Presenting … Lucas Danes?
By GilmoreGirl1979 (the Reigning Quote Queen)
Provider of Quality FAN FICTION
Rating: let's say PG-13 because well, I can't write smut… I break into girlie giggles … because it's so absurd… me… writing smut… it's funny, especially those who know me well….
R/R: yes please I love reviews, I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)
Friendly disclaimer: Chapter 1 once again, I don't own (DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue. I reject ASPs Reality and substitute my own!
Luvz: Miss you!
A/N: it's been awhile huh… honestly I didn't realize that it had been so long since I updated… OI! Who knew time flew so fast!
Thanks to all you who kept after for more of this fic… I will try and be better; apparently this is my beta's favorite… so she had sway with me… lol… thanks Localizy.
A/N: Dialogued borrowed from 2.10 - The Bracebridge Dinner /written by Daniel Palladino /directed by Chris Long dialogued and intentions changed by Gilmoregirl1979!
A/N: After Localizy read this chapter she said… "God I love this story (you can quote me)"
So I did!
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Chapter 19:
A Fireside Confession
Lorelai made sure to seat Luke at the other end of the table so he wouldn't continue to distract her from her hosting duties, as well as interacting with other people, including her parents.
She got a rare compliment from her dad, "Lorelai, this is just beautiful. It's like something out of Architectural Digest. You should be very proud."
"Thanks Dad."
…and received the usual criticism from Emily "Your dress needs pressing."
"Thanks Mom."
"Your pod Grandpa is still happy as a clam." Lorelai sat down next to Rory, but kept an eye on Luke and Jess. Actually, she was making eyes at Luke, and scowling at Jess.
"See, I told you this would be good for him."
"When you're right, you're right." Lorelai had to shrug.
Rune entered in costume, and announced, "Welcome Lords and Ladies. I call upon these sprightly horns to commence our proceedings."
Lorelai smiled as she saw Luke and Jess bond as the talked during dinner, unable to hear their conversation from her end of the table.
"We should've eaten before we came," Jess whispered.
"Shh!" Luke hushed, "And yeah."
"What's the white stuff?"
"I think it's cheese - or cream."
"And the green stuff?"
"I think it's…best picked off," his uncle advised, picking off his own green stuff from his soup bowl.
Lorelai forced herself to stop staring at Luke once Kirk was at her side and about to serve her soup. She gave him a hard time and teased and egged him on till he broke his old English character.
Seven beers later for Bootsy, the dessert course was being served. Lorelai withstood a lecture on the anachronisms of the evening from Paris whom Rory unexpectedly invited to the party. Lorelai could finally focus on her parent's, since Luke had already gone to bed; and while Lorelai was anxious to surprise Luke by putting her plan in motion, she happily listened in as her Pod Father told a story of his and her mother's travels through Europe, as to not arouse suspicion.
are, it's a beautiful moonlit Prague night, and we're strolling across the Charles Bridge when we come across this group of kids blasting this song by that...Oh, that awful woman. Who is she? The tall bony one, married to the deceased mustachioed congressman. "
"Cher?" Rory supplied.
"That's the one!" Emily pointed with a finger.
"The year of 'Do you believe in life after love?'" quipped Lorelai.
"A difficult time for all of us," Rory agreed.
"Well, I was appalled. Prague has played host to some of the greatest composers in history. Mozart named a symphony after it, for heaven's sake. So what did I do!"
"I have tried so hard to forget this," Emily shook her head.
Richard drew himself up proudly, "I stood beside them and their boom box and I hummed Mozart's Prague Symphony as loud as I could."
"A bizarro Battle of the Bands," Lorelai laughed never having seen Richard have such a good time.
"And did it work?" Taylor Doose was on the edge of his seat.
"Well, they quickly packed up and went their way," Richard smiled haughtily.
"But then he kept on humming the Mozart. He wouldn't stop. "
"Well, at that point I was hoping for some gullible tourists to drop money at my feet."
"And two of them did."
"And I kept it!" he cackled.
Taylor tried to compliment, "You know, this might be the most interesting conversation I've ever had with an insurance man."
"Aww, I'm hurt," Richard frowned.
Taylor was quick to apologize, "I'm sorry Richard. What I meant was that…"
Richard waved it off, "No, what you meant was that people in the insurance industry are drones. Well I agree. They are a dull, dull lot, and I am glad to be rid of them."
That's when the evening turned. When the bomb dropped and destroyed what had been an enjoyable night in elder Gilmores' company.
