Me again. (Like a pop-up book from hell, huh?)
So, uhh, once again, THIS IS SHORT!
"Why?" You ask? Because I have been sick for the past week, (tear, tear) and I have been meaning to do this, but couldn't find the brain power. So, here I am. "HELLO. Nice to see y-. (sneeze)" And still sick.
Okay, so stop your whining when you find out how unbelievably short this is, but I felt bad cuz you guys have been going a whole week cold turkey, AND WE ARE JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART! (I hope) but anyways, yeah.
Thanks to ALL who read/reviewed. Medals for EVERYONE!
She came back to the diner for dinner later that night, at closing as usual, with more news about her major-suck-o day.
"...And Sookie's all uptight, running around yelling 'I DON'T HAVE A SPICE RACK! I DON'T HAVE A SPICE RACK!' like some schizophrenic mental patient! It's in 2 DAYS, the day after tomorrow! We can still get her a spice rack. Maybe not from another country like all of her appliances. But it still won't have enough time to make friends with the popular, big, fancy, French stove, but I heard that the blender from Sweden was pretty nice..."
"A Swedish blender?" Luke interrupted; Lorelai was doing Suck-O Day Rant Part II. But, he liked listening to her insane, crazy rants about nothing. She talked, he listened.
"A Swedish blender, George." She assured him as she took one of her fries, scooped some ketchup on it and shoved it in her mouth, much to his disgust and her pleasure.
"The way you people eat is unbelievably disgusting." He said, disapprovingly.
"The way you DON'T eat is unbelievably disgusting." She quipped back, another fry going into her mouth.
"Well, the day is pretty much over, and then big Thursday is around the corner. And you will have your own inn"
"You're still coming." She pointed a finger at him, arching her brows.
"Alright, if you insist."
"I do. And besides..." she got the 'mischievous' look on her face. "Who else is going to get the Honeymoon suite-Lucky room number 7? I mean- I AM in charge of deciding who gets what room...Certainly not Rory and Paris, and my parents would probably beat me with a truffled goose head or portrait of George Washington or some large book if I put them up to anything romantic..." she wiggled her eyebrows; she was a natural-born flirter.
"Looking forward to it."
"I know you are." She leaned in over the counter.
"You have no idea." He closed the distance between them, kissing her. And truth was, he could think of nothing he'd rather do. But one kiss grew to immense passion, and for about the 3rd time there, they struggled up the steps to his apartment above. A full night planned ahead of them.
He had a crazy idea planned for the test run in the back of his mind. It would be the perfect time...but he wasn't sure about it. I mean-they had only been dating for about 3 weeks. (A/N: Not sure about the time-frame here, but just go with it.) And this was a BIG step, and he didn't want to wreck the relationship on pure stupidity. He's so been there, done that.
Giggle, giggle, giggle. I'm not fighting it anymore.
Okay, so the 'Swedish blender' thing was kinda a joke from today in Geo class. (Where all good ideas are made) As a little 'fun fact', it just so happened that it fit in with the story! YA! Randomness is COOL.
But yeah. Okay, stopping with the foolish-ness and getting to the-
'PLEASE REVIEW' part. So...
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But yeah-buh by- (sneeze!) bye! (sneeze!)
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