours was dirtier, I know."
"Am I that predictable?"
"When you spend every waking moment with you, yes, you are pretty predictable."
"Maybe we shouldn't spend every waking moment together then."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... Maybe, Luke and I could do something alone when we meet up with him."
"That'd be fine with me, but only if Luke--"
"He and Nicole are broken up, I know."
"Our parity strikes again."
7
I put back on my tee shirt and throw a sheet over me after slumping into the familiar chair. I sigh into the cushions, but I don't yet drift to sleep. I should make sure the phone'll wake me up when she calls. God, I hope Nicole won't call.
I get up and grab the phone. I set it on the side table. I have a headache. Need Advil. I walk into the bathroom and take a couple to relieve me of Nicole's aftermath.
Once again, I sigh as I make my way from the bathroom to the chair... I hope Lorelai calls soon. I need some human contact, and when I see her I hope there's human contact.
I end up falling to sleep or at least almost, and wake to the noise again. "Shut up!" I think I rolled over on it, cause it's muffled now. "Ah... Yeah?" I answer it.
"It's me."
Lorelai's on the other line, and I get goose bumps from the sound of her.
"Hey. So are you in St. Malo?"
"Yep, and by the way, it's gorgeous."
"What? You?"
"Luke! You're flirting with me!"
"I noticed."
"Well, I like it. I've got to tell you, I like it a lot."
"I miss you, Lorelai."
"I miss you too."
"I've dreamt about you... countless times."
"I have to say I've dreamt about you too," she replies.
"Dirty?"
"Extremely! As in if I washed my brain out with soap a trillion-bazillion times it would still be as filthy as that guy that made 'Lord of the Rings'."
"Washing your brain out sounds like it would at least hurt a lot."
"Oh, I think it would... Were your dreams dirty?"
"Probably not as dirty as yours, because I have to say you have talent, but still completely filthy."
"I'd like to find out just how filthy."
"I could show you."
"I can't wait to see that... How long will I have to wait?"
"'Til tomorrow. We should be there by then."
"I'll be thinking about you."
"Dirty?"
God that annoying noise again! I wake to find the source sitting right in front of me. God damn dreams!
"What?" I know I sound completely annoyed, but I am. Stupid not-real dreams! Besides I'm not a... 9 pm person.
"What's wrong with you?" I hear Lorelai ask entertained.
"Oh, nothing. You just woke me up."
"It's... 9:04... :05. How can you be asleep?"
"I can't be, cause you woke me up." Okay, grouch. Get over it. You're talking to Lorelai in reality no,w so it does matter what you say.
"Sorry, grouch!" And there she goes with the reading my mind.
"How do you do that? It's creepy."
"Do what?"
"I was just thinking that I'm being grouchy, and I shouldn't be, cause you're..."
"I'm...?"
"You just don't like it when I'm grouchy."
"Sure."
"So you're in St. Malo?" Nice segue.
"Yep."
"Is it pretty?"
"Where I'm standing right now in the train station kinda smells."
"Oh, well, nevermind, I guess."
"When'll you be here?"
"Should be by tomorrow."
"Nice. Us ladies need our beauty sleep before you can see us."
"I've seen you without your 'beauty sleep' before."
"Excuse me, Luke?"
"I mean—you know—when you're tired."
"Sure."
Silence, ...but eventually she breaks it. Thank god.
7
"Will Nicole be with us tomorrow?" If I kill her, she won't be with anyone.
"You make it sound like you're asking if she's gonna die."
"Huh, you're right. How do you do that?
"What?"
"You knew what I was thinking."
"You were thinking about Nicole dying?"
7
"Something like that."
She's darker than I thought she was, ...and I like it! "So you were thinking about killing Nicole?"
7
Wow. He's better than I thought he was. "Luke! That's an awful accusation!" But oh-so-true on many occasions.
"So you have pictured strangling her, drowning her, lighting her on fire, decapitating her?"
"Ooh! Decapitation! I like it." Rory looks at me like I'm insane.
"Nicole won't be joining us. Not because she's dead (is it awful if I say 'too bad'?), but cause I doubt we're together anymore."
"Was the argument I started that bad? I'm so sorry Luke!"
"Oh, it wasn't just that. We had about a dozen others before you called."