"Rid of them?" Lorelai cocked her head to one side.
"Oh, are you retired Richard?" Taylor asked.
Richard seemed flustered, "Well, uh…"
"Of course he's not. Richard? Richard?" Emily said laughing at the notion.
"Actually…I am."
Then Bootsy's beers then came in handy, seeing everyone was quiet and not enjoying themselves, Bootsy reminded everyone that it was a party and distracted everyone from Richard's announcement with his rendition of Hotel California.
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Lorelai and Rory were getting ready for bed. Well, Rory was getting ready for bed, Lorelai was getting ready to pull an Emma Peale mission of stealth.
"Did Grandma and Grandpa say a word to each other the rest of the night?" Rory asked.
"No," Lorelai sighed sadly, wondering if Rory was going to guilt her into staying put and not seeing Luke.
"Why didn't he tell anyone?"
"I'm sorry, are you asking me to interpret my parents' motives?"
"My mistake." She pulled up the covers and asked awkwardly, "So … you and Luke are like…a safe distance away… right… you know … from this particular room?" So I won't be scarred!
"Yes," as Lorelai finished touching her make up.
"Umm Mom?"
"Yes?" Lorelai sang to hide her annoyance; every question Rory asked was time away from Luke-Lorelai alone time.
"Have you heard from Dad recently?" Rory asked since she was expecting a call.
Lorelai had been waiting for this, "What dad - your dad?" Jeez, can't I have just one evening to think of my self… and my needs.
"Yeah, my dad."
"Why?"
"Because he's my dad, and well after the whole ball thing… he seemed to want to make up for it… and he usually checks in this time of year and he hasn't checked in yet. I mean, I know he's probably busy with Sherry and the new apartment and...what?" seeing something shadow across Lorelai's face.
"There may have been a call," Lorelai admitted, squirming where she stood, then folding her arms and rolling her eyes.
"There may have been? You don't remember?"
"Well, things have been so hectic, you know, with the Bracebridge Dinner, and um, building a snowwoman, and trying to find a moment for me and Luke…"
"Mom?"
"Yes, he called! He called, he called, he called and invited you, and it's not too late to go. He called and invited you to spend the holidays with him instead of with your mother, who knows you better and loves you more, or to spend Christmas with Luke whom you actually like over t his Sherry woman! So there you go. I thought you were still mad at him… so I was trying to protect you… next time an 'I' beam falls in your vicinity I won't call 'heads' …I'm sorry I didn't tell you, so there!"
"He invited me over?"
"Yes, are you deaf?"
"No, I'm just trying to separate the gist from the ubububububah."
"Well, the gist is he invited you, okay?"
"Why didn't he invite me himself?"
"Because he's pretending to be considerate by running it past me first."
"Was he maybe not pretending to be considerate, and actually being considerate?"
"Maybe. But I wouldn't put it past him to be inconsiderate. The guy doesn't have the greatest track record." Lorelai felt uncomfortable under Rory's gaze again, "And I thought we were still mad at him?"
"Mom, I told him to try calling in a month… I've been expecting this since Thanksgiving…Why didn't you tell me? He's probably waiting for my answer, and has been holding off making plans."
Lorelai was shocked, "You… you want to go?"
"You don't want me to go?" Rory countered; her mother's feelings on the matter apparent.
"Seriously… you want to go?" Lorelai asked genuinely, without scoff.
"If its okay with you…I might," Rory really didn't know if what she wanted to do with this new information.
"You're so willing to forgive him… I mean at the ball you were… upset, angry... I thought…"
"That I was still running with you…away from him?"
"I'm not running from him…Rory he said some pretty hurtful, insinuating things to me… things that I can't forget so easily…okay, he insulted me… he insulted Luke! Now if you, on the other hand are so ready to forgive and forget then fine, I, however…" don't have to do anything…
Rory recalled her conversation with Jess during their sleigh ride, on how his mother didn't want him over the holidays, and how Luke was covering for his sister. Rory could tell Jess was hurt by the subterfuge his uncle deemed necessary, but even more so by being ignored by his only true parent; despite Jess' tough guy exterior Rory wondered if he really missed his mom, as she had missed her dad. Rory now knew there was indeed a call from her father, an olive branch to mend the pain he had always seemed to cause. Regardless of how upset her mom was Rory also took Luke's words into account, that Chris deserved another chance; that he was the only father Rory would have, and that Luke would always be there for her if she needed him to fill in again. "What did he say? Dad?"
