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Authors note: First Gilmore Girl fanfiction. Constructive Criticism is appreciated.
You could feel it. It was in the air, you could feel the moisture and the
electricity, floating above you above you in the air. It was coming.
She could feel the goose pimples running up her arm, her heart racing
in anticipation. She had a beautiful smile on her face. She knew that
today was the day. As she walked through the square she just knew
today would be her special day. Snow was hers, and hers alone, her special gift, and this was going to be the first snow of the New Year.
It was always crowded.
It was town's favorite place to catch up on the daily events. Anyone
who was anyone was there. Breakfast was a time to start the day, and
see those you shared life with. This is what Luke's had become, a
place that felt as close to family as she could get. A place where
she felt safe and at home. The place where her closest friend and
confidant was.
She grabbed the old doorknob and walked in. The chimes above her head clanked, and Luke turned around and flashed her a big smile. She smiled and waved her
empty coffee mug at him, and gave him a wink. She found a seat at the
counter, not her favorite place to sit. She loved to sit near the
window where she could observe both everything in diner and
everything outside. She could see the town square and all of her favorite place.
I was the best place for her to observe Luke. Luke who
was her fix-it man. Her driver, the man she went to, when everything
had gone wrong. The man who fueled her coffee addiction, though he
would always tell that her, that her habits would be the death of
her. Luke, who cooked mashed potatoes for Rory, when she had the
chicken pox, and moved her to Yale. The only person she knew she
could always count on. The person who had been on her mind a lot in the last few weeks.
Lately though, things had been strange. She would catch him looking at her, and then he would quickly avert his gaze and blush when she caught him. He would
find any excuse to help her around her house. Those looks had cause a
flutter in my stomach, and tingling in my arms. She wasn't sure
what she was feeling. She wasn't sure what he was thinking. Things
were getting different, and she wasn't quite sure if she was
actually feeling these things or not. Sometimes when he looked at her
and their eyes met, she felt lost in his eyes. She would quickly turn
away thinking he would see what she was feeling. Not that she was
sure what that was.
"Hi Lorelai," said Luke, "What'll it be today, beside the cup of liquid death?"
"I would like chocolate chip pancakes, with chocolate syrup and lots and lots of
whip cream, with a side of sausage and a side of bacon, plus my
liquid death there, burger boy." She looked at him and winked, somehow she the look in his eyes made her blush, just a little bit.
"Whip Cream, Lorelai" he said.
"Oooh Dirty" she responds.
He slowly turns around and quickly walks away shaking his head. He couldn't figure out how she did that. She would turn the simplest things into
something that would make him blush. This time the whip cream.
Instantly his mind had raced to her and whip cream, and the red had
crept up his neck to his face quickly. He had hoped that she had
missed it, and that she would not bring it up. Suddenly he hears her
saying.
"Luke, likes whip cream, Luke likes whip cream!!!"
She could get a rise out of him, and she didn't know it. He went back
to work. She went about eating her breakfast. Glancing at him every
so often, talking to the town's people and filling the diner with her presence. How someone so petite and beautiful could fill his diner he didn't know. It was like a hurricane had hit when she was there. There was activity, people talking. It seemed to Luke that when she was there everything was more alive and vivid. On days that she didn't come it felt drab and quiet without her around, and he had learned to look forward to her visits. Luke silently goes back to work, wiping tables occasionally glancing up at her, watching her and wondering what makes her so entrancing.