A/N: So this "story" is more an anthology. Just a bunch of little ficlets about Luke and Lorelai. Each chapter will be completely different. I'm not going for length here. This way, I can update more frequently without having to live at my computer. Some, they're together as a couple, some are angsty little things that take place while they're apart, or even before they get together. Each chapter will be somewhat based on a song, which will be specified at the beginning of the story. Most chapters will be metaphors. I'm not going to come right out and express what I'm trying to say with words. The song should help, as well as supporting characters. The time period will be expressed at the beginning of each story. The rating, for now, will stay T until I get an urge to make them a little more intimate. Not beta-ed: Reviews help me a TON!

Song: Goodbye My Lover

Artist: James Blunt

Time: Post Partings, Pre Chris/Lorelai marriage.

Lorelai is dating Chris, Luke is single.

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Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes, I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.

Luke slammed the door of his truck shut. He had just returned from his planned visit with April. Anna was supposed to drop her off to meet him at a restaurant he'd never heard of, and had to get directions offline to get there. He borrowed Kirk's laptop and went to the present area where Star's Hollow received free internet connection—right smack dab in the middle of the gazebo. He had a bit of trouble working the electronic device without anyone's help. Who knew computers were so complicated? It took him an hour to figure out how to turn the damn thing on, open up the internet, find the right website, and write down the directions, since he didn't have access to a printer. That would have been an entire other feat on its own.

He got in his car and grimaced when he saw the clock. He had twenty minutes before he was due at Copper's Café. Who names their restaurant after a type of metal? He started the truck and was off. Right turn here, left here, take the right side of the fork in the road. Fifteen minutes to go. Another left turn. Red light. Five minutes left. Luke looked at the directions. Go straight until the next light. He looked ahead of him.

DEAD END

"Oh, great," he muttered, turning the wheel—and the car, completely around until he was on his way back the way he came from. He drove without stopping to a gas station he saw on his way. He marched up to the glass doors, and stood in line behind a woman carrying a pack of cigarettes and a magazine. Luke waited the minute until said woman was rung up, and then approached the man running the small gas station. He was perched back in his stool, glasses on his nose. He had pepper grey hair and a mustache that was fairly reminiscent to the one that Luke's father had tried to grow when he was in his mid-40's. The man glared at Luke before saying, "Whaddya want?" Luke threw down his directions.

"I'm looking for Copper Café. I got these directions off the internet, but they led me to a dead end. I was due to meet my daughter 10 minutes ago."

The man glanced at the directions. "Have you been paying attention to the street signs?" He asked. Luke looked confused.

"Uh, well, no? I just assumed, well, that I had to just turn right and then left, or whatever it told me," Luke said. The man grunted. Luke bit his lip.

"These directions are for Copper Café in San Francisco, California."

"What? No they're not; I searched for Copper Café in Hartford. That's what came up."

"You have to pay attention to the little things," the man said. He pulled up a website on his computer that was resting on the counter and printed out a page, handing it to Luke. "Those are directions from here to Copper Café in Hartford."

"Hmm, thanks," Luke sighed, before leaving the gas station and getting back into his truck. He followed the directions and the street signs, eventually finding his correct destination. Now nearly half an hour late, Luke emerged from his truck and jogged into the café.

It was a smaller place than he expected. Not quite half the size of his own diner, the place gave off a homey feeling that made Luke feel like throwing up. This was not his kind of place at all. He looked around for April and Anna. They weren't anywhere in sight. He looked around for someone that worked there. Before he found anyone, a man came up to him and asked if he would like to be seated.

"Oh, uh, no thanks. I'm actually looking for someone."

"Can I help you look?" The man asked. He reminded Luke of Jess. He didn't seem to be too excited about working, and like Luke, he seemed like he didn't want to be there. Luke accepted his offer and described April and Anna to him. The waiter recognized them right away.

"Oh, sure. They left about twenty minutes ago. They left this note for you though," he said, handing Luke a napkin folded in half. Luke read it to himself.

Luke-

Couldn't wait.

Be more responsible.

Anna and April

Luke scowled, crumpling up the napkin and throwing it at the floor. He left the café without looking back.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

Now, back in Star's Hollow, Luke resumed his place in the diner, behind the counter where he belonged. He watched people go by through the large glass windows lining the diner. Be more responsible. Ugh, the words were still ringing in his ears. Be more responsible. Be more responsible.