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A/N: I'm in school right now, first period, and just whipped this up. I have 6 minutes to upload it, so here I am. It's short, sad, but sweet. I felt like this was supposed to be the episode where they say I love you, so here's my take.

Summary: LL. Alternate ending to 5.14: Say Something. Her best friend comes and talks with her on the porch. It's time for her to tell him one last thing.

As she lied in bed, she inwardly cursed herself for leaving that ridiculous message. She sounded like a fool. But she didn't really know what to do. It wasn't like he was going to come over. After all, they had just broken up merely 24 hours ago.

Maybe sitting in bed and being a slum wasn't the best idea. She decided to go downstairs, get some fresh air, who knows maybe she'd even eat something remotely healthy. She remembered hearing the words carrots and apples coming out of Rory's mouth.

She walked down the stairs, hobbling because her legs grew so weak from staying in that bed. It was stuffy in the house and she hadn't really been outside since she 'ran her errand' yesterday. She didn't bother putting shows on, walked outside in the cold, barefoot and coatless.

He did it again. He came to her rescue and he was sitting on her porch.

"Luke?" She asked quietly, her voice sounded cold and shaky.

He turned around and nodded, patting the seat next to him on the porch.

She sat down on the porch next to him, careful not to get to close though all she wanted to do was jump in his arms and hug him tighter than ever. But now was not the time for that.

She held herself, blocking herself from the cold air and turned to Luke, sniffing a little from the remaining tears draining down her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked and though it came out sounding rude, she was just surprised. That's all.

He turned to her and widened his eyes a little. "I heard my best friend wasn't doing to well."

She bit her lip to stop her from crying. She'd feel like an idiot. She already looked like crap. But he didn't care. Truthfully, he thought she looked just as good now as she did at the wedding. So many indescribable faces of Lorelai Gilmore killed him; she's absolutely intoxicating. She had her ways of getting to him; quirky comments, playful touches, but her beauty struck him like nothing else.

She nodded, unsure of what to say next. So she figured the truth was the best way to go.

"Yeah," she wiped her eyes, sniffling a little more, even laughing pathetically at herself, "I'm not doing too well."

Luke looked straight ahead and folded his hands in his lap. "What happened?"

She smiled and took the same position he had, including looking straight ahead.

"This wonderful guy broke up with me. And…" the tears started to flow, not drastically but to the point of embarrassment. "You see…I couldn't really explain myself before he decided he was out. So I couldn't tell him all the things I wanted too, and…even if…even if he still didn't want to be with me…after I told him the things I need to tell him, I would still feel better. Which sounds great right now, feeling better, but…I can't really say them because he's not willing to listen."

Luke bit his lip, playing with his fingers while still looking straight ahead listening to her talk.

"I'd feel better…and, like I actually accomplished something." She paused. "Like I really accomplished something." She said sighing loudly.

He cleared his throat, and sighed. "I'm sure he'd be willing to listen to you."

"Well, he wasn't last time I checked."

"You never let something like that stop you before. No matter what, you'd be sure to say what's on your mind."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That even if he isn't ready to listen, he actually might."

"Oh."

She dropped her head, staring at her hands. She quickly lifted her head back up and stared at him though he wasn't looking at her.

"I wanted to tell him I love him."

Luke's heart almost dropped at the sound of that. So foreign and unknown to him. He couldn't dismiss that. Being her best friend, before anything else, he knew how important love is to Lorelai and how much she wanted to not only be loved, but to love somebody too.

This was something new. Something wonderful. Something he couldn't afford to mess up.

"I wanted to tell him that I'm falling more in love with him everyday. And if he knows anything about me, he knows that's…amazing. But, it's too late. And…he's out."

He turned his head and looked up at her, inhaling her beauty and pain all in one breath.

"He'd be crazy not to love you back."

Lorelai smiled, very slightly, and patted his leg with her hand.

"Yeah. Crazy."

-End-