The Incredible Rising Lorelai

By Gigi

Author’s Note: This takes place after Lorelai sinks into Luke, crying in The Incredible Sinking Lorelai’s

A/N 2: Lorelai’s POV. Lorelai and Jason are not together in this

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to ASP and the WB.

A/N: By the way, it was brought to my attention that I already said it was gonna be two girls! I forgot about it! Sorry! And for those who didn’t notice, just forget you read this author’s note.

As soon as the coast is clear of Christopher and Max, I sidle up to the reception desk, glaring at Michele to forego any snide remarks. “Hey, Derek, can you do me a favor?” I ask as Derek approaches the front desk to drop off some room keys that just came in.

“Sure,” he replies.

“Could you go out back and tell me what’s going on?” Please let him not ask questions. Please let him not ask questions.

“No problem, be back in a couple minutes.” Bless this man. I smile at him and turn my attention back to the computer. I look at the guest list check in for the test run and my eyes bug out. Oh. My. God.

I quickly scan the list if they checked in yet and seeing that they haven’t, I pick up the phone and dial that horrible number.

“Hello?”

“Why did you invite Christopher and Max to the test run and have Michele put them on the guest list?” I interrogate.

“What on Earth are you talking about?”

“Christopher and Max are here, and I don’t think that’s a coincidence,” I huff. Huffing is fun!

“Lorelai, I have no idea what you are talking about. You honestly think I would do such a thing?”

“Well,-”

“Don’t answer that. I wouldn’t. Now I would appreciate it if you do not accuse me of anything more; I have things to do.”

“Fine, but if you really did, then consider our bargain off,” and with that I hang up on Emily Gilmore. Maybe I shouldn’t have snapped. Great, here comes the mood swings. And—!

8D

I lift my head from the toilet bowl in which I have been vomiting for the past ten minutes. Great, the morning sickness has commenced. I mean, I know I threw up when I took the test and Nicole was there, but that was just because of the stress. Now, I’m gonna have to get used to having my head in the toilet like, everyday. Joy.

I clean myself up and fix my hair—my bruise is showing again—before heading back out to face Max and Christopher. Derek comes up to me and tells me that Max, Christopher, and Luke are out in the back arguing, but not fighting. Oh thank god. Derek looks a little concerned. I catch my reflection in the mirror next to me. Maybe I should have put a little blush on. Can you say pasty whiteness?

I head to the backyard and hear Max going, “What were you thinking! You don’t go around trying to rape your ex! Especially not Lorelai!” What? Why “especially not Lorelai”?

“Why especially not me?” I ask, thus announcing my presence.

“Uh, um, did I say that?” Max looks uncomfortable. I don’t blame him. I think I just caught him admit that he’s still not over…us. I don’t blame him at all. I mean, we meet after like a year and then kiss, while I was dating Alex! What’s to say we won’t do that again, thereby breaking up Luke and me? Oh, crap, this is NOT good. I SO shouldn’t have announced my presence like that!

“Yeah…y-you did. Why? And…why are you and Christopher like 20 feet away from each other?” Seriously, they are on opposite ends of the garden walkway with Luke in the middle, looking a little cornered.

“So we won’t claw each other’s eyes out!” Christopher responds. Well, he didn’t have to be so snippy about it!

“Uh, Luke? What are you doing between them? If anything, that’s even more dangerous!” I say.

“So they won’t claw each other’s eyes out,” Luke calmly states. For looking so caught, he really knows how to control his fear…or anxiety.

“Well, keep it up! I have to go and, you know, run my inn now, so if anybody needs me, I’ll be out front trying to get doors!” I hurry back to the reception desk to pick up my walkie-talkies. Haha, these things are so cool! “Tom, where are my doors? They were supposed to be here by now!” I’m getting hysterical.

“Yeah, I know. They took a wrong turn and headed to Woodbridge,” Tom replies.

“What?”

“Relax, I’m trying to track them down.”

“Um, Tom, guests are showing up here any second. They have no doors. People will have to get very friendly very quickly!”

“I got the guy on the phone. I’ll get right back to you.” Tom’s voice buzzes through the walkie-talkie.

“Tom, Tom! Hey,” I say to Rory. “I’ve changed my mind. I wanna be a ballerina!”

“Good timing!” she has a point. I already spent all the money that would have been spent on MY education had I not gotten knocked up on this inn.

“Great,” Sookie starts. “So, we don’t have doors, and every single person I hired is fantastic. We’re doomed!”

Bzz! “They guests are arriving! I repeat: the guests are arriving!” Michele buzzes.

“N-no, Michele, we still don’t have any doors. Can you stall them?”

“No! I am bringing them up now!” Gaaaah! Stupid Michele.

“Boy, if he was on my kitchen staff, we’d be home free by now!” Sookie declares.

