Okay, I just typed this randomly, to Geometry class necessary, so if it sucks, lemme know.
I never honestly thought that I was ever going to be able to produce 14 chapters of a story. Or 14 of anything, except years of age, and rants (OH! do I HAVE rants) and words, and sentences, and friends (I hope) and reviews (cuz they make me smile) and t-shirts, and Luke/Lorelai fantasies...okay, stopping.
Wow, I have like 80 reviews and all positive. (Gee, I hope I'm not pregnant!)
I know, I am not funny, stop it, go back to the nice room with the padded walls you crazy person.
This one's short, I just spit it out cuz it's by popular demand.
Seriously. You have no idea, feel famous. I check my e-mail every like 20 minutes, and POW! (Alice right to the moon!) A new review!
Lorelai couldn't sleep. Pathetic, wasn't it? Lorelai Gilmore, the heavy-duty sleeper, couldn't. She lost her abilities, with no kryptonite in sight.
Only her's was Luke.
Oh yes, she became weak at the knees whenever he's around, as silly as it sounded.
She looked at the clock-2:32 am!
"This is ridiculous!" she shouted. I'm going to do something productive then.
She got up, assessed what needed to be done, and got to work.
She couldn't believe what she was doing. LORELAI GILMORE was cleaning. Not scrubbing-cleaning, but like, organizing-cleaning. Her bedroom, that is. It has always been, and always will be, a complete mess-until now.
Once that was done, she sauntered down stairs, having no idea what she was doing, went into the kitchen, grabbed some leftover Chinese from a few nights ago, and went out onto the porch. She sat down, eating her food until she hit the empty bottom. She sat on the steps for a while, not realizing how quiet the neighborhood was at such an hour, it was so peaceful.
However, her peace was disrupted when she heard a sound coming from the bushes on the side of her house.
What the hell is that? She thought.
She ran inside, locking the door behind her, grabbing an umbrella, incase she needed to defend herself.
But she nearly had a heart-attack when she heard someone coming through the kitchen door, behind her.
OMG! Is it a burglar? I'll use my umbrella!
Slowly, quietly, she came to the corner, and on impulse jumped into the kitchen, umbrella swinging, screaming, and ready to attack.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" She heard a familiar voice scream.
She turned on the light, to come face-to-face with The Enemy.
"LUKE!"
"Hello."
"YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE?"
"Just shows you how easy it is for someone to break in and kill you in your sleep."
"Oh my God! I nearly had a heart attack!"
"You're going to soon with all the coffee you drink."
She dropped the umbrella, and sulked into a chair, trying to get her pulse back to normal.
"What are you doing breaking into my house at 2 in the morning?"
"What you forgot about me already?" he smiled.
"Uhh, no! You're the reason I couldn't sleep, George!" he smiled at the thought of Lorelai thinking about him constantly.
"Well, I was going to return this." He held up Bert.
"Oh, your secret love box."
"Sure."
"I need coffee." She got up to go make some. "You want some tea?"
"No thanks."
"I must say though, that whole note thing was pretty romantic, however, the whole stalker-thing, is a little over the line." She hit the button on the coffee maker, and immediately heard it start with gurgling noises.
"Well, I couldn't do this in the daylight."
"Uhh, dirty! And yes you could have."
"No I couldn't have."
"Well, I would have stopped by the diner, I mean-the town DOES now know, remember? Babette? Baton twirlers?"
"What?"
"Never mind." Her coffee was done, and she took a long sip, hoping to calm herself down.
"Well, then, in that case...I'm gonna go." He pointed to the door.
"Alright...see you today."
He smiled. "See you today." And on that note, he left.
A few moments she realized, "Hey! He left Bert here...again."
She pulled Bert over to her, opened him up, and inside was a little note that said:
Well then, we'll just have to see what happens, huh?
♥
George Clooney.
P.S. You tell ANYONE that I made a heart, and I will cut you off FOR LIFE.
She laughed, and after, she returned to bed, and fell asleep immediately.
For tradition sake, should I say, "Stop giggling?"
Stop giggling!
So I am typing this as the rerun of Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing Out starts, and I haven't even started my homework yet.
2 CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY?
I should get a medal.
Thank you to EVERYONE who reviewed!
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