Gilmore looked up from the book he was reading - a welcome break, for he’d been reading for some time and he could feel the sting of a headache in his temples - to see Percival de Rolo stood in the doorway. Immediately he straightened up, thumbing a bookmark into place before flipping the cover shut in one smooth motion.
“That depends on the favour,” Gilmore said, drumming his fingers on the book’s cover as he looked Percival up and down. He frowned. “I’m not fighting another dragon,” he added, and that seemed to wring a laugh out of Percival.
“No, no more dragons,” he agreed, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. “At least for now. You know what we’re like; I make no promises.” Something in his smile seemed to run tight as he spoke - indeed, they both knew very well Vox Machina’s penchant for rushing headlong into danger, and Gilmore knew more than he would have liked about how often it came back to bite them.
Satisfied that he wasn’t about to be asked to face down an ancient dragon again, Gilmore leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table to perch his chin upon his hands. “So? Your favour, then? Come now, I haven’t all day.”
Because I am absolute trash, and I saw something from another account that I wont tag cause I don’t know if they’re cool with that, but I will put them in the tags.
Just Imagine that Vax and Gilmore get together and get married in Whitestone castle on the insistence of Percy and Vex. Vex gets Vax out of his stinky armor for once and into nice dark blue and silver robes. Pike gives him a symbol of the raven queen as a gift and Keyleth makes flower grows for both Gilmore and Vax.Also like let’s be real, Vex gives her brother away at his wedding and Velora is there because she’s Vax’s baby sister. She also bugged Slydor so much that he let her go to whitestone to see them.
Then just Vex and Percy’s kids have Uncle Vax and Uncle Shaun and my heart is like melting.
i continue to feel flummoxed that ASP decided that because lane and zach had kids in s7, hep alien couldn’t succeed and that was the thing that she changed in the revival from her original plan
like … are we operating under the assumption that no artists/famous people have kids? and in the days of the internet, i feel like it would have been so easy to give them some popularity/professional success while they even still remained based in stars hollow, so you wouldn’t have had to imply that lane and zach were somehow bad parents for continuing to pursue music professionally. (plus, you know mrs. kim would be THERE to help out with the kids so that the band might prosper.)
like, imagine the dragonfly filling up because a hep alien song went viral on youtube and now people are traveling to stars hollow in the hopes of seeing the band and it creates hilarious town chaos
why couldn’t there have been a story like that, or even just a freakin’ throwaway line about them independently producing and selling an album online or something???? WHYYYYYYY???
Summary: This is Inspired byLin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on tinder. Lin gets chatting to you via Tinder while logged onto his friend’s account and fluff ensues. After messaging him for a couple of days he decides it’s time to meet.
Warnings: Nothing but fluff with some hints of angst. Oh and I swear more than I realize.
It was 1.30am when you got to the 24 hour diner after Lin had texted you directions. You stopped just outside the door. Inside you could see the back of what might be Lin’s head and you hesitated. What were you doing here? Catching a cab in the early hours of Christmas eve morning to meet a stranger you’d sent messages to for 2 days? This wasn’t like you. You weren’t impulsive and brave. You were cautious and shy. You were the kind of person in bed by 10pm (when you weren’t plagued with insomnia), you were the kind of person who flossed daily, and flaked out on plans to stay home and write. And you were also the kind of person to be in a long term relationship with the love of your life only to be dumped at a moment’s notice for someone else. Ok so maybe this wasn’t your usual behavior, but maybe it should be.
The instant warmth of the diner brought a flush to your cheeks as you headed inside, and approached Lin, who was nervously scrolling through his phone.
“Hi!” you said, far too brightly, trying to appear confident, as though this was the kind of thing you did all the time. Lin instantly turned his head, a warm smile spreading across his face.
“Hey you came!”
He stood up to meet you, absentmindedly flattening down his hair, grinning.
You almost reached out to shake his hand before realizing how utterly formal and ridiculous that would be. You were suddenly very aware of your posture, your arms, the way you were standing, and you weirdly felt clunky and awkward and self conscious. Luckily Lin didn’t seem struck with the same sense of awkwardness as you, and he leaned in to hug you, kissing you quickly on the cheek. His soft navy blue jumper smelled faintly of christmas cookies.
You sat down in the booth opposite him and removed your scarf and gloves, as you frantically wished your nerves away. He smiled, looking down at his cup, and biting his lip, then bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. The way he looked at you… You felt a shiver run down your spine. Could you just skip the getting to know you conversations and move straight to biting his lip for him?
“Hey so I’ve got something for you!” Lin said brightly, placing a brown paper bag in front of you, grinning.
You hesitantly peered inside and then laughed.
“You actually brought me empanadas?”
“Of course! I didn’t want to lure you out after midnight with the promise of empanadas and then not actually provide empanadas. I’m not a monster!” He took a sip of his coffee and peered at your over the cup.
“Well thank you, you are so sweet! I mean, this is sweet… ” you said, cringing at the words as they tumbled out of your mouth.
“Ok, I’m sorry” you said laughing. “I’ve gonna be straight up and just admit I am the worst at flirting. I don’t usually do this” you said while gesturing at him.
Lin laughed. “Ok well this” he said, mirroring your gesture, “is just coffee. It’s just coffee, in the early hours of a morning with a total stranger who hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. But seriously, it’s just coffee, it doesn’t have to mean anything bad.”
As if by magic, the lone waitress appeared at your table, placing a cup of coffee in front of you, and re-filling Lin’s empty cup without a word. There was a silent understanding that anyone entering the diner at 1.30am on christmas eve must be in need of coffee. She left you both to it and you clutched the cup in front of you, grateful to have something to fidget with.
“Is this weird?” You asked.
Sending texts off into the ether and having a crush on someone from the safety of your own home was fine enough, but the reality of the situation had begun so settle.
“I mean, is it weird, meeting like this so quickly? You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”
Lin sensed your unease and leaned forward, his eyes soft and reassuring.
“Hey I just really liked talking to you, there’s no pressure ok? I know my constant barrage of texts today might have felt a bit too much.”
“Are you kidding? I felt like I was annoying you with all my messages!”
He leaned back and grinned
“Ok good! So we’re both around the same level of annoyingness. That’s good to know. But honestly, it doesn’t feel weird.” He said, shrugging. “I couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t sleep, you’ve inadvertently spoiled Gilmore Girls for me, what else were we gonna do?”
You laughed, watching him get animated and gesturing wildly about Gilmore Girls at 1.30am was positively endearing.