"I really am sorry."
"I know you are."
"Sure, cause if you know I want to kill your ex-girlfriend, and I know you're a grouch, you should know this as well."
"She's been out for about four hours now. I doubt she's still in pool. I almost hope she's cheating on me. It would make the break up a little more concrete."
I think I'm smiling. I'm so awful!... They're not together anymore! Yay!
"So where are you sleeping tonight?" he asks.
"Well, we didn't check out the hostels in St. Malo before we came, so we're probably just gonna get a motel room. Is that wrong? I mean we are supposed to be backpacking."
"Of course, it's not wrong. Go crazy- not that you already haven't (just thought I'd throw that in so you didn't think I'd changed my mind about you being crazy). Pamper yourself! Get a room at a Ramada Inn. Hell, get a room with a microwave and a coffee maker."
"Did you really except me to get a room without a coffee maker?"
"Nope."
"Does France have Ramada Inn's?"
"Good question."
"I really don't know. We'll just have to see."
"You'll call me later?"
"When we get to wherever we're going."
"Okay."
"...Thanks Luke."
"For?"
"You'll find out eventually."
7
Intrigue. I like the sound of that. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Lorelai."
"Bye, Luke."
Geez, I must be smiling so much right now! If I go to sleep now, when I wake up, I might be there... or on a raft out to sea that Nicole put me on. God, I can't wait to see Lorelai!
She said she missed me. That means she's been thinking about me. After all, she called me. Is it completely wrong and effeminate if I think I'm giddy, cause I know I am.
I'll never be able to stop thinking about her, will I? I'm going to starve, cause all I can think about is Lorelai... That reminds me that I'm hungry, so I guess I won't die from infatuation. As long as I can relate all important things that I need to do to her, I won't die. I think I might be able to do that. 'Important things I need to do to her'- Dirty! I love how much she rubs off on me. 'Rubs off on me'- Dirty! Okay, that's enough of that for now, I'm gonna get some food. I grab my cell, to make sure she can reach me.
7
"Okay, so we're gonna get a motel room."
"You and Luke?"
"Eventually, yes, but not right now, kay? We," I point between us, "are gonna get a motel room so that we can get our beauty-sleep, all right, Hon?"
"That works."
"Then we'll call Luke again to tell him where we are, and that we're okay."
"And to make sure some randy Frenchman hasn't stolen your heart?"
"...Sure, why not."
7
Just after I've ordered she calls again. "Hey. That was fast," I answer
7
"'—Times at Ridgemont High' in French. I know, I just don't feel like watching that again," I say flipping through the channels.
"I'm gonna take that as a 'hello'."
"I won't tell you you can't."
7
I take a pen out of the same jacket pocket I grabbed the phone.
7
"Okay, why did I call again? ...Oh right- to tell you that no randy Frenchmen have stolen my heart. They haven't I swear. ...Jacque, stop! Be quiet!" Rory giggles beside me.
"What are you yammering about now."
"Nothing. It doesn't matter. Okay, got a pen?"
"Yeah, but you can't borrow it."
"Well, that's not very neighborly."
"Yes, I have a pen."
"Paper?"
"Will a napkin with the words 'Dan's Bar and Grille' suffice."
"Yeah, it'll do. We're at the Hotel de l'Univers (not the least expensive place ever, but it's seaside. By the way, you're going swimming with me.)... Room 12... The phone number is... it looks all confusing, but I am now the expert at European calling and stuff, and the dude that explained it to me, luckily enough, also told me how to call from the US (you) to France or wherever the other person is (me). Okay, here's how you'll call me-" I pick up the cheat sheet from beside me. "Dial 011-33-LN. Then 4-89-88-40-12. I'm so proud of myself. So you got it?"
"Where's the Hotel of the Universe?"
"Ha! You noticed the name! That's why we picked it... That and cause it was like a mile from the 'railway' and the first one we saw."
"So no Ramada?"
"Not that I saw, but there was one of these in Paris so it's a chain too. Ooh! You wanna know something scary?"
"What?"
"There's no coffee maker."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"But there's a bar, I'm happy enough."
"Location, location--"
"Location! Right, sorry. I don't know... It's a couple streets over from some tennis courts. There's some flags out front. It's a tan building- four stories." God I sound stupid!
