Arg. I just finished up with all of my comments, then, BAM! My compter gets a little glitch and deletes the whole thing! STUPID COMPUTER! I hate having to redo everything. I was just about to put the last line in, then BAM! Back to the Documents page...arg. I knew I should have saved it. But oh no, it'll just take me a second, then I'm off to the stories page. Arg.
BloodyMary2: I do agree with you and Muffin that Lorelai was not emotionally ready for the relationship by now, which is one of my reasons for not wanting to write one of the 'woulda, coulda, shoulda' fics. But I really just needed to do something that was pruely for fun for once. I haven't done one of those fics in a long time. Granted, it is me, so I'll probably have some drama comming up, but at least a got a little fluff out of my system, right? lol.
And thanks for the catch on Stella's name. I really didn't remember, and I just came up with the whole 'Rocky' and 'Streetcar...' thing and decided to go with it instead of taking the time to look it up. My compter isn't exactly my friend most days. So, blame it on laziness, I guess. It's another one of my more darling personality quirks. lol. Thanks for the review.
FanofLOST: First of all, LOST is a completely awesome show! Me and my friend would sit and talk about it Thursdays during math (doesn't make me sound so good, huh?). And Love Actually? Only a Christmas Staple in my house. It's right before 'A Christmas Story' in my Christmas Eve line-up! How could I not find a way to quote it in one of my stories?
Anways, back to what I'm supposed to be saying now...thanks for your comment about Luke's character. He's a hard one to translate into fiction, because he is more about reacting then expressing (verbally epsically). Most of his dialouge is internal, which, unless you focus on him souly, can get a little complicated next to a character like Lorelai (espically how I like to write her). Thanks for the review.
Epona9009: I can't believe I missed you! I'm so sorry! Well, thanks for both reviews I guess...lol. Glad your liking the characters, again it's something that I fret about every time I post a new fic or even a new chapter. These characters are really hard to translate successfully into fanfiction, unlike FRIENDS characters who really just play one role. (Not to diss FRIENDS, cause it's probably one of my all-time favorite TV shows, but I hope you get what I'm saying). Thanks for the reivew(s).
Muffin is Injured: Muffin, Muffin, Muffin. The infamous ranter of the Gilmore Girls section strikes again! lol. I'm way too easily amused. And voila? It's really voila? Wow. Never knew that. The French are wierd...and I just insulted an entire country. Go me. lol. Thanks for the reivew.
Another round of thanks go out to: Sue the Lunatic, J, Lljunkie, Sammi, Jinna, Bloomin Daisy, Rusty Bedsprings, LucyKevinfan, Suzanne, Biscuit, Chelle, LukeNlorelaifan, Beautiful Butterfly, Allison, and Sar. Again if I forgot you (Sorry again Epona!) or I just mis-spelled your name (something ProFfesSeR knows quite well), I'm really sorry.
Alright, managed to make it through that part without my computer acting up! Whoo! Score.
Lorelai and Rory stood nose to nose on their front porch step, reviewing the game plan for the evening. Or rather, Rory reminding her mother of all the things Lorelai was supposed to accomplish that evening.
"So just remember to feed Stella," Rory repeated, "And just a little bit, cause I fed her earlier. We do not need a hyperactive chick on our hands."
"Rory, go to Babette's! I promise I will not kill your bird! It's just one night, how much damage can I do?" Rory gave her mother a look. "Alright, so I can do some pretty damn good damage, but I promise, that bird will be just fine and dandy when you see her tomorrow morning. Who knows? Maybe I'll teach it to sing and dance for you kind of dandy. You can run in and scream 'Stella!' at the top of your lungs, and dammit that bird will be there to chirp at you, followed by me screaming 'shut up it's Saturday!'."
"I just need to make sure,"
"Your bird's gonna be fine, now go and sit that house!" Lorelai gave Rory a little shove in the right direction. They'd been standing there a good fifteen twenty minutes discussing that stupid bird. She was really starting to hate that bird.
"And don't let her out of her cage!" Rory shouted as she stumbled down the steps backwards in the general direction of Babette and Morey's.
"Go!" Lorelai waved her arms, "You're gonna be late! Hell, you already are fashionably late, but pretty soon your gonna be, well un-fashionably late!"
Rory gave her mother once last unsure look before whipping around and running down the driveway toward Babette and Morey's. "See ya, mom!"
"Just remember the WWMD opposite rule!"
Rory just shot her arm up into the air, giving her mother a thumbs up, which in the Gilmore household was a silent 'I heard you and shall forever abide by such'. It was almost as good as signing your name in blood, but seeing as how they were the epitome of girly girls (minus the boyband music tastes), blood pacts just seemed a little too tough.
Lorelai just chuckled to herself, and walked back inside her house, trusting that the screen door would shut behind her. She had a lot to do, and not a whole lot of time to do it in. Task number one: Finding some sort of vegetable to feed Luke. While the presence of vegetables in the Gilmore household was few and far between on normal days, on movie nights they were considered a carnal sin punishable by watching Roseanne sing the national anthem (which was something Lorelai had the forethought to tape the second she heard about it), and/or a Nicholas Cage movie marathon.