“Also you sounded sad, I was worried. I really just wanted to see you.” He said, his fingers circling the top of his coffee mug.
“Wait, so you mean this isn’t just a sleazy tinder hook up?”
Lin winced, “Sleazy? Well technically we aren’t on tinder anymore, and what’s so sleazy about it if we were?” And there he went, biting his lip again. You couldn’t tell if it was a nervous habit or if he subliminally knew that watching him bite his lip stirred deep flickering waves in your stomach.
You stared at him, studying his face. His whole face, not just his lips this time.
“Ok I gotta ask because this is really bugging me now, where do I know you from? Did you go to Palmer’s High?”
He smiled awkwardly and looked down at his coffee.
“Sorry, not me.”
“Is it the Union library, did you used to work weekends?”
He shook his head looking embarrassed and cleared his throat.
“I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda” He said, squirming in his seat, his eyes still staring at his coffee cup before looking up at you expectantly.
You mouthed the name to yourself, testing the words out on your tongue, until you stopped in your tracks. You stared at him, blinking incredulously.
“Fuck off!” you exclaimed without thinking, before covering your mouth with your hand.
”Sorry, sorry sorry! I didn’t mean that! It’s just… oh god I feel like an idiot!” You took a breath and looked at him again.
“Well… ok then…hello Lin-Manuel Miranda!”
“Hi!” Lin smiled sheepishly. “And you don’t have to say the full name each time by the way.”
You laughed, shaking your head as your evening elevated to new surreal heights.
“You know you really should have prepared me for this in one of your many messages today” you said.
Lin leaned back “You didn’t seem to recognize me from my name or any photos I sent and honestly that was just kind of nice so I guess, yeah I didn’t say anything. Anyway, shall we move on?”
You nodded, smiling.
And you did move on.
You talked about break ups, about writing,about families, about the first single you ever bought.
“Roxanne Shante? No way! ” Lin exclaimed in surprise, clutching his hands to his chest.
“What can I say, I had a ridiculously cooler older brother who used to take my to this second hand vinyl store and practically forced records into my hands.”
“Ok well, let’s hear it for cooler older siblings everywhere” Lin chuckled while raising his coffee mug in the air. You smiled and joined him, clinking your mug with hi.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Lin’s voice dropped an octave and he placed his hands on the table looking deadly serious.
“Can we please geek out about Roxanne’s beef with KRS-One?”
You shook your head and laughed.
“Oh no, you best not be dragging Roxanne?” You said, pursing your lips in mock rage.
“What?” No way!” Lin practically spluttered. “Roxanne’s Revenge is UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!”
You turned your head to see the waitress tutting, peering over the counter and rolling her eyes at the overexcitable pottymouth Lin. You looked back at Lin who giggled like a naughty kid, flashing you an embarrassed smile.
You talked about favorite places to write (his: while walking his dog, yours: while on the subway), you talked about the paralysis you feel when you experience mindblowing art, and you both talked about the frustrations of having obsessive personalities, of not knowing what it’s like to just like something a normal amount.
“So you’re telling me that there’s this painting, sorry, not just a painting,this life altering painting that means the world to you. In fact it means so much to you that someday you want to write a book about it. But you’ve never actually even seen it in person, never got to look at it up close??”
You nodded as Lin shook his head, staring at you in disbelief.
“Well for a start the painting is permanently housed in Barcelona,” you explained “ it’s never exhibited outside of Europe, and I’m not exactly made of money. But I’ll see it one day.” You said wistfully before catching yourself, feeling embarrassed.
“Sorry, I swear I don’t usually just ramble on about art for 20 minutes at a total stranger.”
“Are you kidding, you’ve just listened to me talk about the intricacies of Sondheim for way longer than is considered polite. I live for this stuff, this is the kind of thing that keeps me up at night. If you can’t be obsessed over things then what’s the point?”
“Well I guess you have kind of made a career out of it” you smiled.
“It’s not about that’” He saved waving his hand, “ It’s about the obsessions. The ideas and things you love that won’t leave you alone. Those are the ideas worth having.”
You smiled nervously, you’d never met anyone who got it. Even Kay had dismissed your love of art as something that was frivolous and pretentious. You barely knew this guy, and he got it.
“You need to see this painting.” Lin said, his face deadly serious. “Honestly, I feel like I need to see this painting now.”
“Promise me you’ll see it.”
“Well not right now, but sure, that’s the plan.“ you said
This didn’t feel like the awkward conversations of first dates you’d remembered. Everything felt familiar, he was easy to talk to, although every now and then you’d catch yourself. You’d find yourself staring longingly at his lips mid-conversation, your stomach fizzing with pangs of excitement, reminding you that you ought to feel nervous. He made you feel nervous and comfortable all at the same time. Was there a word for that?
Until It was 4 am and you realized his hand was resting gently on yours, his thumb softly stroking yours. His touch was so light as he continued to speak. You tried so damned hard to listen to him but his touch made it hard to concentrate. This wasn’t just coffee. Couldn’t you just be kissing him now?
“So I guess the bad news is that I’m going back to London next week. “ He said, sighing while looking down at his thumb, watching it tracing patterns against your skin.
His words shook you out of your haze and you quickly looked up at him.
“We start filming again in the new year and I’m kind of living there at the moment. Hence the jetlag.”
“Oh” You said. Not knowing what to say.
You had no right to feel disappointed. This was just coffee, you didn’t even know what this was, or if you even wanted anything beyond coffee at the moment, that all seemed to heavy and big to deal with. But you also hated the idea of a ticking clock looming large on the horizon.
“So are you saying this is a sleazy tinder hookup?” you laughed nervously.
“No,no,no, I just mean…I just mean I like you. I like talking to you. And I guess I just wanted to be upfront. But I also want to see you again. Unless you don’t want to.”
He looked up at you, biting his goddamn lip again and your words caught in your throat.
“I want to.” you said shakily and he smiled.
“Good” He said grinning.
“Although maybe next time it can be at a more sensible hour.” Your eyelids suddenly feeling very heavy.
Lin stretched out and let out a yawn and groaned.
“I’m supposed to be saying insanely clever and articulate things in an interview in a few hours” He said, looking at his watch and laughing. “I’m gonna pay for this later on. But it was worth it.” His eyes twinkled and the way he looked at you made you blush.
You gathered your scarf and gloves as Lin went to the counter to pay for the endless supply of coffee, dropping in an extra tip by way of an apology for how loud you’d both been. He held the door open for you, placing his hand against the small of your back to guide you out, and you shivered from the cold and his touch.
