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Something short, sweet and definitely new. Enjoy!

On a Better Day

Dr. Seuss came along and joined Mother Goose and together, they set about teaching fun lessons to youth.

There were rhymes and mimes, and schwimes and flymes. And plenty of other words that Norton hadn't defined.

But it was fun and brought laughter. So the purpose was served. A point was reached too which may sound absurd. But true, it was, with each and every word.

Enjoyed by people young, not grown. When numbers add to age, it's harder to prod that darn funny bone.

Funnies of the dirty variety are what tickles. The wackiness in rhyming doesn't cause giggles to trickle. Or flickle. Or bickle. Or zickle on the hickle. Be fickle and fun and chickle plenty of pickles.

One day big and one day great, the rhyming emerged in this one little state. Connecticut was the name, Stars Hollow the town. And boy did the rhyming really boogie and get down. It showed its bum, it showed its rear. It jumped in the faces of the residents here.

Grimaces and glares couldn't stop the flow, so acceptance took place...as if they really had a say so.

If you will allow me the pleasure, your time I will borrow. Please take this invitation and follow me to Stars Hollow...

//V//

The morning was a hassle. Usually this was the case.

But as Lorelai lay in the bed, pillow smashed rudely to face...there was a thought.

The clock had sounded, snooze had been snoozed. And there she lay thinking of her newest muse.

Events and agendas, her life since the inn.

Up and down emotions, fluctuations therein.

Something had to be done. Fun had to be had. I mean, even the president took time away from trying to blow up Baghdad.

Ms. Gilmore was fun and fun was she. She embodied that word, but lately that just wasn't to be.

While that, indeed, was the case, this day was not going down as another to waste.

She didn't think anything crazy or over the top. She simply realized that the world was heavy. That was a weight that she would drop.

Just for the day.

Tomorrow it'd get picked back up and rocked with finesse.

She just needed today. Without all the stress.

She stood with alert, a smile on her face. She had put her mind to work and a solution was embraced.

Looking around for the first to do, her fingers snapped quickly. She had coffee to get to.

That brought on the duties of shower, then dress. And make-up and shoes and jewelry--what progress.

Hair and nails and teeth to brush. Song and dance through all provided the rush.

Prep then completed, she left the house. Smile still present, no reason to grouse.

The diner wasn't full. Pre-lull was in effect. The morning had been good, but this image was just perfect.

No excessive customers to steal Luke's attention. He'd be at her beck and call. What a beautiful vision! She looked up to the sky as she saw the sight. Her features were happy, sprinkled with delight.

She imagined Luke with all these hands galore. Way more hands than he had before. He'd pour and pour, coffee spilling on the floor, people screaming and panicked, but Lorelai asking for more!

It'd get really high. Rise like the Pacific. She snapped out of it just then, no need of gettin' all specific. Reality wasn't pretty, the rest would be horrific. Drowning and death, yeah, not all that terrific.

Lorelai realized just then she was still in the street. With help from a horn not made to be discreet.

And while this is the moment that most would get hostile, hold up a finger--the one tallest and vile, piss the driver off more by standing there awhile...Lorelai had style. She apologized with a smile. Had the driver feeling awful about getting riled.

She crossed in front of the vehicle and walked with grace. Enough with daydreaming, it was time to step inside Luke's place.

In school there were cliques. Everyone knew the coolest of the cool. In Stars Hollow, it was known that Lorelai ruled.

"Hey Lorelai" "Hey Suga" "How are you doing today?"

"Oh, I'm doing just fine. Nothing's gone astray."

"You better take that back, knock on wood if you can. You just jinxed yourself, Honey. Don't wanna disturb the lay of the land."

Lorelai smiled and did a big wave in kind. No glowering folklore was going to kill her shine.

"It's fine Babbette, this day is all mine. Dread happens only when you leave a clear path or a line. I'm standing tall and blocking all ways of entry, you see. Nothing's gettin' in here. Not unless it goes through me."

"Now that's the stuff I like to hear. Nice to have that spirit back in you, Dear. You've been kinda down. Been kinda blue. You were still Lorelai. But it just didn't seem like you."

"Well make room for me. Move over some, Patty. Lorelai's back in the house and ready to act whacky!"

Laughter and cheers rang and steadily rose as Lorelai walked toward the scent that was making love to her nose.

"One coffee, two coffees, keep them coming good sir. Gluttony has no place with neither coffee nor dessert. So, serve it with pie and I'll be your best friend. Just satisfy my taste, and I'll show you I'm genuine."

Luke pulled a mug and poured to the top. Watched with silence as she gulped it like it wasn't scolding hot.

He said nothing as she drank. Filled it again when she was done.

"What's with you, Luke Danes? Cat come and get your tongue?"

He shook his head. No words to aid.

"You want to turn your reticence over there toward the pie plate? I see you're quiet, no clue as to why, but getting my pie may rid you of the shy."

"No pie right now. It's too early for that. Your friendship I have. Don't be an indian giver by taking it back."

An eyeroll followed this, and it was plain to see. "I saw that Burger boy. Now, confide to me. It's too early to be so upset. Why are you in a mood? Talk to me about it. That's, after all, what friends do."

"This day is pissing me off. Everything that I say, something rhymes it seconds later, and that's just not okay. Even as I complain, the cutesy isn't far behind. See that, something's about to rhyme that stupid line. Lorelai, I'm telling you I'm about to go out of my mind. More and more as I talk, it's pouring out like wine."

He growled a manly growl. Nothing would rhyme with that, but Lorelai's light laughter brought his soft side back.