"It was two months ago… I don't remember exactly…" Lorelai shifted her crossed her arms again, still feeling squirmy and uncomfortable.
"Well, you're still upset over it…"
Lorelai knew exactly what Christopher had said…at least the gist of it, "Do you really want to hear this?"
"It might win your case," Rory said plainly.
"He basically… told me that I was a bad mother, insinuating that I slept around, bringing home a different guy every night and was setting a bad example for you."
"Hmm," Rory considered, "Well, nothing could be further from the truth… and that is kinda harsh." Rory's forgiveness scale was tilting toward spending her Christmas with her mom and Luke, but the weight of Luke's advise, of giving Christopher a another chance still tilted the scales back to undecided. "Do you think …maybe he was jealous? I mean, he did find you …and Luke in flagrante delicto."
"…But he has Sherry, I have Luke...we've both moved on."
"Maybe…that's what's wigging him … and you out?" Rory suggested.
"What? Are you suddenly a psychology major?"
"Mom, you and dad…well, you've both grown up a bit… sorta… I mean you had me to take care of so you are way further along than him… but… maybe it's finally hitting both of you…that well, you two won't be together…in the end."
"Wow," Lorelai suddenly sunk to the vanity's chair, "I didn't think about it like …that."
Rory had let go of that wish as soon as her mother revealed her relationship with Luke. Even last spring, when Christopher had come to Stars Hollow, she had wished her parents would fall in love again. Things had changed when Max proposed, and then again when her mother ran away three days before that wedding. As things stood now, Lorelai was in love with Luke, or at least Rory hoped she was. "Well, like you said… you have Luke… you …really care about him" Rory worded delicately, "…I know you love to spend time with him." Naked time… Ewww.
"I do," Lorelai said, as if realizing it for the first time.
"So, maybe, everything will be okay...even if the perfect family isn't together." Rory thought of her wedding day for some reason and she couldn't help but picture Luke there instead of Christopher.
Lorelai shyly admitted, "I just can't bear the thought of you hanging out…with that woman…"
"If it makes you feel better I'll call you mom, and I'll call her Mommy Sherry."
"Don't joke about that…she's practically your step mother anyway."
"Well, that makes Luke practically my step father then…"
Lorelai gasped, "Luke!" she just remembered.
"You've missed twenty minutes of your specially arranged alone time from wigging," Rory informed.
Lorelai checked herself in the mirror one more time, grabbed the overnight bag with her next day's clothes, and she was about to go out the door when Lorelai turned back to her daughter and asked again, "So do you think you're gonna go and stay with them?"
"I'll have to think about it," Rory evaded.
"Do you have to think about it because you know that it's killing me not to know whether you're going or not and you want to torture me like that?"
"Nope, I just don't know if I want to do it."
"Oh."
"I mean, he has ignored me for years… and those were some pretty nasty things he said to you…and Luke, but…" Rory had to admit, "It was nice of him to ask though."
"It was very nice."
"I asked him to call and he did… he followed through …for once. That's an… improvement."
Lorelai looked like she was rooted to the spot, like she didn't want to leave Rory alone to mull over the decision.
"Mom, go."
"Well, technically he doesn't know I'm coming… I could stay…and help you…"
"Mom, you haven't seen him… like that… for weeks…Go… you need to relax with your fella."
Lorelai smiled at her thoughtful daughter, grabbed the door handle, and turned back, "You promise you won't tell anyone; not even Sookie?"
"As far as I'm concerned, you are snoring in that bed," pointing the other Queen in the room, "I'll even put some pillows under the covers for authenticity."
With the small over night bag in one hand, the other on the doorknob, Lorelai scoffed "I do not snore…" As she opened the door to nearly crash into her mother. Okay right away bad!
"Mom?" Lorelai suddenly felt like she was sixteen again, and flashed back to a memory of being caught sneaking out of her parent's house. Instinctively she tossed the small over night bag around the corner of the entryway, near the room's closet, so her mother wouldn't see it.
"How did you do that?" Emily asked astonished.
"Do what?" Lorelai said confused, since she was trying to sneak off to see her boy friend… a boyfriend her mother didn't know anything about.
"Know to open the door for me before I knocked?" Emily clarified.
"Umm I didn't, I was heading out…"
"It's ten thirty at night," Emily challenged, "… how could you be heading out?" Noticing her daughter was still fully dressed.