“Can I see you again? Soon?” He asked eagerly,as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, his eyes pleading.
“I’d really like that.” you breathed, suddenly forgetting how to speak.
The last 3 hours had passed in a whirlwind of surprisingly easy conversation, but now you felt the words stutter at the back of your throat as nerves took over, and shyness seeped through you. You wanted to break the silence, your brain whirred as you tried to think of something to say. Something clever, something funny, something to make him want you. Instead you just blurted: “It’s so cold!”
You shivered and he put his hands on your arms, rubbing them to warm you up.
“Let’s get you warm” he said in a low hushed tone.
He took the scarf you were holding in your hands and looped it around your neck, stepping forward so that his face was just inches away from yours and you could feel his breath as you shivered. He glanced up, his eyes locking with yours, and his mouth hung slightly open as he looked at you longingly. Before you could even think, before you could even speak, before you could even breathe he was pulling the ends of your scarf towards him, pulling your face close until his lips were on yours.
His slips were soft, slow, and longing. His top lip grazed against yours, sending shockwaves across your body. You trembled as he held onto your scarf, his kisses growing more urgent as he pushed against you, pressing your back against the outside wall of the diner. His nose squished softly against your cheek as his lips darted across yours. You trembled and cupped his face with your hands, kissing him hungrily, pushing your hands back in his hair, and his own hands fell down to your waist, gripping you tightly, pulling your body tight against his.
Your hands fell to his shoulders as you both broke away for air. His hands stayed firmly on your waist, and his mouth hung open as he gazed at you You felt drunk from the lack of sleep and from his kisses.
“You know I don’t have to be anywhere for a few hours if you wanted to come back and just…sleep.” He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. You groaned softly.
“As much as I would love to …sleep. I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. I mean I should probably get home and actually sleep in my own bed.”
Lin inhaled deeply and nodded wearily. He leaned forward, gently cupping your cheek. He kissed you quickly, leaving your lips tingling in anticipation, before softly kissing your nose then your forehead. His hands still held your waist, and your skin felt electric, aware of every slight touch.
“You are so very sensible.” He smiled.
“Wait, what the actual fuck?” Melissa screamed in your ear.
“I’m away for 2 weeks and you went on a date with Lin-Manuel Miranda? Are you messing with me?”
You sighed. “For the last time, I’m not messing with you. This all really happened.”
Melissa’s jaw hung open, her eyes were wild as you filled her in on the surreal events of the last 2 weeks. You told her about the accidental catfishing, the many many messages, the first date at 1.30am on Christmas eve, the second date the day after Christmas. And the dates which then followed. Melissa had sat on your couch, open mouthed, struggling to keep up. The absurdity of the entire situation was not lost on you.
From that first kiss at the diner on Christmas eve morning you’d thought of nothing else but kissing him again. As soon as you’d headed back to your apartment to finally sleep, you’d instantly regretted not going back with Lin. You closed your eyes replaying the kiss a thousand times in your head, longing for his lips again, wanting to feel his skin, and daydreaming of his touch. You wondered what it would be like to wake up next to him but then felt foolish, shaking the image from your head, knowing that whatever was happening between you, was bound to end as soon as he headed back to London. You’d laid in bed cursing yourself as your phone vibrated. A sleepy selfie of Lin popped up on your screen with a message:
Lin: Wish you were here zzzzz
Then Christmas day hit and you were alone. You didn’t exactly regret your choice of not visiting your Trump supporting parents for christmas. Their homophobic tendencies meant they had never really approved of Kay in the 5 years you’d been together. They had made it clear in previous years that you weren’t welcome home for the holidays if Kay accompanied you. But now with Kay gone your mom had suddenly reached out to you inviting you back for the holidays as though nothing had ever happened..
So naturally you opted for your first christmas alone, eating froot loops while watching Elf, and spending the rest of the day writing. It was the same as any other day really, although the holidays were naturally designed to make the recently dumped feel lonely. And at least for the last few days you’d had Lin to distract you, but today as Lin was caught up in family duties, you found yourself looking back over old photographs of Kay, brooding over nostalgia. But even without Lin to distract you, you found yourself wallowing less. Sure, it hurt to look back, but you didn’t cry this time, you didn’t feel that heart-wrenching ache that had consumed you for the last few weeks. It was just a dull manageable ache, and you felt reassured that maybe this was a sign that you were moving on. You already felt lighter, less miserable, and you felt nervous anticipation as Lin messaged you that evening asking you on a date the very next day.
“Second date? Please please please tell me you went home with him this time!” Melissa begged, popping the candy she’d brought you as a gift into her mouth, her face rapt with attention.
“Um, not exactly” You said.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” Melissa yelled, throwing a piece of candy at you.
“I mean we never made it to his.” You said, throwing the piece of candy back at her. “We never really made it out at all”
“OHHHH.” Melissa said, her mouth falling open.
You’d invited him into your apartment for just a minute before you were due to head out for your official second date. You had dinner reservations, and and a schedule to stick to, and you were already running late as you rummaged around your room for your missing earring.
“Found it! Sorry, that took forever. Ready to go?” You said as you finally emerged from the bedroom.
Lin jumped up from the couch where he’d been patiently waiting,.
He turned to face you, his eyes lingered on your lips, before raising his eyes to meet yours. His mouth hung open and the corners of his lips curled into a smile.
“You are beautiful” he said in a low hushed voice.
The way he breathed as he spoke gave you goosebumps. The way he looked at you now made you feel naked. You swallowed nervously, and then in an instant his mouth was on yours
His kisses this time were quick, deep, and hungry, not the soft slow sleepy kisses from Christmas eve. His lips pressed urgently against yours and you gasped as his hand reached around you, holding you in place at the small of your back, pulling you closer while he kissed you. His other hand cupped the back of your head, his fingers clutching at your hair as his lips rapidly pressed against yours. You gripped his shoulders and his body pressed tightly against you. He broke away from your lips, planting small butterfly kisses across your cheek, down to your ear lobe, and across your neck.
“We’re late, we really should get going” you said in between ragged breaths.
You gasped as he found the spot on your neck which made you weak, and you reached out, tugging his hair, urgently pulling his lips back to yours. You gently bit his bottom lip, and a soft small groan escaped his lips. You pulled away.
“Bedroom…. Now.” You breathed.
Melissa’s mouth hung open in anticipation.