“I got ‘em!”

“Doors? You got the doors?”

“They’re on their way up. My guys will be standing by to get them on.”

“Tom, I’m loving you like a two-dollar whore!”

“Terrific, I’ll tell the wife!” Whew, now I can stop worrying about doors.

“Okay. Everybody, the doors are on the way, guests are coming. Everybody outside to greet them. It's showtime. Let's go! Okay, everyone, remember, these people are not our friends. They are customers. Just relax, don't rush, and don't kill anybody,” I warn.

“Here they come!” Sookie announces while three carts full with guests pull up in the turn-around.

After I get the guests all situated, I go to the back and look out the window, where I have a clear view of Max, Christopher, and…not Luke. Where’d Luke go?

“Hey,” Luke whispers in my ear from behind me. I jump about a foot in the air. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, so I’m happy.

I turn around in his arms so I am facing him. I give him a quick kiss and pull back. “Hey,” I answer. “You do know you made me jump out of my wits, right?”

“I am aware, and I have to admit, I enjoy having that power over you,” Luke gives me a devilish grin. Luke rocks.

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were trying to make sure Max and Butthead didn’t attack each other,” I ask.

“They can live without me for a while. Besides, I wanted to ask you something,” Luke looks serious now.

“Okay, shoot.” Luke opens his mouth to ask whatever he is going to ask when we are interrupted by none other than Michele.

“Lorelai, Kirk is being very annoying, will you please tell him I will not remove anything else from his room?” I should go. Michele looks like he might be extremely annoying at the moment.

“Sure, Michele,” I turn to Luke. “So we’ll talk later?” Luke looks really put out, but that might just be because Michele is there.

“Yeah…”

“Okay,” I give him a quick peck on the lips and head up the stairs to Kirk and Lulu’s room.

8D

I go back to my suite. Man, convincing Kirk that nothing in that room is or will be in the near future a bomb is tiring! I put my keys on the side table and see an envelope resting atop a box. On the envelope, under “Lorelai”, is “Open this first!” And on the box it says, “Open this second!” I comply, opening the envelope first. Out falls a letter, written in the same hand as the one I got this morning. Walking toward the bed, with both items in hand, I start to read the letter.

Dear Lorelai,

It’s me again! I know you’re probably wondering who I am. Well I would have done this in person, but Michele told me you were dealing with Kirk when I came in.—great, now it could be Max, Christopher, or Luke who sent this…I’m not sure I wanna find out!—But you will find out who I am as soon as you open the box, in which is another letter.—okay, so the “in which” part just narrows it down. It’s either Max or Luke.—Don’t worry. I signed my name on that. Anyway, I got you a present. It’s in the box. It’s the surprise I mentioned earlier. Hope you like it. I expect you to find me and tell me how much you love it!

Love (yes I am aware I said LOVE),

Me…uh you can open the box now!

Ooh! Yay! I love presents! I am just worried it might be Max who sent this…at least it’s not Christopher. I reach for the box. It’s not that big: it’s big enough to have a small book inside, which is highly unlikely if whoever wrote this knows me at all. I unwrap the brown paper packaging, which reveals another little box in brown paper packaging and a letter…in a brown envelope. You have got to be kidding me!

Lorelai,

I want you to know that I love you more than you know. I loved you from the first moment we met…

That’s it? What happened to “Don’t worry; I signed my name on that”? I proceed to open the box, again. Inside are another little brown box and another letter. This is just getting ridiculous.

Hey Lorelai,

Right about now, I’m guessing you are thinking that this is getting ridiculous.—he knows me too well—don’t worry; the next letter is the last one! I love you.

He better not be lying. I open the box again. Inside is one last box with a letter taped around it, so I have to keep turning it over to read it.

Dear Lorelai,

I’ve known you for many years, and I’ve loved you ever since I laid eyes on you: your twinkling eyes, your sparkling intelligence, your striking beauty, your undaunted determination. When we kissed for the first time, I felt like I was dreaming. I don’t ever want to lose you. So I am going to propose something. –hmm…interesting choice of words…--You probably have no idea what I am about to do…or not. I am going to ask you something. I just want you to know I thought long and hard about this. –uh oh, Max-proposal flashback…those thousand yellow daises were so romantic though…Shut up, Lorelai! You’re with Luke!—maybe last time, you weren’t ready—wait a second…is this a, dare I say it, proposal, from Max?! Oh no, oh no, oh no!—but I think you are, now. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, once again, I will ask you to marry me. Lorelai Gilmore, will you marry me?

Next on the Incredible Rising Lorelai: Lorelai has a lot to think about. Is she ready for this? Not to mention the fact that the test run is still going on…and how will she break it to the other two guys?

A/N: I know I’m being beyond mean. I hate cliffhangers just as much as you do, but I needed it this time! Don’t hurt me!