A/N: Okay everyone this is my first Fan Fic Ever. So please R/R tell me if I'm doing a good job, or if you have any tips of how I can improve my story they're appreciated. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Pathetic
Lorelai
God she felt pathetic, so pathetic. Not just the, "I watched an 8 hour ABC family marathon which consisted of movies all in 2 star range such as 'Cruel Intentions 3,' Pathetic," but extremely, truly pathetic. I mean sure she didn't exactly pour all her heart in soul into the relationship, but at least she tried to make it work, I mean she really did try whether you wanna believe it or not. She put up with the fact that he was from the world she ran away from, she put up with the fact that he was her father's business partner, she put up with the fact that her mother hated him (well okay that wasn't that bad), but hell she even put up with the fact that she would never be able to wake up in the same bed as him, because of all of the strange quirky things that man had going on, yet her efforts to make this relationship work didn't seem to matter to him. The fact that she'd put her and her parents relationship at risk for him didn't seem to matter at all, because as soon as something of his was at risk he was willing to give her up just to get back at her father.
I mean she even gave him the time to come after her, the way she paused slightly when her hand reached for the handle of the coffee shop door, but no, she could've swore she didn't even hear the stool he was sitting on squeak and turn to watch her leave as she left the small café in Hartford.
And that crushed Lorelai Gilmore. It really did. Even though most people would consider her totally into herself, and extremely confident, she was actually just as insecure as every other girl in the US. I mean did he ever even care about her in this first place? And if he did then how could he possibly go against every American love story ever created, and let her just walk away so easily.
He's probably already forgetting about me, she thought, erasing me from his memory, from his little black book, or wait he had one of those palm pilot things, that I never understood. I mean first chivalry is out of style, then big hair and now black books! What's this world coming to! But anyways he's not supposed to be forgetting me so easily, and I'm not supposed to feel this pathetic, he is. I mean isn't it somewhere in the break up hand book that the dumpee is the one who sits there wallowing over his dumper.
With that last thought in mind she turned off the highway to the town that was more of a home to her then the one she grew up in. Her main intentions were to drive straight to the house, after the incident in Hartford, and sit back for one of her famous Lorelai Gilmore wallow sessions, but the thought of going home to an empty house with no Rory, no man, hell not even a goldfish depressed her, so she slowed the car to halt once she reached the gazebo and climbed up the creaky wooden stairs.
She considered throwing a rock or two at Luke's window so she'd have some company, but she didn't have the energy to sit around arguing with him to just hang out with her for a while. Out of all the guys in the world there was something about Luke that seemed different to her. She had to admit that she did find him pretty damn attractive, but that wasn't it. There was just something different about him that she couldn't exactly put her finger on, but whatever it was she liked it. Sure, she considered the possibility of going out with him every once in a while, but in the first place, she didn't want to ruin there friendship, and if the second place if he was interested in her he probably would've asked her out already, right? He probably found her repulsing anyway. This little lonely spinster woman, who talked too much and had horrible eating habits.
She needed her confidence back, she needed coffee, she needed Rory (who of course was probably too busy for her), and she also just needed someone who cared enough about her to actually come after her, but she didn't have any of those things, which left her with nothing else but the fact that she believed her hair looked truly amazing curled, and the fact that she felt pathetic.
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Luke
He sat there in his lonely apartment, above his lonely diner, in his lonely lounge chair in the corner, drinking about his 3rd beer by himself, which only lonely men do by the way, as he wondered if anyone in the world could be more of a lonely loner then he was. He hates to admit it, because he always considered himself one of those very masculine men who didn't need somebody else's company to make them happy, but he never imagined his life to look this pathetic in a million years. He always pictured himself being in love by 28, married by 32, kids by 35, and happily ever after by 40, but things didn't go exactly as planned for him.
You see he was actually in love by 30, pining by 31, a kid, well actually it wasn't even his kid, by 37, lost the kid by 38, married to someone he didn't love by 39, oh yea and as of a couple weeks ago he was divorced by 39 too… Wait you can't forget the fact that he still loved the first girl that he did when he was 30… Well, anyways, as you can see, his life was basically a mess and he had no idea what to do with it.
He sometimes wondered if he actually would die alone like his uncle, despite what Lorelai said. Lorelai… He hated the fact that everything in his life always came back to her, but he couldn't help it. She was always running through his thoughts during the day, and swimming through his dreams at night. Sometimes in the diner he would just stare at the door praying that the creamy blue eyes of the gorgeous brunette he loved more than himself would appear, but most of the time it would just end up being Kirk, or Taylor, or Patty, or Babette, or Gypsy, or Andrew, or Jim, or Sally, or Abraham Lincoln, or anyone else, but the one person he wanted to see more than anything. It was extremely sad and wrong on about 20 different levels, but even sometimes after him and his ex-wife Nicole would be lying next to each other at midnight, he would find himself dreaming of Lorelai, dreaming that she had the title Nicole did, dreaming that she wanted him as much as Nicole wanted him, and as much as he wanted her.
But that's why his dreams were only dreams, and nothing more, because Lorelai Gilmore was as interested in him as he was interested in hooking up with Patty. He took another deep chug of his beer emptying it and with that he threw it against the window shattering the bottle into a million pieces, just like his life was shattered; only he would later pick up the pieces again. He only wished someone would one day do the same for him.
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Lorelai heard a crashing sound from above her and looked up to see something smashing against Luke's room window.
"What the…" She whispered to herself before standing up to try and get a better view.
Luke's window now lay shattered in several places and the first emotion to come over her was panic. She grabbed her purse from the gazebo bench and hopped down stairs. She reached for the 'hidden' key on the diner's door ledge, let her self in, and sprinted up the steps using more physical exertion then she planned to use in a lifetime, but as she opened the door and her eyes fell onto the man before her, the deep breath that she was letting out caught in her throat.