“Don’t you DARE leave me hanging as it’s getting to the good bit!” screeched Melissa
“We just never made it to dinner that night.” You smiled coyly. Melissa threw down the bag of candy in annoyance.
“Ok. Fine.. So what next. I mean, was this just a hook up thing or what? I thought you said you were dating him?”
Melissa rolled her eyes.
The rest of Lin’s time in New York seemed to go so fast and you knew in a matter of days he’d be going back to London. Over the course of the next week you saw each other as much as possible, although you never once discussed what would happen when he left. The next day he’d arranged to meet you in the park while walking his dog, Tobi in between work appointments and family plans. It was freezing cold, but you happily sat on a park bench, hands wrapped tight around a cup of hot chocolate as Lin talked animatedly about his disastrous dance rehearsals for Mary Poppins. You were both completely unaware that two hours had passed until Tobi had started pining for home.
The next day he’d invited you over to his apartment, which was empty and unused while based in London. You spotted a postcard on top of the piano in the corner.
“Hey this is my painting!” You exclaimed
“Wow, I didn’t know you could paint!” He smirked and you jabbed him gently with your elbow.
“I mean, this is the Miro painting I was babbling on about, why do you have this?”
“I wanted to see what you see. I grabbed it from the MoMA gift shop yesterday after my meeting.”
You were stunned as he grabbed the postcard from you turning it over.
“But it’s so small.” he said “Look, it says on the back that the real thing is huge! You need to see it!” You looked at him overwhelmed, unable to speak, and he shot you a quizzical look.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
You shook your head, biting your lip.
“Sorry, I’ll stop going on about how you need to see this painting.” He said, looking embarrassed.
“Kiss me” you said.
On New Year’s eve he had plans with his family and you had plans to see friends so you decided to arrange to see each other New Year’s Day instead. You met back at the same diner, cradling cups of coffee just like before. Lin slumped forward in his chair, his eyes were bleary and his dark stubble indicated he was feeling hungover.
“So I take it you had a good night then?” you smiled.
“I think so.” He said rubbing his eyes and smiling softly. “ I remember teaching salsa to my nephews, then the grownups brought out the tequila. Then I’m a liiiittle hazy on the rest of the night.” He looked up at you with tired eyes.
”I missed you though.”
You smiled and then winced. He was leaving for London in 2 days and you still hadn’t addressed what might happen next, if anything.
“So I guess, I’m not gonna see you now.” You said, using your best nonchalant voice while fidgeting with the mug in front of you.
Lin pushed back his hair nervously.
“Well I’ve got press and family stuff all day tomorrow, then the day after I fly back to London in the morning”
You nodded slowly, not knowing what to say.
Lin opened his mouth to speak, you could see him carefully considering his words.
“I don’t want this to end” he said in a hushed tone.
You glanced up, raising your eyebrows in confusion.
“Am I wrong? I feel a little crazy saying this, but this week has been… I just don’t want this to end.” he said again, biting his lip nervously.
You nodded silently.
“I like you”. He said, placing his hand over yours.
You swallowed, trying to make sense of this.
“This feels… a little fast.” you admitted. “I like you too. It’s just confusing and I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do. I mean you live in London.”
Lin began to stroke your hand reassuringly.
“I live there temporarily. I’m back here nearly every month, and I’ll be back here permanently in a little while.”
You let out an exasperated sigh.
“It’s not just that. You live in London, and I’m just coming out of a 5 year relationship, I don’t know if I’m exactly making good choices right now and I don’t want to mess things up.”
“So… what do we do?” Lin asked, his eyes pleading.
You shook your head, not knowing what to say, and pulled away from his hand.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh hun I’m so sorry” Melissa said, picking up the bag of candy and offering it to you in pity. “It sucks it had to end like that. I’ve got to say I think you made the right decision though. Long-distance relationships never work out. Trust me on that.”
You sighed and took the candy from her, popping it in your mouth nodding.
“I didn’t say we ended it.” you said quietly.
Melissa’s raised her eyebrows in confusion.
“What? But he’s back in London now! Plus you just got dumped! How is this even a thing?”
“Look, I know I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. This feels reckless and a bit naive and after Kay all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and never come out. But look at me now, I feel like living again, and I feel like being impulsive. I can’t explain it!”
“Ok, ok that’s great, that’s fine and all, and believe me I want you to be happy,” she said, placing her hand on your shoulder. “But I mean, logistically how are you going to do this? You know, beyond skype and pining for someone a million miles away?”
“Well for a start, he kind of-sort of-maybe invited me to London.”
Melissa shook her head laughing,
Melissa stopped laughing.
“Oh sure, because an author who lives off froot loops and ramen and who can barely afford rent since their ex-girlfriend moved out can totally afford a last minute trip to London!?”
“Lin booked a ticket for me.” You said quietly.
“What?” Melissa blinked in disbelief.
“I know, I know! Look, I didn’t ask him for it, he offered, and I refused and he persisted. He’s kind of annoying like that.”
“This is unreal! You couldn’t even accept money from me when I tried to pay for your metrocard last month.” Melissa laughed, holding her head in her hands.
“I know this is nuts. And believe me I’m going to pay him back. I just feel….happy. Well happier than I have been. I’ve been drowning for the last month, and now there’s this thing which is making me feel more like myself again, this crazy ridiculous thing. I’d regret it so much if I didn’t at least give this a go and see what happens.”
Melissa shot you a look and then rolled her eyes.
“Ok ok, I don’t mean to be so negative. I’m just cautious. I don’t want to see you hurt again.”
“Me neither. “ You said earnestly.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?”Melissa asked you.
“Absolutely! And it’s terrifying.”
Melissa chuckled and squeezed your shoulder.
“Also, can I borrow your suitcase?”
You knew this was surreal. You knew this was out of character for you, but you felt like you’d already crossed some kind of line just by turning up to a diner at 1.30am to meet a perfect stranger 2 weeks ago. This was just the next natural step in your new surreal life. As you stared out of the window of the plane waiting for takeoff you felt a nervous pang of anxiety, your fear of flying mixing with the fear of the unknown. You checked your phone out of habit.
Lin: I get to see you in a few hours, how amazing is that!
Lin: I hope you are a fan of terrible British accents btw because that’s how I speak now
Lin: Hurry up plane, why aren’t you here yet? I’m sad that apparition and port keys don’t actually exist.
You chuckled to yourself and the waves of anxiety turned into pangs of excitement knowing you’d get to see Lin in just a few hours. You began typing out a reply as your phone buzzed again with another message. This time not from Lin.