"Luke, you confided to me. Now, let me do the same with you. This happiness, this rhyming is way overdue. I woke with the sounds of poetry in head, still lying in my room, snuggled in bed. Now, that may not seem big, quite small in fact. But it made me smile huge when I let it impact. As you know, I've been boggled with all this stress. It felt so good to get up and make that thing called progress. I know you don't like it. You hate it with passion, but for me, Luke, today, embrace this distraction."

He dropped chin to chest as he looked at the floor. In ten seconds flat, she'd made him regret more...the things he'd said, the way he thought. The rhyming wasn't that bad. He didn't have to be distraught.

He could make it work. He could use it to favor. Instead of Taylor being a bull, he could be a big, fat alligator. Or world's worst dictator, no one bigger, no one greater. And well, why not, he could even make him a traitor. And if he complained, that'd just make it all the better. He'd line up adjectives to describe his stupid sweaters. One shot, two shots, three shots, four. Taylor would fall to the floor unable to take any more. He'd burrow underground or move out of town. Join the traveling circus as their goofiest clown. He'd be surrounded by children who'd pull his beard, kick his shins and call him weird. His cheeks would flush and get all rosy. Oh, the possibilities of what he could do to Taylor Doose!

A smile lighted his face, unbeknownst to him.

"Ya know, a smile and happiness are almost akin. Are you going to accept this, Luke? Just for today?"

"I'll make the sacrifice. I will make this okay."

"Are you doing this for me--putting up with this for a while?"

There was a shrug, then a passive, "Well, the world needs your smile."

Lorelai's lips spread like good gossip would spread. As she looked at Luke, but nothing was said.

Luke smiled back at her, so much running through his head. But he chose to go with a safe topic instead.

"So, where's your good mood leading you? What's your agenda looking like?"

"Nothing specific, just planning to keep up the strike. Bad mood out, good mood here and taking over. Anything that feeds that feeling will be my four-leaf clover."

"Do you think you'll hang around or do you have to go?"

"Why do you ask me that, Luke? Is there something I should know?"

Luke smiled when she leaned in with interest and a grin. She wouldn't want to know exactly what he was thinking right then.

"Nothing really," came his small reply. "True, I asked the question, but no reason as to why. Just wanna know how long I have until you leave again. It's no secret that I enjoy your presence, I won't bother to pretend."

"Putting it like that just opened my schedule up. I like seeing you too. Even without the coffee cup. Hard to believe I know, but truth sometimes rears its little head. And that smile that's on display right now could honestly stir the dead."

Luke looked down with a blush, a blush so deep and raw, it even crept down past his cheeks. Yep, down to his lower jaw.

"Lorelai, we're busy now, I know it's not the time, but upstairs there's something I'd like to share of mine. We can do it later if you want, but I'd like to do it now. It's on my mind like crazy if you'll allow me to avow."

"Ooh, Luke, you have a gift to give?! Especially for me?"

"I didn't say a gift, Lorelai. So, hold off on the glee. I know jumping to conclusions is a specialty you have. But dial it back a little, just to a simple half. Now, are you coming up or what cause I don't have all day."

"Two seconds ago your sweetness was enough to cause a toothache. Now all left is urgency. 'Come on, come on, come on.' I'll admit you have the looks, but you are no Don Juan."

"Well, you can rest assured that I really really don't care. Now please get off the stool so we can head upstairs."

Lorelai followed him up the stairs with obedience and calm. She knew it was the gruff façade that, for the town, he had to put on.

Once they made it the door, and there was no one there to spook, just like with the Sears, inc store, there emerged the softer side of Luke.

The door was closed with a gentle click, his eyes were square on her. He'd brought her up for something...but the reason had begun to blur.

"T-t-there's was something you said that you wanted to share up here."

"I did say that, didn't I?"

"Yes, I heard it very clear."

Footsteps echoed, body neared. Luke now stood close, making space disappear.

Lorelai swallowed and could hear the sound. Bob Dylan prophesized about 'death coming round'. One of many weird thoughts her mind passed inbound.

She heard a loud noise, she knew it wasn't death. Close to it, though, the sound being her heart pounding inside her chest.

Luke smiled.

"Lorelai, I think a lot of you. I want to say some stuff. There's no way to say this and still be big and tough, so I'll say it how it needs to be said--to hell with avoiding fluff. I think you are a gem, Lorelai, a diamond way past its ruff. And if there was a word to describe that, it still wouldn't be enough.

I think you have a heart of gold, and if ever you feel sad, just know that you bring light to lots, especially the man in plaid."

When Luke was done and words were said, Lorelai's eyes began to cloud. She didn't say one thing just then being that she was far past wowed.

"Now, at this point and time, if you think my words amiss, then let me know before I respectfully share with you this kiss."

With that, Luke leaned in and their lips did perfectly connect. An electrical flow passed through them both. It was better than either could expect.

Kisses and hugs were safe areas even told by Silverstein. But far past PG LL's kisses soon did climb.

They started by the entryway, both of them on their feet. It ended in a locale that was made for soundful sleep.

Details beyond this have been temporarily suspended. Because the kiddies are for whom this story has been intended. Just know that when they came downstairs, breakfast had long since ended. And they each felt weak so to speak, but also glad and splendid.

Lorelai's mood, thereafter, stayed very high and bright. It was like this through the day and especially through the night.

The following day would leave buckets of things to do. Stress-overload would send her spinning fast in loopty loops.

But she'd take a second and think of the words that Luke had kindly spoken. And just like that, her spirit would be strong and hardly broken.

And then she'd remember the verses—the ones that came with ease. And helped to make this day so great. A better day, indeed.

-The End-

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