Disclaimer: Still not mine. In fact, I don't own anything. Don't sue.
Rating: PG, nothing explosive
Spoilers: None what so ever. J
Feedback: Yes, yes, please. Just be nice if it's awful.
Summary: Takes place after Dead Uncles and Vegetables. Lorelai starts to finally take what her mother said into consideration. (L/L) Eh, I'm really bad at summaries…
Author's Note: Thanks to Lis, J, and Kitty (as always). Enjoy!
Prologue
Sometimes, he had trouble listening to her while she talked.
It wasn't because she talked a lot, or because she often made very little sense, or, well there were a million other reasons of why someone wouldn't listen to her talk. But none of them were it.
She glowed.
When she smiled, when she laughed, even on those few times when she cried, she always seemed to glow. What was that fancy word people used for it? Radiance.
So there she was, babbling on in the diner about something she'd seen, and she didn't even notice he was completely intrigued by her.
He smiled warmly at her, knowing Rachel had been right. He really did love her.
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Lorelai wandered home from Friday dinner, feeling strange.
Her parents had acted normal, or as normal as they possibly could. This surprised Lorelai, especially after what her mother had said to her just a few days before.
Lorelai knew exactly why her mother had said it, and there were to exact reasons why. The first being: Emily was crazy.
And, she'd said it because she knew Lorelai would constantly be thinking about what she'd said. "A match made in Heaven?"
Luke and Lorelai? Her mother was just crazy. There was no other explanation needed than that.
Me and Luke? She sighed to herself and drove home quietly while Rory listened to the radio. Me and Luke? Come on mom…
Luke was cute, there was no denying that. If he took off that baseball cap and changed into something that was other than flannel, yeah he didn't look to bad at all.
But, date? Date Luke? No, Emily hadn't said date, she had said "marry" not date, but marry.
Marry Luke? That was ridiculous? Would Luke ever even get married?
Besides, Luke didn't even like her that way. They were just friends. Friends who would close down their place of business to drive one another to the hospital, friends who would leave to help out in a diner when needed to, friends who would run across the market to buy fruit when the other needed it, friends who would bribe Taylor to show up at a funeral…
Damnit Mother, Lorelai thought, focusing harder on the road. This is a plan. She is trying to drive me crazy just like her. Luke, come on, Luke? Luke feeds me.
He doesn't like me that way.
And I most certainly do not like him that way! Luke, come, on it's Luke!
Lorelai wished she didn't keep having to say that, it wasn't making anything easier.
Luke, wasn't just Luke. He was the cute guy who owned the diner, the guy who fed her, the guy who continually waited to for her to wake up and-
Lorelai sighed, as her eyes widened she pressed harder on the gas pedal, hoping that Rory wouldn't notice anything.
Marry, marry Luke? I think I'm crazy, since the idea doesn't seem to be…
Suddenly, the idea of being Mrs. Backwards Baseball cap had gone from non-existent to something she very likely wanted.
Luke?