Kay: Can you call me? We need to talk. I think I made a mistake and I need to see you.
You stared at the words on your phone as though in slow motion. You re-read the message over and over until your eyes started to blur and you began to breathe sharp ragged breaths.
“Miss? Miss? We’re asking everyone to turn off their mobile devices for take off.”
The flight attendant’s voice echoed in your ears and you fumbled with your phone, your fingers shook as you switched it off. With one message you felt yourself tumbling down that black hole again. An announcement over the tannoy let you know that the plane was ready to depart, and you fastened your seatbelt ready for take off
You walked into the library to find Lucifer sitting at the
long table there, leaning back casually in the chair. Sam and Dean were also
there. Beers littered the table and empty fast food containers sat collecting
dust. The brothers hardly noticed your arrival, but Lucifer looked up at you
and smiled. You grinned right back at him.
Things had been different with him ever since you had freed
him from Crowley’s grasp. He hadn’t been trying to kill you at all. Any of you.
In fact, he had been downright pleasant to be around. Crowley had stripped him
of his archangel powers and you didn’t know if it was his humanness that made
him so charming or if it was another side of Lucifer that you had never seen.
“What’re we researching boys?” You asked.
“Case in Missouri.” Dean grunted. “We’re not sure what it
“Shapeshifters.” Lucifer said off-handedly.
“We don’t know that.” Sam said sharply.
He and Dean were more severe with Lucifer and you couldn’t
blame them. The archangel had played with their lives with reckless abandon
numerous times. In fact, you and the brothers still weren’t sure why you had
been spared. Lucifer knew that you had been working with the brothers for years
and yet he had left you alone.
Lucifer shrugged nonchalantly. “Okay, waste your time.”
An hour later, Sam huffed and snapped the book shut. He said
Lucifer grinned and flashed his eyes mischievously at you. You
couldn’t help but grin right back.
And almost kind
But he was mean and he
was coarse and unrefined
And now he’s dear
And so I’m sure
I wonder why I didn’t
see it there before
Dean and Sam were leaving to go deal with the shapeshifter, and
you were to be left alone with the archangel in the bunker. They didn’t trust
Lucifer and thought you were the perfect babysitter apparently. You and Lucifer
watched from the entrance to the bunker as Baby roared down the road. The car
disappeared from view and you and the archangel turned to look at each other.
“So uh, do you want to uh, watch something?” Lucifer asked
awkwardly. “On the television?”
“Sure.” You said. “I just want to go take a shower first. Is
“Yeah, yeah of course.” Lucifer nodded his head profusely,
clearly feeling a little uneasy with the one-on-one encounter.
You smiled at him and stepped back inside the bunker. After
your shower you made your way to the small living room in the bunker and
On the couch was your favorite blanket, the fuzzy leopard
print one and the comfiest pillow in the bunker. On the end table was a big
bowl of super buttery popcorn and your favorite drink. On the coffee table were
a bunch of bowls of chips and finger foods like bagel bites, pizza rolls, and
other things. Candles had been lit and Gilmore Girls was queued up on the
television. Lucifer was standing uncertainly by the end of the sofa, clenching
and unclenching his hands nervously.
“Oh wow,” You breathed. “Lucifer, did you do this for me?”
“Uh, yeah.” He said and then he started babbling. “You work
really hard and I thought you would like a nice break. I know you like popcorn
and you drink that liquid all the time, so I figured you must really enjoy it.
You’ve said that you love that blanket and you always use that pillow. And I
don’t really know how humans work, but I thought you might be hungry after the
popcorn, so I made some other stuff. And I know you like Gilmore Girls because
I can hear it through the walls at night. Anyways, I set this all up for you
and I’ll leave you to it then, I guess.”
You sat through his rambling amusedly but when he said he
was leaving you cocked your head in confusion. “You aren’t staying?”
“Uh, well, um, I mean, I guess I could.”
“You don’t have to.” You assured him quickly. “But you can.”
He paused and glanced at you. “Do you want me to?”
You smiled widely at him. “Of course! Besides, it would be a
shame if all this food went to waste.”
His face fell. “I made too much?”
“For me, yeah,” You said, chuckling. “But I think the two of
us can probably manage to eat it all during the marathon. Come on, sit down.”
He did and you joined him on the couch, wrapped in your
favorite blanket and feeling exorbitantly happy for some reason.
She glanced this way
I thought I saw
And when we touched
she didn’t shudder at my paw
No it can’t be
I’ll just ignore
But then she’s never
looked at me that way before
Lucifer sat watching as you buzzed around the bunker
cleaning in anticipation of the Winchester brothers’ return. It had been three
weeks since they had left on the shapeshifter hunt, three weeks of spending
time with you, and he wasn’t so sure he wanted it to end. But they would be
home that night and you were trying your best to make sure their arrival would
be a happy one. He didn’t see the point, they would never notice, but it seemed
to be important to you and so he held his tongue.
He had been doing that a lot lately. Bitter, mean replies to
things that you asked or said were cut short as soon as he thought them. It had
been this way ever since he had seen you in Crowley’s chambers working to free
him from the chains which imprisoned him. The brothers had tried to stop you,
but you had ignored them and done it anyways. For that, Lucifer was grateful.
Maybe that’s all this thing was – gratitude.
But no. He knew better. He had been trying to ignore his
feelings for you and it had been easy when the brothers were present and that
annoying little angel. But he was having trouble keeping them to himself,
especially having spent all this time with you. He simply didn’t want to
acknowledge the existence of these feelings, he wanted them to disappear, but
they were relentless. A tide of emotion threatening to overcome him and he was
only struggling against the tide.
You swept past him and he caught a hint of your perfume. It
made his heart jump and he clenched his jaw, angry with himself. You were a
human. A disgusting human. Only…you weren’t disgusting. And he couldn’t bring
himself to hate you. Not even close. Even before Crowley’s chambers. He had
always ignored you in his evil little plots and it was because he couldn’t
bring himself to hurt you. He had been trying to ignore this for a long time
You slumped down into a chair across from him, trying to
catch your breath. “Almost done.”
You made a face at him and he suddenly noticed a smudge of
dirt on your cheek. Without thinking, he reached forward, tucked your hair
behind your ear and ran his thumb along the length of your cheekbone. He froze
when he realized what he was doing and your eyes met his. In yours, he could
see something he thought he recognized and it shocked him.