Lorelai always thought fast when lying to her mother, "Well, I run this place mom… I have to … check on things…" Lorelai lied, only two feet away from freedom and my evening with Luke.
"What could you possibly need to check on at ten thirty at night when all your guests are asleep?"
Not wanting to reveal her secret plan of spending the night with Luke, Lorelai said under her breath "Not all of them."
"What?" Emily asked.
"Nothing," Lorelai supplied quickly.
"Are you wearing make-up?" Emily found it suspicious so late at night.
"Umm, well, I have to… look pretty… for all my guests," one in particular, realizing she was being repetitive, Lorelai shifted the focus, "Hey, you needed something?"
"I need a new room," Emily said proudly as she entered the room fully.
"What?" Oh boy … this is gonna take longer than five minutes.
"I can't stay in that room," Emily almost whimpered, as she crossed and sat down on Lorelai's intended bed.
Lorelai exchanged a brief worried look with Rory, Rory only shrugged not knowing how she could help her mother escape this situation, to be with Luke.
Lorelai informed Emily, "There are no other rooms, Mom."
"Well, then I'll go home," taking offense that her daughter wouldn't help her, wanting to make a statement to her husband, to stand on principal.
Rory said in a concerned voice, "Grandma, it's late." She knew when her grandmother got emotional, she didn't really think clearly.
Lorelai had to agree, "And pitch black, and the roads are icy. You can't be driving."
"Well, I'm not going back to that room," Emily said firmly.
"I'm guessing you and Dad had it out about the job thing?" seeing her plans for a romantic night with Luke going out the window.
Emily confessed, "We haven't even spoken since dinner. I'm so upset I wouldn't know where to begin. I couldn't take being around him anymore. What he did is inexcusable, not letting me know he left his job - as if it didn't affect me?"
Seeing a rare moment of weakness in her mother, Lorelai had to comfort her, "Aw mom, try to calm down. Here, take this bed … and Rory and I will… share," resigned that her surprise romantic evening was a bust. Sorry, Luke, well at least he doesn't know what he's missing.
Rory silently gave her mother a look that seemed to say, "What are you doing? You'll never get away now."
Lorelai rolled her eyes behind Emily's back in return, in their unspoken language, in this instance, that meant "I know."
"I'm just a burden," Emily self pitied again.
Lorelai felt the need to console her mother, "You're not a burden, Mom."
"Well, okay, thank you," Emily settled in bed, "How do you turn out the light?"
"I'll get it."
"I thought you had things to check on," true to character, Emily didn't miss a detail.
"It will keep," Lorelai sighed, "I'm just … gonna … change." Lorelai took the over night bag with the next day's outfit in it off the floor and decided to hide it in the dresser draw she had claimed earlier.
"I still can't believe it," Emily pouted from her bed. Rory looked sympathetically between her grandma and her mother, knowing they both had their disappointments this evening.
"Try to relax Mom," Lorelai said in a soft tone, accepting this as her fate for the night; A sleep over from hell, when she could have been with Luke all night.
"I hope he doesn't sleep because I surely won't" Emily sounded like a spoiled child.
"Oh, Mom," How can you say that?
"It was so irresponsible."
"Maybe he had no choice," she was thinking of the choice she made to leave the Gilmore manor and strike out on her own 16 years ago with a baby in her arms.
"Of course he had a choice. Go to sleep Lorelai."
Lorelai was about to go into the bathroom, to change into her PJs, but turned back to her mother, "That job was killing him, Mom. It was killing him," Lorelai stressed, before she shut the door to the bathroom.
From her pillow, Rory watched as her grandmother continued to fidget in her bed, and finally Emily Gilmore sprang out of the bed, "Grandma, where are you going?"
"…for a walk," Emily barked.
"It's late," Rory pleaded, sitting up in bed.
Emily Gilmore drew herself to her full height and strode to the door, a testament to her resounding stubbornness, "I'm not tired."
At the sound of the room door closing, Lorelai poked her head out of the bathroom, "Was that the door?"
"Grandma went for a walk."
Lorelai had only unzipped her dress, and she was struggling to keep from exposing herself as she crept over to the door, and stuck her head in the hallway, looking left and right. "I don't see her."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Rory smiled.
"What?" Lorelai whispered to her daughter since the door was open.
"Go on, Luke's waited long enough," and Rory got out of bed, went to her mother turned her around and zipped the dress back up.
