Author's Greeting- Hello. I'm would just like to say I'm deeply sorry for the long wait. I know. I suck, but I guess I'm still in denial. They ruined the show. But I probably shouldn't start because that will cause ranting and ranting means that the story will never get written. No ranting. I promise. Btw, I love the Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. That movie rocked.
bellybuttonsrcool- Thanks for the song. I looked it up. Very sweet. Btw, I love your screen name.
javarox- ASP is in my bad graces too.
Bayleigh Anne- It's good you didn't get in trouble because I would feel guilty.
rubberducky3399- Your right. We should make laughy a word. I think laughy is a girl, but what do you think about smiley? That really could go either way. And about the button, let's just say the button is a bluish, purpely color. I'm glad you liked the hand gesture, jazz hands quote. Here's my favorite quote from your review: "oh, and i want a fish." So I need to ask, did you get your fish? What would you want to name this fish? If you can't think of a name for it just call it Bob. I always do. And as for the worshipping of the button that's a bluish, purpely color, I say you should worship the one below my story. It's the best one you know. Sorry my answer was only about half as long as your review.
Button that's a bluish, purpely color we're awfully fond of you!
Lolabelle26- Thank you for caring! Would you like to join the jazz hand club? I know it sound weird. Just go with it.
natural buff buff- I will compromise on this with you by saying that the button is a bluish, purpely color. Are you happy? Anyways, thank you for caring, and please care again. Yes I know I monologize (whether that's a word or not), but I think it brings a certain color to the story. Purple with neon green polka dots to be exact.
Disclaimer- SJV, a pirate troll (I traded the medium sized green haired troll to my mom for the pirate troll, so it's her lawsuit now. Muahahaha!), ticket stub from the Pirates of the Caribbean 2 movie, and nothin- oh wait! I found my beanbag chair, and Omg! I can see my floor! It's a miracle!
Key: If you don't know the key by now, you obviously weren't paying close enough attention. Therefore, it is your fault and I refuse to give you one.
The story is below. Read it! I command you to!
"Oh yeah. If you can say you don't love Lorelai without any doubt, we'll believe you and leave you alone," Babette finished smirking.
"I… uh.. I, um don't…"
The T.T. and SJV were both smirking. (Yes I know there is some doubt that an inner voice can smirk or have facial expressions in general, but I'm not having that conversation again!)
"Alright fine! I love (I would just like to comment that even though he finally said the word love (without studdering might I add), he still used the hand gesture. Force of habit I guess.) Lorelai! Are you happy?
A gasp came from the front door.
(AN- A great place for a cliffhanger if I were pure evil which I am, but I took a very long time updating so this is not my cliffhanger.)
All 4 people (and inner voice's) smirks grow wider when they realized who was at the door. It was Rory Gilmore.
"Rory," a very shocked Luke replied.
"Oh my god. I can't believe this. Oh my god," Rory said, more shocked then Luke.
"Rory, let me explain-"
"You guys actually did it! I mean it's not so much a surprise about what you said Luke, but that they actually got you to admit it."
"What?"
"Well Luke it's not really a surprise that you love Mom. Everyone knows that. I just thought that it would take a hell of a lot more than one of Miss. Patty's schemes to get you to admit it."
"Rory," he said clearly annoyed.
"I mean they have been trying for year and you never once-"
"Rory," he growled. "Can I talk to you upstairs for a minute?"
"Sure."
Once upstairs, they both sat down at the table.
"Look Rory. I need you to promise not to tell your mom."
"No of course not."
"Thanks," Luke said relieved.
"You have to do that."
"What?"
"Well Luke, you have to tell Mom. Do you really want to see the love of your life-"
"Well I never called her that-"
"Get married to a man that's completely wrong for her. Don't get me wrong, Mike's nice and all, but clearly not right for my mom."
"Rory," Luke said gently.
"You're obviously perfect for mom. You compliment her. She eats junk food, you try to get her to eat healthy. You don't talk much, she talks a mile a minute. You know nothing about pop culture, she can pop out a witty reference faster than you can say cheese doodle. You're the ying to her yang. The cheese to her pizza. The fluff to her nutter. Okay, bad example considering your not really all that fluffy, and she is most definitely the nutter, but you get my point." Rory pauses, contemplating whether or not she should really share the next piece of information.
"Look. You love Mom and I know she loves you. So suck whatever reason you had for breaking up with her in the first place up and, tell her you love her and want to be with her."
"Rory, I-"
"Just think about it Luke."
She got up for her seat and headed to the door.
"Oh, and Luke."
"Yeah?"
"I won't tell mom."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome." And with that she left.
I stop here promising to update by Sunday for both of my stories. I already know exactly what to write and would write them right now, but my hands are tired 'cause I'm a really slow typer.
Like always shot the bluish, purplely colored button a little love. It's the nicest button. It's name is Bob. Bob the bluish, purplely colored button. Has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?
