This is a story about Luke and Lorelai...its the first story I have ever written. Its in Lukes point of view.

She Feels the Same

The sun is shining and Taylor is nowhere in sight. I figured I would sweep outside the store before I open and cleanup the mess that Kirk had made the day before; I am not even going to begin on that subject.

I was in the middle of thinking about how horrible this town could be when I heard the most familiar voice that makes me weak in the knees…

"Luke… Luke… please help… I need coffee." Lorelai out of breath from running.

"Can I not take a few minutes in the morning to sweep outside, before you people start demanding things from me?" "Besides, what is your problem anyway?"

That's when I glanced up

She was wearing a light blue dress that came half way up from her knees and smoothly draped over the shape of her hips that could easily bring me to the ground. It held onto her shoulders by two very thin straps that I could easily slip off with one finger. Her hair was pulled up which normally meant she didn't have time in the morning to take care of it. The part about Lorelai that made every cell in my body quiver was her stunning eyes, no matter what she needed; I will always give in.

"Yes, I already made some." Sounding a little bit aggravated and tired.

I put the broom up against the wall and leaded the way into the diner. As we walk into the diner neither of us said a word. She sat down on the stool across from the cash register and placed her elbows on the table and cradled her face.

"So what is the rush today? I said calmly. You seem more quiet today than usual."Making sure that I made the word "more," very loud and clear.

"I think I am having bad luck today!" Swinging her arms in the air to motion the whole world. "I think the world is out to get me. Nothing has gone right today!" "I feel like Rosie O'Donnell!" with a sly look of disgust.

Looking at her could only make him wonder why she would say such a thing. She looks amazing. How could anyone ever be out to get her?

Luke glanced up from the mug that he was pouring her coffee in and just starred at her for a few moments until as usual she goes off in this huge conversation that he can barely keep up with about how her day has started out bad. I wasn't exactly paying attention to the whole first part of how her day started out to make these events come together to be the end of her world. I was just paying attention to how beautiful her face is when she gets so worked up about things. I brought my hands up to my eyes and rubbed them in an action to try to focus. Evidently it worked.

"You know those thingys that hang in the shower that hold your extra soap that you have nowhere else to put because man didn't build a shower appropriate for women?" Lorelai taking the mug that I slid across the table and taking a few sips.

"huh?"

"Oh, I am sorry." I didn't have to say anything or nod before she continued to explain to me.

"It attacked me!" "I was just innocently taking a shower like I do every morning, and the thing attacked me!" "Out of the blue with no warning!" "How could it do that to me when I have been so good to her?"

Making a weird face I wondered how she has decided that an item in her shower has the gender of a "her". But that is what I love about her the most. Life and the things around her are always paid attention to.

"What else has made you think that the world was out to get you?" After the words came out of my mouth I concluded that it probably was a bad idea. I reached over to the container holding the donuts and found the one with the most sprinkles and placed it on a napkin.

"I just feel like things are wrong…something's different about today and I can't seem to pinpoint it." "Did you ever have that feeling like maybe you haven't woken up yet today?" Looking at me as if I would have an answer for her.

"Pinch me Luke!" "Maybe I will wake up."

As she took the first bite out of her donut I would have loved to pinch her, not to hurt her, but just to have an excuse to touch her.

"No, I am not going to pinch you!" "And you are not still sleeping." In a rushed stern voice.

"Trust me, if this was a dream I would be George Clooney!" Actually, I would be George Clooney if it gave me the chance to feel her touch me in a way that every woman seems to want to touch him!

"Gosh Luke who peed in your coco puffs this morning?" Picking up the rest of her donut and the coffee that I put in a to-go-cup for her,

"I guess not, because I don't think dreams have coffee as good as this!" Swinging her hand with the coffee cup in the air.

She stared at me for a few seconds and walked out the door. I couldn't help but watch her walk down the street until I could no longer see her.

Why can't I just tell her how I feel? I am too afraid that she won't feel the same. I would do anything just to feel the warmth of her in my arms, and smell the sweet perfume that she wears that can lead a whole group of men trailing after her. I would do anything. I looked down at the counter where her arms where just resting and took a deep breathe. Just as I exhaled Kirk walks in…and as quick as she left, all of the horrible feelings came back to me.