"You're seriously suggesting that I go…"
"Umm, yeah, that was the plan…"
"…but what if mom comes back…she'll see that I'm not here…"
"Then I'll tell her you went looking for her…"
"You'd lie to your grandmother for me?"
"What can I say? I love ya!"
"What if I run into her in the hallway?"
"Then run fast." Rory got the over night bag out of the dresser, handed it to her mother, "Tell Luke I said 'hi'," Rory smiled.
"Well, if we're lucky your name won't even come up…"
Rory winced, "Dirty!" before her mother left the room.
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There was a knock on Luke's room door, "Room service."
Luke was awakened out of a dead sleep due to the persistent knocking. Puzzled, Luke called back, "I think you have the wrong room."
"Room Seven?" was muffled through the door.
"Yeah, room seven," Luke reluctantly got out of bed to answer the door, "But I didn't order any…" he opened the door to see Lorelai with a room service cart and a smile, "…thing?"
"I did," and Lorelai came in the room with their midnight snack.
"Lorelai?"
"You said you wanted warning next time, so I knocked."
"What are you doing here?"
Since Luke had gone to bed early, he had the advantage of being ignorant to the evenings other events. He didn't know about Chris' invitation, Luke didn't know about her parents' fight. Lorelai decided to take full advantage of that, and focus on them. "I'm finally finished, everything is ready for tomorrow, everyone is down for the night, and I have you all to myself." She put her arms around his neck, and kissed him tenderly. Then sighing, she informed him, "We have a whole night together, a wonderful, romantic night together …" she hugged him and enjoyed the simple pleasure of his scent as her reward for all her hard work the last few weeks. She whispered "I haven't seen you all week…"
Luke knew that with her heavy task of rearranging her original inn guests, then rearranging the dinner for the town, they didn't even have a chance to argue over coffee, "Well, you've been busy."
"I've missed you."
"I've been right here."
"You know what I mean …"
"Why did you order all this food?"
"Some of it was left over from the dinner, I've got peacock pie, your favorite," she enticed with sarcasm.
"Aw goodie," rubbing the sides of her dress, feeling a bit underdressed himself since he was only in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"I figured we're going to need to keep your strength up for what I have in mind."
"Could this be considered a weekend away?"
"Oh Yeah," she elongated with a tease, "and we brought the town with us."
"Don't think we're moving too fast, do you?" Luke raised an eyebrow.
"Nah, nothing like a romantic weekend with my fella, it's all I've wanted."
"Romantic huh? Well, lucky for you I already made a fire…"
"…And I brought food…"
"So … you're done for the night?"
"I'm just getting started," she smiled with that familiar glint in her eye, and pulled him closer for another kiss.
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"Hmm, thank you, I needed that…"Lorelai kissed Luke's neck, appreciative for her preferred stress reliever that only Luke could help her with. Luke couldn't help but recall her insistent "thank you"s from the ball.
With the drama with her parents, and Chris wanting to get his hooks in Rory, it was good for Lorelai to finally clear her head, focus on the good things with Luke. Suddenly, they were the only two people at the Inn, in Connecticut, in the world.
Sensing she was pre-occupied with something else, Luke asked "Everything okay?"
She sighed, "Oh, the usual, the stress of pulling this all together, then having it almost canceled. Then, having it brilliantly resurrected," and the drama of my folks and Chris and Sherry kidnapping my baby, "…and not being able to have time for you with all this stuff going on…"
"I think you just made time for me… and don't think I didn't notice…" he whispered close to her ear.
Lorelai smiled and scoffed, "What?" she gave him innocent eyes.
"We are in room number 7."
"Lucky number 7", our room, bringing to Lorelai's mind just how it became "their room" when they made up after the "Ava fiasco". Lorelai let him kiss her again, but she mouthed off again, "I don't know what you mean, according to my room list, you are in Number 7, I am with my daughter in room 14."
"Uh huh. I can see that," he offered in a low husky tone as he nuzzled her neck.
"Hmm," and Lorelai thought of Rory again, alone in room 14 to make her decision about Chris' invitation.
"Seriously, what is it?" seeing there was something she was keeping from him.
He always knows. Chris called. He wants Rory with him over the holidays. "Later. I'll tell you later … let's enjoy tonight."
"Okay. If you insist," and Luke started kissing Lorelai again.
