A FEW DAYS LATER
Lorelai sipped at the cup absent-mindedly. She wrinkled her nose, disgusted. She had been drinking coffee for years, and yet never seemed to get it to the perfected state that a certain diner-man had. She shook her head stubbornly. "Will not think of Luke. Will not think of Luke." She muttered to herself, tipping the contents of the mug down the drain. Sighing, she took the pop tarts out of the toaster and sat down at the table. She began picking at them, not really in the mood for breakfast. Then again, she hadn't really been in the mood for anything lately. Rory had left her, gone to Washington. That in itself was bad enough. But Jess was back too. Ugh. Jess. She didn't hate him. She was.scared? No, that wasn't the right word. Vexed? She was vexed; irritated about the effect he was having on her daughter. Worried about Rory's relationship with Dean. She trusted Dean. She didn't trust Jess. And then there was Luke. Maybe he was the most confusing. There had always been an unspoken agreement between them that they would always be there for each other. Always would be friends. And then.then all this happened, and suddenly, it was like 'Whoa. You're mad at me?' And that was it, really. He had never been mad at her before. Never in the years they had known each other. Not properly I-don't-want-to-see-you-at-all mad. She was possibly the most annoying person in his life, but, somehow, things had always been good between them. She had noticed 'It', of course. How could she not? It had been there a long time. Maybe for her as well. He didn't know, she had made sure of that. It wasn't as if she didn't care. Of course she did. He was one of her best friends, maybe potential for even more. But that was what she was scared of, that one word, 'potential', maybe more scared than she had ever been of anything. She knew that of all people, he was the last she should be involved with, knowing that she seemed to have a 'talent' for breaking guys' hearts. But since when did love pay any attention to 'should'? Was it love? She frankly had no clue. But whether or not anything could ever happen, she wanted to be friends. A friend was better than nothing.
Lorelai sipped at the cup absent-mindedly. She wrinkled her nose, disgusted. She had been drinking coffee for years, and yet never seemed to get it to the perfected state that a certain diner-man had. She shook her head stubbornly. "Will not think of Luke. Will not think of Luke." She muttered to herself, tipping the contents of the mug down the drain. Sighing, she took the pop tarts out of the toaster and sat down at the table. She began picking at them, not really in the mood for breakfast. Then again, she hadn't really been in the mood for anything lately. Rory had left her, gone to Washington. That in itself was bad enough. But Jess was back too. Ugh. Jess. She didn't hate him. She was.scared? No, that wasn't the right word. Vexed? She was vexed; irritated about the effect he was having on her daughter. Worried about Rory's relationship with Dean. She trusted Dean. She didn't trust Jess. And then there was Luke. Maybe he was the most confusing. There had always been an unspoken agreement between them that they would always be there for each other. Always would be friends. And then.then all this happened, and suddenly, it was like 'Whoa. You're mad at me?' And that was it, really. He had never been mad at her before. Never in the years they had known each other. Not properly I-don't-want-to-see-you-at-all mad. She was possibly the most annoying person in his life, but, somehow, things had always been good between them. She had noticed 'It', of course. How could she not? It had been there a long time. Maybe for her as well. He didn't know, she had made sure of that. It wasn't as if she didn't care. Of course she did. He was one of her best friends, maybe potential for even more. But that was what she was scared of, that one word, 'potential', maybe more scared than she had ever been of anything. She knew that of all people, he was the last she should be involved with, knowing that she seemed to have a 'talent' for breaking guys' hearts. But since when did love pay any attention to 'should'? Was it love? She frankly had no clue. But whether or not anything could ever happen, she wanted to be friends. A friend was better than nothing.
