Author's Note: Hi guys! This is Beeba, formerly known as L/L r Lobsters. I've decided to get a new start with fanfiction, cause all my other stories were clouding my mind and my writing. You may say I might continue with those stories, but I most likely will only transfer a couple to this one name. I have decided to work on only one story at a time. So here's this one. Sorry it's so short (HA! Muffin, that could totally be dirty!).

Summary: What could have happened after Lorelai's little 'accident' in the diner in Raincoats and Recipes. A Yes, No, Maybe so! kind of story. Please enjoy!

Special shout outs to the following:

ProFfeSseR because you always review my stories (I always want to say 'reply to my stories'! I keep getting fanfiction and Forums mixed up!) and I love you so much for it. I can always depend on you to make me feel loved.

Muffin Is Injured because you are my buddy! My one and only Fanfiction sister. I don't know what I'd do without you... :tear::sob::wail: Anyway, review and I'll say more cause I've ran out of words to...say to you... Ugh! Anyway!

And to everyone else I might have forgotten who always review cause I love you guys! Seriously!

Ha! I watched Deer Hunters today (that's eppie 1.04, 'case ya didn't know!) and I think it's so unfair that Rory couldn't, no matter what, take the test! I mean, what if she had gotten into a fatal car accident and managed to barely hang onto life and heal enough to come back and take the test to salvage her grade and they're like 'Oh! Sorry Ms. Gilmore! Our policy is: You gotta die to get by!' Ugh, I never liked headmaster Charleston. Stuck up bastard. Has a stick shoved up his ass if you know what I mean.

Ha! (Again) Have you all ever seen Whose Line is It Anyway? Seriously, the funniest show EVER! And they have a game called If You Know What I Mean. CLASSIC!

Oh, and I think I got a job, so I might not update as often as I'd like (I'm going to Europe and I have to pay for half of my ticket and hotel and stuff, so I have to get a job. Sorry!)

Anyway! Don't want to ramble and ramble and ramble and ramble and ramble and---

Done now.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will (But in my wildest dreams...) (But oh, in my wildest dreams I'd be doing something incredibly wild with Luke, if you know what I mean! Dirty...)

Oh, and Muffin, it's still hard.

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One: Silence

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How could she be so clumsy! Walking in there and practically demolishing her and Rory's table.

How could she be so dorky! Trying to clean everything up and smiling sheepishly like a five year old who had had an accident. Oh god, she had had an accident.

And then slipping on the spilt coffee!

Now Lorelai was sitting on the steps outside of Luke's, face in her hands, curls covering her fingers, and a giant brown spot on her ass. She really did look like she had had an accident. She knew she was blushing furiously with embarrassment, so she couldn't possibly have stayed inside the diner where Luke was standing behind the counter, smirking.

She decided to chance a peek through the glass behind her, but immediately buried her head in her arms on her knees.

Luke had caught her gaze and it had looked as if he was using all of his willpower to not explode with laughter.

God! She was so embarrassed!

How long could she sit there? It had to have been ten minutes so far, at least. Rory had long since left her there to her doom. But she couldn't go back inside. Luke would give her that smirk. The smirk that told her how big of a ditz she was.

A few minutes later, she heard the diner door open, so she scooted a little to her left to let the exiting customer pass. When the door didn't close and no one pushed by, she lifted her head to see what was wrong. Luke was standing there, gazing down at her, his eyes intense and his lips tilted into a barely noticeable smile.

"What on Earth are you doing?"

She rolled her eyes. It was so obvious. "Hiding from you. Duh."

He frowned. "Why?"

"Because you keep laughing at me!"

He smiled again. "It was funny."

"Not from my point of view."

He let the door close and then sat beside her.

"Are you really that embarrassed?"

She scoffed at him. "No! I just don't want to look at that mocking smile of yours."

He had the grace to look offended. "I'm not mocking you."

"But your smile is."

"I'm sorry I don't have control of how my smile acts."

He was laughing at her. He was actually laughing at her!

"Well, thanks for the ego boost, Mr. Danes."

Luke sighed.

"Lorelai..."

"No! You're purposely reveling in my pain and embarrassment."

"So you are embarrassed!"

She blushed. "I...No! I...I'm not..."

That smile was back. Though attractive, it was quite annoying.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. In fact, I'm not even going to give you the pleasure of listening to me telling you I won't talk to you anymore. There will just be silence. Silence only you will have to deal with because I'll be talking to other people."

He said her name again and she shot him a dirty look.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't say my name like that. You always say it like that. Like it's a curse word and a plea and a sigh all at once. It bugs me."

"I'm sorry."

And it seemed like he was.

But she sorta liked the way he always said her name. It was hardly said as a curse word, and all sigh and plea. It was sort of affectionate, too, like he enjoyed the way she frustrated him.

"Was it really that funny?'" she asked after a moment.

"Yeah, it was."

She sighed and then stood. "Think I can show my face in there again?"

He followed her lead. "Probably not."

"Ugh."

"But I think you should come in anyway."

The way he said it sort of made her heart halt for a second.

"I will."

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Lorelai went to the Inn feeling unfulfilled. She had gone to the diner to figure out this thing with Luke, and now she was more confused than ever.

He made her clumsy, almost to a point of being dangerous.

She was tipping over vases all day, bumping into table corners, spilling glasses, dropping binders and folders so that papers sputtered everywhere. She was nervous about every call, every time the front door opened, her heart wishing and hoping and dreaming it would be Luke to come and kiss her and tell her he wanted to be with her and that they were officially dating.

But it was never him and she continued to be confused about the status of their relationship.

Rory had called twice to ask how she was, giggling slightly (with her hand over the mouth piece, of course) at the memory of that morning. Lorelai waved her off, telling her she was fine and just a little bit more flustered than before.

She went home in a daze, having spent all of mind power debating about Luke and their current standings with each other.

She was still lost when she was sitting in the living room with Rory, watching TV, and there was a tentative knock at the door. She opened it to see who was outside and found a lily on the doorstep with a note attached to the stem.

It took one guess to figure out who it was from.

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To Be Continued

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