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With a SNAP POP from the fireplace, Lorelai woke up suddenly. She was still worried about her folks, and she was worried if Rory had decided to forgive Chris and was really going to spend her break with him. All her worries quickly dissolved when she remembered Luke was next to her. When she remembered they had made love to the point of exhaustion. This is what she had wanted, a full night with him, this event was the perfect opportunity, right under the town's noses to boot. Just to be with Luke, even just to have the intimacy of sleeping next to him, to hear his breathing, feeling his skin against hers, to wake up with him the next morning; these simple thoughts made everything better.
Then Lorelai heard the distinct laughter of her father and mother down the hall, as they returned to their room … together, and Lorelai smiled. They made up, that's one down. Lorelai took in a deep breath and let it out contently, skin against skin with Luke, and closed her eyes again to go back sleep.
"Lorelai?"
Luke seemed to be checking if she was awake, he always knows. Lorelai debated if she should speak up. Then, she would have to sit up and explain everything that was bothering her, everything she wanted tonight to be a break from. Would Luke really want to let her vent about all the concerns about her daughter's impending decision after they just had a beautiful night together? To taint their perfect evening alone and invite talk of Christopher into their bed? He was Luke, her sounding board for all her concerns and fears, but Chris was a still sensitive subject, they hadn't even mention him to each other since the ball, and Lorelai still felt like this relationship was so new, she didn't want to ruin it with talk of Rory's father, but what kind of relationship would they have if they couldn't share everything with each other. Before she could let him in on her troubles, Luke spoke again…
"… I love you …"
Lorelai's eyes popped open again, she was thankful for the way his chin rested on her head, so he couldn't tell she was awake, and she had to force herself to keep her breath's rhythm the same, to keep pretending she was sleeping and not hearing his words.
Luke continued his confession, while rubbing her bare back, "I guess…I always have." To Lorelai, he sounded so shy, and, well, cute. "Since that day you first burst into the diner … begging for coffee. Do you remember that?" he said with a nostalgic voice. "Probably not like I do …You kept buggin' and pesterin' me for coffee. I kept to my other customers, almost determined not to serve you; but you were persistent and kept after me, asking me all sorts of annoying questions, like when the next pot of coffee would be ready, or how many burgers do I serve in a day. Finally, I told you, you were being annoying, 'Sit down, shut up, I'll get to you when I get to you.' But, you kept with the questions like asking when my birthday was… which I caved and I told you. Then, you wrote something on a piece of newspaper, tore it out, and gave it to me. It was my horoscope … Scorpio, and you wrote 'You will meet an annoying woman today, give her coffee and she'll go away.' I did give you coffee that day … but you didn't go away," He gave her a little squeeze in his arms. "You became my best friend and worst tipper. You and Rory ... I said it at the ball, you are my family." Luke seemed to peek down at what he thought was her sleeping form. "One day, I'll tell you when you're awake," Lorelai noticed how his head seemed to tilt, as if he was double checking. "But for now…" he kissed her forehead, "I love you, Lorelai."
Luke seemed to settle back into bed and fall asleep. Lorelai could tell because the loving caress on her back had ceased, but she couldn't go back to sleep right away. For the rest of the night Lorelai was thinking I … love you, too, but she was too terrified to say it out loud.
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The BETA PERSPECTICVE, Localizy Quote: Heart be still…why cant this really happen! HUH! WHY!
A/N: Okay … don't hate me… I have my own fire side confession…
Sigh
I had this last scene written way back when I first conceived/published this story…
I KNOW… It has been lying in wait on my humble putter for over a year….please don't be angry… but I've been struggling with just how to lead up to this moment… and there… it is done…
I hope it was all you expected and hoped for… ;o)
A/N: I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO!
I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO!
Just like in peter pan, START CHANTING
I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO! I DO BELIEVE IN FOILERS, I DO, I DO!
PLEASE see Chapter 7 of Star-crossed Lies/ Chapter 31 of W.I.T.S. for My FOILER theory/hope/prayer/wish/last stitch of desperation!
A/N: I tell you the only way ASP is gonna give us what we want is if we STOP WATCHING… I know it's hard… but you must TURN OFF THE TELE!
The quote that comes to mind is … "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it any more!"
Anyone seen Network?
My impression of Howard Beale (in regard to GG):
"So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
shouting
'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad! ... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about (THE TURTLE) and (THE BASTARD) and (THE POSTPONED WEDDING) crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
screaming at the top of his lungs "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"
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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity, ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) at least specific thing you liked
Please! It makes me feel good...inside (Dirty!)
Hence the Rant option below.
Insert Rant here V
A/N: if not completely satisfied with this chapter, please return unused portion for a full refund …