"I'll find it."
"Okay... Sooo."
"Sooo."
"Whatcha doin'?
"Waiting for dinner."
"What's for dinner?"
"You don't wanna know."
"Is it like brains or something? Something gross no sane person would ever think of eating, but they torture people with on Fear Factor?"
"Salad."
"I knew it was gross! Rory, guess what Luke ordered for dinner?" I make sure he can hear this and her answer.
"A tall blond in a short dress and high heels?"
"Oh, shut up about the Christie Brinkley thing!"
"What's the Christie Brinkley thing?"
"I'll tell you when I see you, kay?"
"Can't wait."
"See you then."
"Bye bye, Lorelai."
"Buh-Bye, Luke."
"Talk to you later, Lorelai."
"I'll talk to you later too."
"Isn't this call costing you like ten bucks?"
"No, the long distance is free with the room."
"Interesting."
"Maybe, do you plan on entertaining me?"
Rory gives me a stare, "Stop flirting over the phone."
"Why?"
"Cause it's weird, and I have to use that phone too. I don't want you and Luke's phone sex hormones and... juices on it," she says with a face as if you contract VD from talking with an extremely, extremely hot guy over the phone.
"Shut up. Okay, Luke. Rory's gone now." She gives me another look. "Justa sec," I say into the phone.
"Hey there!"
"Hi, mom."
"Can you go get me... some coffee and pie from downstairs?" I hand her some money, but she just gives me a disgusted look. "You can get some too."
"Okay!"
"Now Rory's gone."
"She didn't have to leave your room."
"Oh, yes she did."
"Why?"
Silence.
"Lorelai?"
"Okay, maybe I should tell you in person, cause it's kinda weird over the phone."
7
I wonder what this is about. Sounds like someone's dying, or needs to borrow something important, or is in jail, or needs help with something, or... likes someone else. "Let's narrow it down here, okay?"
"Okay."
"Is anyone dying or dead?"
"No."
"Do you need to borrow anything important? Money, a lawyer? Cause I don't have either... No, I take that back. You can have Nicole if you want."
"No thanks. I don't need to borrow anything."
"Is someone in jail?"
"Yeah, lots of people, not not anyone I know... that I know of."
"Well, do you--"
"Luke, can you stop there?"
"Um, yeah, sure." Dammit!
"I just think you had enough guesses. Anyway, I want to tell you. I don't want you to guess."
More silence.
"Lorelai?"
"Do you have something to say or am gonna--"
"I had an extremely naughty sex dream about you. Like triple-X rated"
...What? ...What?
Silence.
7
"Luke?" I breathe truly frightened by his response or... lack thereof.
I've really screwed it up this time.
7
"...What?" I sigh finally. I think I dislocated my jaw when it dropped so far.
7
Rory comes back in with the food in take out boxes and two things of coffee. "I don't wanna say it again."
Rory looks on with curiosity and amusement.
"Why did you- You know, why would you do that?"
"God! You had to ask that question didn't you?... I don't know why. I've thought for more than a month about them, and—No, I know why. I just can't say over the phone."
"'Them'? 'Them'—more than one 'them'?"
"What?" Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
"Were there two dreams, Loreai?"
"Yes," I answer hesitantly. Well, technically it's the truth.
7
The waiter brings me my salad. I mouth 'thank you', and I wait for him to leave the table to continue this obscene conversation with my best friend. "Just two?"
"No."
"...Just a second." I run my hand along my jaw, so it's covering my mouth, then along my chin, then over my forehead, cause I can't think of what to do... at all... ever. What do I do? I dream of this moment forever, then when it actually happens, I'm a complete wreck. If only my heart would stop racing. I chug back some of my beer.
7
God, what's he thinking? What's he doing? Is he gonna hate me forever? I'll have to tell Rory I told him. I just wish I could blame her, but I know if she hadn't told me I had to tell him, I still would have filled him in. This isn't 4th grade! I don't do things just cause I'm dared... Come on, Luke! Come back to the phone.
"I-I. Lorelai?"
"Yeah, Luke?"
Sorry for the cliffy, but I really couldn't find a good place to stop typing, and cause I'm mean like that. Suggestions, questions? Leave a long review.