“You had some dust or something.” He said hastily
withdrawing his hand. “I got it.”
“Thanks,” You said, smiling slightly at him. That look was
still in your eyes. Then you inhaled and stood. “And now, back to cleaning.”
Lucifer watched as you went back at it. Was the look you had
given him truly what he thought it was?
New and a bit alarming
Who’d have ever
thought that this could be?
True that he’s no
But there’s something
in him that I simply didn’t see
The Winchesters had been back for a week now and you were
almost all out of food. Finally exasperated at the situation and knowing that
they were never going to do anything about it, you decided to go. You grabbed
the keys to your car, the credit card from Dean, and made your way to your car.
Lucifer was leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. Your heart
fluttered at the sight of him, as it normally did these days. You knew the
feeling. You were in love with the Devil. Alarming for sure. But he was so much
different than what you thought he would be.
“Mind if I join you?” He asked smoothly, looking at you. You
felt a little shock run through you when your eyes met. That was normal these
“Not at all,” You smiled winningly at him and hopped in the
You had hoped the grocery run would be quick, but you were
so indecisive about things and you knew the boys would complain if you got
weird things. Lucifer huffed and sighed through the grocery trip, and finally towards
the end, he wandered off. You let him go, knowing that he hated shopping and
feeling a little guilty about taking so long. You were trying to decide what
kind of rice to get when you heard his voice from the next aisle.
“Beat it, kid.”
“Mister, I’m lost.” A small voice trembled.
“Not my problem.”
“Please, can you help me find my mommy?”
The kid began to cry and you sighed, turning the cart around
to go find Lucifer and help the kid out. You knew they were in the next aisle,
the candy aisle. What you heard next surprised you.
Lucifer sighed. “Tell you what. You help me, I’ll help you.
“Okay,” The kid said tearfully.
“Okay.” You heard shifting and knew that Lucifer had knelt
in front of the kid. “I have a friend and two of her favorite candies are
Butterfingers and M&Ms. I want to surprise her with some, but I’m not sure
which one. What do you think?”
You were stunned that this was what he had wandered off to
do. And how did he know that those were your favorites? You had never told him…had
you? A memory came back of a month or two ago when you all had stopped for ice
cream after a hunt. You had ordered plain ice cream with M&Ms and Butterfingers
and had probably said something then. He had remembered?
“M&Ms. You can bake ‘em into cookies.” The kid said.
“Alright, M&Ms it is.” Lucifer said. You heard him pick
up a bag. “Come on, let’s go find your mom and then I have to pay for these so my
friend doesn’t know.”
You heard them head out of the aisle and peeked around the
end to see that the little boy had taken Lucifer’s hand. And Lucifer had let
Well who’d have
Well bless my soul.
Well who’d have known?
Well who indeed?
And who’d have guessed
they’d come together on their own?
Dean’s nose led him to the kitchen, where a pile of freshly
baked M&M cookies waited on the counter. He reached for one and his hand
was promptly smacked away with a spatula. He looked up sharply, shocked, and
saw Lucifer pointing at him with the spatula. The Devil stood in front of the
oven, which was on, and had a bowl of cookie dough next to him that had clearly
been made from scratch.
“Those aren’t for you.” The archangel said.
“Well who are they for then?” Dean asked, an edge to his
“Hey, cookies!” You exclaimed, bouncing into the kitchen.
You grabbed one off the plate and Dean’s mouth dropped open as you took a bite
without getting spatula smacked. “Oooo M&Ms! My favorite! These are great,
You grabbed another and headed back towards your room. Dean
wheeled on the archangel and was shocked to see Lucifer was watching you leave
with a smile on his face. The smile quickly dropped when he saw that Dean was
glaring at him. Dean’s eyes narrowed and he left the kitchen in a huff.
Later, you and Lucifer were in the library doing some light
research. Dean huddled with Sam, Mary, and Cas around the corner, watching.
“I’m telling you,” Dean said in a harsh whisper. “He likes
her and I think she likes him. Just look!”
Sam rolled his eyes, but did as Dean said. And what he saw
shocked him a bit. Lucifer sat in the chair next to you, but had dragged it
over so it was close. The two of you sat so close that your arms brushed and
every so often the two of you would share a soft look.
“Would you look at that?” Sam breathed.
"I don’t see it,” Cas said.
Dean rolled his eyes. “There’s something there guys. And I
don’t like it.”
“It might be a good thing.” Mary said softly. “He been less…devilish
lately. You must have noticed it. And I think it’s because of her. He got his
powers back a while ago now. He could have gone right back to his old behavior.”
“I don’t know.” Dean said. He turned to look back at you and
Lucifer. “We’ll find out eventually, I guess.”
It’s so peculiar
We’ll wait and see
A few days more
There may be something
there that wasn’t there before
It had been a while since the Winchesters and Cas had
noticed what was going on between you and Lucifer. Dean had kept close tabs on
the two of you and he kept waiting for Lucifer to slip up. To show that he was
still the same old Devil. But there was absolutely nothing devious going on.
The archangel seemed to genuinely enjoy your company and to seek you out above
the others. Dean still wasn’t sure about Lucifer’s sudden change of behavior
until the day he was outnumbered by demons.
The hunt had been going normally, or so Dean had thought,
until they were right in the middle of an intricate trap laid by a powerful
demon. The swarm had descended on them and Dean thought that it was finally the
end for the Winchester brothers. You were at the bunker with Lucifer
thankfully, but it meant that you weren’t available to fight. Luckily, you had
decided to call in that moment and Dean was able to answer.
“HELP!” He roared before you had even said anything.
An instant later, there was a bright light and the demons
were ripped off of him. Dean shielded his face with his hands and squinted to
see Lucifer in the middle of a bloodbath. Every demon had been shredded and lay
before him in puddles of their own blood and ichor. Lucifer approached him and
helped him off the floor, then did the same with Sam.
“You two alright?” He asked.
“My arm,” Dean said. “I think one of the demons broke it.”
Lucifer healed him in an instant. “Do you need my help with
Dean shook his head in a stupor. Lucifer had helped of his
“Okay, I’ll be at the bunker. And Dean? Next time, just pray
to me. I’ll be here much quicker.”
The archangel was gone with a flutter of wings and Dean
stood there in wonder. Not one smart remark, or nasty comment from Lucifer? An
offer of future help? Maybe there really was something different about him.
You know, perhaps
there’s something there that wasn’t there before
“Are they okay?” You asked frantically when Lucifer
returned, covered in nasty goop from the demons.
