Summary: JJ. Long buried secrets and memories are awakened during this game of Truth. Slowly but surely, the relationship between Luke and Lorelai deepens. This story is based on the book, The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing - This fan fiction is based on the book The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen. I'm not taking full credit for all of the dialogue and plot of this story, seeing as some of it belongs to one of my all-time favorite authors. Keep in mind most of it is written by me, so I'm not just copying the book. Okay, having said that, hope you like it and please leave a review!
Author's Note: The rest of the chapters will definitely be longer than this. This is more of a prologue than a chapter.
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line
-Johnny Cash
I was in the passenger seat of his truck.
Bennie and the Jets was blaring, and he rolled his eyes as I serenaded him, throwing my arms dramatically in the air, "She's got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know I read it in a magazineeee, ohh, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jetsss."
The window was rolled down and my curls were wildly blowing in the front of my face. After struggling to keep my hair from sticking to my just-applied lip gloss, I rolled the window up. I turned the music down, and turned to face him, "You know, you really need to lighten up."
"I'm fine."
"C'mon, Luke, sing! I'm sure there's a grammy-winner buried in there somewhere."
"Nope."
I sighed at his lack of participation in bantering, and leaned forward to turn the music higher. He pushed my hand out of the way, "Doesn't need to be any louder than it is. How am I supposed to concentrate when the volume has reached the potential to break glass? I'm surprised we're not already wrapped around a tree with the way you're hands are waving in my face."
"Paranoid, much?"
"I'm not paranoid, I'm just saying what's true."
"Luke, if you're not living on the edge, then you're taking up too much space... That's the truth."
"Well, I guess I'm a selfish person."
I frowned and leaned my head against the glass, crossing my arms. I focused my eyes on the very interesting handle of the glove compartment. I was then derailed when he began to speak.
He muttered something about my 'fascination of car parts' being 'astounding'. I retorted with, "I am one of very many people, who on occasion find themselves trailing off because the person sitting next to them is a walking book of safety hazards." He didn't say anything else.
We were on our way to Hartford. I had somehow managed to create a hole in the wall of my kitchen. (The frying pan and I were having some troubles). Therefore, Luke was going to help me fix it so that I didn't get over-priced by a 'creepy repairman impersonator' who would later come back to my home and "create a life-like re-run of the 'here's Johnny' sequence of The Shining." Whew, I lose my breath just thinking about it.
I guess there's some sweetness in the fact that Luke doesn't want me to be chopped up with an axe.
There are a few things I don't remember about that car ride. Such as, how long we were driving or why we never made it to the hardware store.
All I know is, that's the day the game started.