(A/N: Just a quirky fic about Lorelai and Luke. Yes, it's my first Gilmore Girls fic, so I'm taking a risk. . Hopefully you'll like it. Um, I just started recently (Okay, since February) watching the re-runs on ABC Family, so I can't say I'm a true GG fan yet. Alas, this is before Lorelai and Luke go out, and all that. Also, this is set before Rory goes to Yale. It's just too hard to write when she's at Yale, and Lorelai is at home. So, Rory is at Chilton, and with Dean. Because Dean's just cool. ;) )

Disclaimer: If I owned Gilmore Girls, why would I be here?

-Their Dreams-

-Chapter 1-

-Late-

Luke had always wondered what it'd be like to go out with Lorelai Gilmore; the girl who was known to never keep a boyfriend for more then a year. Not that he'd ever find out. Luke was only the coffee supplier in the raving Gilmore woman's life, nothing more, nothing less. He was pretty positive she had never felt anything for him, so why put himself in a position where he had to be the vulnerable one?

Questions like these raged through his head as he unlocked the diner for it's usual early rush.

Kirk, as per usual, was the first inside, not that there was a group waiting for Luke anyway, and he snatched the table by the window just as he always did.

"Luke, do you know if your radishes are fresh?" he asked.

"What? Kirk, I don't have any radishes." Luke replied, stunned at the randomosity of the question.

"…You don't?" Kirk questioned, the look on his face perplexed.

"No. Why would I want to stock up on radishes?" Luke's voice grew more tired of this conversation by the minute.

Kirk paused, "…I don't know. I'll have to ask Taylor" After second thought, he added on, "I'll have the usual."

"Kirk, there is no usual for you." Luke groaned. He could already tell this was going to be a long day.

Lorelai rolled over, her groans of despair falling in and out of tune with the alarm blaring from her clock. "It's too early!" She shouted at the thing, and with that, she pulled the pillow over her head, trying to block out the sound.

"…Mom? Are you up yet?" A familiar voice wafted from downstairs.

"No." Lorelai answered back, trying to figure out how to turn it off. "Rory, do you know how to turn off Clocksworth here?"

"I thought you said you weren't up." Rory came up the stairs, grinning.

Lorelai stared at her. "Who are you and where are you hiding my real daughter?" She couldn't believe that Rory was already up and dressed.

She just laughed and pushed the 'off' button on the alarm. "There."

"There? Are you implying that Clocksworth is my daughter?" Lorelai asked.

Rory responded sarcastically, "Oh yeah, mom, he is."

"…Then who are you?" Lorelai played along.

"The next door neighbor."

The phone rang, and Lorelai made her infamous pouty look. "Rory, can you get it?"

"Next door neighbors don't answer phones!" Rory called back, heading to get the phone anyway.

Luke looked up as the bell to the front door sounded, and in walked (or more like ran) Lorelai.

"…What happened?" Luke asked.

"Don't mind that question now. Two cups of coffee to go." Lorelai demanded.

"Coffee's bad for y-" Luke got cut off by her.

"Luke!"

"Fine, fine, I'm getting it. Anything else?" Once again, the bell rang, and in ran Rory.

"Mom, the clock is ticking!" She gulped down the air.

"Luke is being slow this morning!" Lorelai shot back.

"Hey, I'm not sl-" Luke tried to get in.

"Tick, tick, tick!" Rory tapped her watch.

Luke slid over two to-go cups of coffee and a bag.

"What's in the bag?" Lorelai asked, suspicion in her voice. "Nothing abnormal, right?"

"Two fruit bars." Luke answered innocently.

"MOM!"

"Coming, Rory. Jeez, it's not the grand prix!"

"It will be if you don't get moving!" Rory said impatiently, looking at her watch every 5 seconds.

Lorelai grabbed the cups, leaving the white bag. "Bye Luke!" She was halfway across the diner, almost to the door already.

"Wait, your bag!" Luke called after her.

"Screw the damn bag! I won't eat them anyway!" Lorelai was out the door and getting into her jeep.

Lorelai slammed the jeep into gear and shot off down the street, not noticing Luke stare after her out the window.

Soon pulling into the turnaround of Chilton, Lorelai brought the car to a halt. It sputtered to park, almost as if it was going to sleep,

"Damn Paris and her 6:30am meetings." Rory grumbled, grabbing her bag out of the back.

"Ah, now Rory, don't talk about your classmates like that." Lorelai grinned at her 17-year-old daughter.

"You're not the one who has to spend 9 hours a day with her, 10 if you count the Franklin meetings."

"How do you know?" Lorelai smiled.

"…Unless there's some pretty odd time machine, I doubt you are." Rory sighed and grabbed her cup of lukewarm coffee.

"Oh yeah, right." Lorelai smiled and kissed her cheek. "Have a good day." She waved after Rory.

"Bye mom!" Rory entered the building, and Lorelai swore that she could hear Paris already striking verbally at Rory, demanding why she took so long.

Luke looked up once more, as the familiar bell rang across the room. He gave Lorelai a small smile that he reserved only for her. "Care to explain earlier?"

"Paris." Lorelai shook her head, sitting down at the stool by the worn counter.

"…Paris? As is France?" Luke asked confusedly. He didn't did know what the woman was rambling on about half the time.

"No, as in little snob at Chilton." Lorelai smiled as Luke poured her a cup of coffee. "You're my hero."

Luke shook his head. "If I didn't do this, you'd probably bite off my head. Or talk to me to death. Whichever comes first." He smiled.

Lorelai just laughed and took a sip of the warm coffee that she loved so much. But soon she would find to love someone much more.

(A/N: So, how'd you like it? I know, I know, not as good as some of you guys, but I gave it my best shot. If all goes well, an update tomorrow. Or possibly tonight. :) )