“Yes, they’re fine.” He
“Are you okay?”
He softened. “I’m fine. Just have to go get cleaned up.”
You let out a sigh of relief and threw your arms around him,
not caring about the mess. Lucifer stiffened at first, but sagged into the hug
an instant later. It was the first time you had embraced him at all. You drew
back after a few moments and were surprised to feel his lips crash into yours. He
pulled away almost instantly and looked as alarmed as you felt.
“I’m sorry, I just, I didn’t-” He started, a red color
rising up his neck and into his cheeks.
A happiness unlike any other exploded into your heart and
you leaned forward, and kissed him right back. You could feel his smile on your
There may be something
there that wasn’t there before
Just look up for no reason, just for a moment here and there, or maybe for an entire day. Let the likes go unchecked and the quality of sleep go unnoticed. Que sera sera, my dears. Look up! Look up! What you see might surprise you.
So, Prison Break will be back in a matter of hours.
And to a lot of you, that may mean nothing.
But it means a hell of a lot to me.
Prison Break first aired when I was fourteen. I don’t remember much about the night itself, but what I do remember is kicking up a real fuss when my brothers outvoted me on the choice of programming, the two of them commandeering the TV remote and forcing me to watch the pilot of this new prison show instead of the episode of House that I had apparently very much wanted to watch at the time. After that night, though, House certainly never took precedence in my schedule ever again, because I had fallen hard for Prison Break in a way that I never had with a show before (or since), my soul already eagerly sold to it before the credits were even rolling on the first episode.
For the next four years of my life, it was my obsession, my joy, my greatest love, the one thing I could talk endlessly about (particularly any part related to MiSa, my OTP of all OTPs), and the mere thought of which would always make me happy. It led me to my first fan forum, to amazing friends (who I am still in touch with to this day), and also brought me into the world of fanfiction, which in itself became (and remains) a hugely important part of my life.
As it went on, the show not only taught me life lessons like sacrifice and making difficult decisions and taking responsibility for your actions; it also taught me about myself, and what I wanted and valued and believed. And, as with any show that truly pulls you in, the characters were always far more than just actors spouting lines– they were like family to me, and I celebrated and struggled and grieved with them through four incredible and traumatising seasons. I genuinely cried more tears for them and their pain than I ever did over anything else in my own (obviously very fortunate and privileged) life.
The same year that Prison Break ended, I graduated high school and was accepted into medical school, a career that I had chosen for several very good reasons, not the least of which was because my still-forming teenage self had looked at Dr Sara Tancredi and had seen exactly the kind of woman I wanted to grow up to be. About five years after that, I was freshly graduated as a doctor, and finally got the chance to meet Went, Dom, and Sarah at my first Comic Con, and was able to thank them in person for the beautiful thing that they had helped create, and which– in Sarah’s case in particular, of course– had helped to create me.
Today, I’m exactly a month shy of my twenty-sixth birthday, and have been a doctor for almost two and a half years, having even worked briefly in the prison system during that time, among many other things. I may not have the posters hanging on my wall anymore, and the cardboard box full of memorabilia and carefully folded cranes might be tucked away in a closet out of sight, but even still, this show has never left me. It’s in the “Be the change you want to see in the world” ring that I’ve worn every day for the last nine years. It’s in the tiny origami flower that has been tattooed on the back of my left ear since I was nineteen. It’s in the crane that was tattooed on my left wrist two years ago in Chicago, with those same old forum friends beside me, all coming together for the first time in our ten-year friendship to visit the city and the prison that had been the setting for the story that had brought us into each other’s lives. But even more than the marks on my skin, its mark is still inside me, a permanent building block in the foundation of who I am.
In the last eight years, there’s only one thing about this show that I’ve always regretted, one thing that I have literally wished (on shooting stars, four-leaf clovers, birthday cakes, 11:11, dandelions– you name it, I’ve wished on it) that I could change. Of course, I know that happy endings don’t always exist; that reality is hard and cruel and whatever, so supposedly TV should be too. But that never stopped me from wishing that there could have been just one more happy ending out there to give to this story.
Then, about two years ago, something happened. Stars– both astronomical and celebrity– aligned. Whispers like ‘reboot’ and ‘season 5′ floated around, and then suddenly, startlingly, my dream had started looking like a possibility. A possibility that eventually turned into a miraculous definite, the confirmation followed by months of filming and promoting that I promptly did my very best to ignore or hide from, because I was convinced that if I thought about it too much– let myself hope too much– it would somehow all disappear again; would revert to being merely an elaborate fantasy that I’d concocted in my head, a silly fangirl’s headcanon to rectify her OTP’s heartbreak as well as her own.
But tonight, it’s all becoming real. Tonight, for the first time in eight years, I will turn on my TV and see my character-family again; will experience that old feeling afresh. And though there’s certainly always the chance that the new season will somehow be a disappointment, or will only add more pain, it’s a chance I’m so very willing to take.
A chance that I’m so, so grateful even exists.
So, if you can, tune in tonight (9/8c on Fox). Even if you’ve never watched before, even if you think that frankly I’m probably just overhyping it and it’s actually nowhere near as great as I claim. Do it anyway, and show the network and showrunners that what they have done means something to the viewers out there– to the people like me, who got far more from this show than just a fascinating story, who might have been a very different person today if they’d managed to wrestle the TV remote off of their brothers on that one night a dozen years ago. And who knows; a success for Prison Break now, like with The X-Files and Gilmore Girls before it, could mean reboots– and therefore justice– for even more beloved shows down the line, and even more opportunities for other fans to re-experience the things that helped to shape them into who they are.
And, well, this moment may have been eight long years in the making– but whatever happens, it was worth it.
“I’m gonna head out, okay? I’ll text you in the morning,” I say, resting a hand on Jack’s shoulder.
I’d been sitting in the studio with all of the Omaha squad and a couple other people for over 2 hours just listening to their music and it was great, but part of me felt like I didn’t belong here. I mean, I was kind of starting to choke on the smoke, and everyone else was at least slightly drunk, even though half of them weren’t even legal.
I on the other hand didn’t drink or smoke and was probably the only person here who could drive if need be. I loved Jack but I wasn’t really sure that his friends loved me. I mean they smiled at me and we hung out together, but I knew that if I wasn’t dating Jack, they’d want nothing to do with me. I’ve never been a social girl, I could never hang out with the ‘cool’ kids, Hell, I could barely hold up a conversation. And yet here I was, hanging with people who were followed by millions because of how social and talented they were.
