My first story
CRAP CRAP CRAP! I Forgot the DISCLAIMER! I don't own Gilmore Girls, and I never will...wow...my self esteem is now like a .5...
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'Breath. Just breath. Breathing is a very important thing, and it would be very unfortunate if you fell over and died from lack of oxygen at a time like this.' Lorelai thought to herself as she watched Luke moving toward her. His lips, looking infinitly soft, were moving rapidly toward hers.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Wha?" Lorelai half-shouted as she sat bolt upright in her bed. She silently cursed the stupid alarm, that had once again abruptly jerked her from a Luke-dream. Her hand reached out and brutally crushed the snooze button, saving her from the evil cow sounds that came from its evil speakers of her evil alarm. Lorelai had been constantly having this dream, and others of a similar variety. She was tired of never getting to reach Luke's lips, but the dreams were still better than the reality that her favourite flannel-clad dinner man was still not speaking to her. No matter how many times she apologized he still refused to forgive her. Lorelai groaned in frustration as she recalled the argument that had lead them to their current status. There was no denying the fact that she had been unnessicarily harsh on Luke, but damnit she had been upset. Luke's no-good nephew had hurt her baby. 'Rory could have been seriously hurt by that bastard.' Lorelai thought. 'Yes, but you still didn't have to take it out on Luke.' The voice in her head told her. It sounded strangely like Rory. Probably because Rory had said that to her a thousand times since that dreaded night. Lorelai groaned again, and pushed herself out of bed.
' Breath. Just breath. Breathing is a very important thing, and it would be very unfortunate if you fell over and died from lack of oxygen at a time like this.' Luke thought to himself as he watched Lorelai moving toward him. Her lips, looking infinitly soft, were moving rapidly toward hers.
"BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!"
"Damn!" Luke shouted as he rolled over, grabbed the alarm clock and brutally threw it against the wall where it proceeded to let out a half-hearted "beep" before dying. Luke was tired of being drawn unwillingly from his Lorelai-dreams by the unwanted arrival of morning. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands as he remembered how angry he was with Lorelai. She had come bursting into his diner that night accusing him of hurting Rory. She had ranted on and on about how it was all HIS fault. He had listened to her growing more and more furious. Furious and anxious. He was mad at Jess for getting Rory into trouble, he was mad at himself for encouraging interaction between the two, he was anxious to know if Rory was okay, and he was anxious to know if Jess was okay. But, most of all he was angry at Lorelai for barging into his diner and blaming him for it all. He was angry that she would dump all of this on him, and then not even tell her if everyone was okay. The things that she said hurt him more than she would probably ever realize. Lorelai had come and appologized for everything, but Luke could tell that she didn't understand what it was that she said that had bothered him. Luke sighed and got up out of bed.