One Extremely Attractive Onion
Disclaimer: You decide, do I look like ASP?
Sometimes he just didn't know what to make of her. One minute she seemed like a five year old child, bright-eyed and babbling incoherently, the next she was dependent and weak, in need of a shoulder to cry on.
He thought about her name, and how perfectly it fit her. Lorelai. It was unique, yet astonishingly beautiful, just like it's bearer. Luke had dated Sallys and Jessicas and...Nicoles, but he had never dated a Lorelai. Speaking not only about her name, but he had never before dated or even met a person so full of life, so sparkling and vibrant, but also so unbelievably complicated. He found in his mind he often compared Lorelai to an onion. Granted, she was a raven-haired onion who sure as hell could rock a pair of jeans, but an onion none the less.
Most people would scoff at him for thinking of his girlfriend as a vegetable, especially a smelly vegetable, one that most people associated with tears, but Luke has his reasons. Being in the food service industry, Luke knows food. He's learned to use his talents in the kitchen to deal with his emotions over the years. When his mother was sick, he threw himself into his cooking. When his father was sick, he devoted himself to plans for the diner. Every time Lorelai rejected him, whether she was consious of it or not, he focused only on work and cooking.
This is how he came up with the analogy of the onion. Onions have several layers, each layer is fragile and thin, easily broken, easily stripped off. Every time a layer comes off, the onion becomes more vulnerable, revealing it's true and natural self, underneath all those damn layers.
The name Lorelai Gilmore has become synonymous with independence. Just ask her parents, or the father of her child, or her child, whom she raised by herself, at a time when she should have been thinking about prom gowns, not diapers. Luke remembers every time she came into the diner, broken down and weary, usually over some guy. He was always amazed at her ability to switch personas. Like the elusive onion, Lorelai Gilmore was just as complicated and just as vulnerable under all those layers.
A/N: Just a little something quick I wrote. Please review and tell me what you think!
-Rachel