He turns away from the soundboard he was working at and looks at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, pulling my bag little higher onto my shoulder.
He gets up from his chair and grabs my hand, looking at me in a questioning way. Still he says, “Okay,” and grabs my hand, “at least let me walk you out.”
We head out and once we’re on the street I hug him tightly. He nuzzles into my neck and softly pecks me there before pulling away.
“You’ve got a safe way of making it home right?” I ask, knowing he shouldn’t be driving on his own. Surprisingly though, he’s pretty calm and focused despite being half-drunk and high.
“Yeah, we’ll just call an Uber or taxi or something.” I nod and turn to walk off, but he grasps my hand a little tighter, making me turn back around. “We’re gonna go to Sam and Stass’s place tomorrow night, you coming?”
“I… I don’t think I can,” I say, knowing full well that I have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow.
I can see the disappointment on his face and immediately feel bad. “Oh okay.. well, I’ll call you later or come over after we’re done tomorrow, around 10 okay?“
"Yeah, sure,” I say, giving him a smile even though I’m exhausted.
—– *the next night*
At about 8:30, a knock on the door sounds through my studio apartment. I head directly to it from the couch, in just my sweatpants in a tank top, hoping it’s the pizza I ordered.
When I open the door, there Jack is, holding my large barbecue chicken pizza and giving me a disapproving look.
“Is this all for you?”
I shy away and look to the ground. “Maybe?” I say quietly.
“Well, now it’s for us,” he says, pushing me to the side gently so he could come in and set down the pizza. “I thought you were busy tonight, Y/N.”
“I am,” I say in an attempt to defend myself. “I’m busy rewatching the entire Gilmore Girls series in preparation for the season coming out.”
“Mind if I join you?” I’m surprised he asks.
“Not at all,” I say, then halt as we head over to the couch with some paper plates. “It might bore you though,” I add.
“Nah, not at all, my mom used to make me and my dad watch it for ‘family bonding time’. Don’t tell her that I secretly liked it. But we never finished so why not watch it with you,” he explains.
We sit down and get comfortable. He’s got his feet up facing one end of the couch and I’ve got my feet up going the other way but in the middle he’s rested against the back of the couch and I’m on his chest.
Two or three episodes and half a pizza later, he speaks up.
“So why did you tell me you were busy tonight?”
I take a deep breath. “Well, technically I never said I was busy, I just said I couldn’t make it. And how did you know I was here?”
“Answer my question first. Why didn’t you wanna go tonight?” he’s got his arms wrapped around me now, sitting up.
“I don’t think your friends like me,” I mumble.
“What?” he says.
“I don’t think your friends like me,” I say a little louder.
“No, I heard you the first time. I just can’t believe you think that. Baby, they love you,” he explains. I give him a questioning look and he continues, “I’ve brought a lot of girls around them but you’re the only one I’ve brought more than once. You know why?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, “It’s ‘cause they actually like you. And they get that you’re kind of quiet and stuff but they don’t care.”
I continue to look at him like I don’t believe him and he goes on.
“Dillon said that he loves you becuase you’re the only one who keeps paying attention when he shows us track after track. Nate said you’re his new favorite cuz you’ve helped him finish multiple songs. G loves you ‘cuz you hang with Madison when he’s busy and don’t let her get left out. And Sammy loves you cuz you laugh at his crappy jokes and participate in his stupid snapchat skits,” he hugs me tighter, “And most importantly, I love you. More than I’ve loved any other woman. Except maybe my mom, but she doesn’t count. “
I laugh and he joins in, knowing he’s convinced me. “And now you can’t leave because we’re all attached to you,” he says, kissing up and down my face repeatedly and making me laugh even more. “When I came in to Sam’s tonight, everyone was wondering where you were. They missed you just as much as I did. So please, please come with me next time, okay?”
“Sure,” I say, smiling and kissing his cheek. “But you still have to answer my question, how did you know I was here?”
“Because, sweetheart, I know you too well,” he says, “Also, I texted Y/B/F/N and she said that you were planning on laying around tonight.”
“That snitch,” I exclaim, but also thank her for initiating this talk.
“I personally love her,” he says, “Now turn on another episode, I’m dying to know if Logan and Rory are gonna get together.”
I laugh at his interest as I pick up another pizza slice and the remote, cuddling deeper into the shoulder of the guy I’ve fallen deeply in love with.
—— A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. I feel so bad for people who request things just because I take so long to get them up. But just know, if you have requested something I do work hard to write something that I hope you’ll love and that I actually spent time on, so it’s not like I’m just ignoring your request.
Anyways, hope everyone had a nice holiday, I know I did. I got like $60 worth of Starbucks cards so I guess I’ll be there often. I am on break so another request will be out by the end of the week and I might even put out something of my own I’m working on. Even though I do have a few requests to do REQUESTS ARE OPEN y’all. It might take me a minute to get to it but it will be done. Also at the beginning of summer I posted a song list hat you could request and I’d write an imagine to it and I’ll be reposting that soon with some songs added so look out for that!
(Mon-El is mentioned here to follow the BULLSHIT canon but it goes better I promise)
The ringtone is loud and unnerving. She groans and try to grab her phone but she misses and the device falls on the floor with a dull tud. She swears inwardly and lean over the edge of the mattress to finally get a hold of her phone and the name on the screen makes her heart race and her eyes widen.
Her reflexes finally kicks in and she picks up.
She’s trying to compose herself as she sits up on the bed, covering her body with the sheet at the same time but her voice is still hesitant and surprised when she speaks.
You know, as much as I miss Scanlan, I miss Gilmore, too. 80% of the Charisma is gone from the show without those guys. Shoot, Gilmore might just flirt with Tary in order to land a high priced custom order. Gilmore can do it, and heaven knows Tary can afford it.
Uh, I know you think you have this thing handled, but I can help. First off, we call Yale and we tell them something like, uh, Rory had a chemical imbalance and she was mentally out of her mind when she told them she was dropping out. And then we get her out of your parents house whatever way we can. We lock her up in her room with you, because you can talk anybody into anything. And if worse comes to worst, we will drive her to school every day and we will follow her to class and camp out there to make sure she goes. I’ll take morning classes, you take afternoon classes, or the other way around, if it works out better for your schedule. And I know there’s a few kinks to work out, the kidnapping thing might be a little problematic but either way, she is not quitting school. This was her dream. I am not going to let this happen.
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