"Luke…" She whispered softly, but to her statement, or should I say question, there came no response.
A/N: Okay so do you like it? I was gona place my first TBC right here but then I just typed this and figured it was pretty stupid to just not post what i alreayd have so here.
Lorelai rubbed her face and moved closer to the ghastly sight. So her eyes hadn't deceived her after all, she thought as she looked down at the slouching Luke in the leather lounge chair facing the wall. He was wearing and old faded brown t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and woah, not even his baseball cap, but even though she'd rarely ever seen him in such normal un-lumberjack like clothes, that wasn't what frightened her. It was more of the fact that she had never seen someone look so miserable in her life.
It was also pretty frightening that he seemed so oblivious to her close presence as well, so she whispered a little bit louder.
"Luke?"
His face seemed to abruptly snap out of the trance it was in as his eyes began wandering around the room in every direction besides the one in which she was located, but when those hazy blue's finally found her they seemed to soften a little bit.
"Lorelai?" He said suddenly standing up, and almost knocking her over. "Oh wow Lorelai's here! Cheers to that, boys!
He grabbed his beer and took a long chug before waving it in front of her face as he unsteadily made his way towards her.
"What are you waiting for? Grab a beer from the fridge. Join the party!" said Luke in a long drunken slur.
"Uh Luke are you drunk?" It was more a rhetorical question but she just had to ask.
"Luke?" he said with a little offbeat chuckle. "No no no no, not Luke, not anymore. Luke was a wimp! Luke let girls mess with him and get him all… uh messy! Yeah messy! From now on, No! For all eternity I wish to be called Captain James Tiberius Kirk! But you my lady… I don't know I just like you, so I will give you the honor of calling me Captain Kirk," and with that he gave her a slight bow.
Lorelai just stood there looking perplexed and using every fiber of her being not to crack up on him, because now was simply not the time. Later, of course, she would have to mock him for all eternity with the new trekkie nick-name he had supplied her with, but now he was a drunken mess, and he needed his best friend's help. So she moved slowly and cautiously towards him, aware of the way he was looking at her as if he just might pounce at any moment.
"Captain Kirk, huh? Well Captain—
"Kirk. He corrected.
"Yes, yes Captain Kirk, of course. May I ask why you decided to throw this party for the uh, boys tonight." Dirty! She thought to herself
"Of course, of course! You see today is the day that Luke, that sorry sad Luke that let the girl he loved step all over him finally dies!" he shouted slamming his fist on the table for emphasis. "Today is the day Captain Kirk is born!" He yelled falling to the side and knocking it over.
So this is over Nicole, Lorelai thought as she bent down to pick up the coffee table. I knew she was no good for him. I just knew it! My Luke would never get this drunk to the point that he would start requesting to be called trekkie nick names. No my Luke would never-- wait my Luke…
"From now on, I will no longer be put to shame by girls," he continued "If I want one I'm going to go out and get her! No! I'm not gonna just stand there on the side and watch her be with other men. No Captain Kirk would never let the girl he loved get engaged, and damn it! As soon as that wedding got called off he wouldn't just rejoice. No! he would go out there and fight for her! Yes, and he would win!
Wait a second what's he talking about? He never told me about any other men Nicole was engaged to? I thought it was only sockman… He must not be talking about Nicole. Did Rachel ever get engaged and run out on the guy. I don't think she did. I thought the only girl in Star Hollow history to do that was… Me.
Lorelai suddenly felt as if she was going to faint. She felt the color drain from her face as she lifted her head and looked deep into his eyes of Luke Danes or should she say Captain James Tiberius Kirk. That's when she saw it. That's when Lorelai Gilmore finally looked passed the wall she had put between them all these years and looked deep into his eyes, to not just see a need for friendship bubbling under the surface, but a need for her.
"You have pretty, pretty eyes," he mumbled softly when he realized she was starring at him, "but why are you starring at me?"
"Because I never have before," she said. "Can I ask you something Captain Kirk?" she asked not yet fully sure of what she was going to say.
"You can ask me anything."
"Uh well I was just wondering does this girl, you know the one who ran away from her engagement, does she happen to have a name."
"Oh yea, I think she does actually. It's an amazing one too. Very, very pretty. Not many people have it, but… hey wait a second!" He suddenly started to laugh again. "Didn't you tell me your name was Lorelai when you got here?"
"Uh no actually you called me Lorelai."
"Yeah but its Lorelai, I mean you said it was Lorelai right?"
"Uh actually again you said it was Lorelai."
"Oh I did, huh? Well I mean you told me when you came in it was Lorelai though right?"
She sighed and decided to just let it go. "Yes, I said my name was Lorelai, Why?"
"Well this girl I'm telling you about her names Lorelai too!"
She felt like she might die on the spot. He was actually like this because of her. All those months of going around saying how bad Nicole was for him, and how it would tear him apart in the end when it was really her fault that he was so screwed up.
Maybe it's another Lorelai. Maybe I'm just so overly conceited that I'm not thinking of all the other Lorelai's living here in Star Hollow… uh yeah I'm pretty sure I'm the only one, besides Rory of course. Maybe he loves Rory! Yeah Rory! And then Jess just got in the way and—Okay why am I even thinking of that as a possibility? Can you say Gross! Lorelai you need to just face the facts. This crazy town was right after all.
With that she looked down at Luke who was now walking around his apartment trying to balance a frying pan on his head. She suddenly felt herself at a lost for words for one of the first times in her life, but she also had no idea how she was going to help her drunken friend.
A/N: And here is where I've decided to place the real TBC
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