Things of that nature were taken very seriously in the Gilmore household. A repeat offender might just have to face the Paris Hilton movie (and not her foray into the Adult Film Industry) marathon.
But she'd have to break the code. She'd just try not to look directly at the vegetables. And Rory probably assumed that Luke would not stand for her consuming massive amounts of junk food, let alone himself, so the presence of said food group should not be too much of a surprise. At least not a punishable one.
Lorelai walked into the kitchen, where Stella bounced and chirped happily in her cage. Lorelai just let out a small grin, "You and me, both, Stella," she murmured to the bird as the past by in her fruitless search for anything remotely related to fruits or vegetables. She was starting to wonder if Luke would eat fruit snacks. They had an abundance of those lying around. Somewhere.
"My, my, Luke, closing up early today, aren't we?" Miss Patty noted with a large grin plastered on her face, "Got any big plans tonight?"
Luke rolled his eyes and continued his nightly cleaning-up ritual, "Not really," he lied angrily. If there ever really was a benefit to being known as being the town grump, it was this. When he had to lie, he just had to sound grumpy and people would buy whatever it was he had to say.
"Well, first you opened up late this morning,"
Luke cut her off before she could finish, "To start the process of re-painting the diner. Didn't feel the need to have everyone around to watch me pick out paint samples. But hey, this is a strange town, perhaps you guys like watching people look at paint samples and drink beer. Hell, people watch other people play poker on TV, right?"
Miss Patty just gave him her infamous little grin, "And now your closing up early," she continued on like he hadn't said a word. "Oh, and I did notice that you cooked up a little extra food and are now hiding it behind the counter," she nudged her head towards where he had stashed the food earlier.
"So? I bring food to people a lot when I come over," he tried to sound nonchalant about the whole thing, "Everybody knows that."
"I'm just finding this little train of events quite interesting, that's all," she sang out her words.
Luke gave her a look, "It's nothing, Patty. I do, contrary to popular belief, have a life."
Patty shook her head, "Oh, no, dear! I never meant to imply that!"
"Just finish up your coffee, okay?" He mumbled out, glancing up at the clock. He was probably going to be a little late. And he couldn't call Lorelai, not while Miss Patty was sitting right across from him, staring at his every movement. And after he acted so 'no big deal' about his plans, calling the person to tell them he was going to be late sounded like he cared about his plans.
And that would invite questions. Which is exactly what he'd be trying to avoid the second Miss Patty walked into his diner and that little 'Danger Will Robinson' voice started acting up in his head.
He started tapping his hands nervously on the counter. Just watching as Miss Patty took her time with her coffee, drinking it at an almost inhumanly slow pace. No doubt she was waiting for him to crack, giving her the next big scoop.
"Something the matter, dear?" Patty asked innocently, "You need to be somewhere?"
Luke shrugged, "Not really, no," he mumbled out, still trying to remain grumpy-sounding. It wasn't hard. Hell, it wasn't even acting that time around.
"Because I can take this to-go if you really have somewhere you need to be. Perhaps to meet a date. You never should keep dates waiting, y'know. Bad manners."
Luke just gave her his best 'I'm clueless as to what you are talking about' face, "Nope. No date."
"Oh," Patty sounded slightly disappointed, "Are you sure?"
"I think I would know if I was about to go on a date, Patty."
She gave him another look, then finished up the rest of her coffee quickly, "Well then, I'll leave you to whatever your plans are," she said dejectedly. Apparently she was hoping for a bigger scoop then what she got. Then just slid off her stool and walked out the door, leaving Luke to finish up the last little bits of cleaning up he had to do.
As he lifted up the stool that Patty had been sitting on, he got another look at the clock: 7:00. He was supposed to be there now. Lorelai would wonder what took him. Either that, or be glad that he was late giving her time to actually finish getting ready. No doubt she was scrambling around her house right now, putting on the finishing touches.
Finishing touches. For him. That was a nice thought.
He felt a goofy grin take over his features. The same one that he'd been wearing all that morning, and fighting desperately not to wear all afternoon. He hadn't felt like this in ages.
Taking in another deep breath, to steady himself, and resisting the urge to pinch his forearm (he would not succumb to that cliché), he grabbed the bag of freshly made food, his car keys, and finally walked out and locked the diner.
He was about to go on a date with Lorelai Gilmore. The Lorelai Gilmore. Not to be confused with the other Lorelai Gilmore.
He took another deep breath, and started for her house.
Lorelai ran through her house, trying to find that perfect median of clean where it looked like she cleaned up a little but nowhere near that frantic cleaning that occurred when you were about to have someone over that meant a lot to you. She'd already changed her shirt five times, just trying to look casual but not too casual. And the pillows. They couldn't look like they were set in their places on purpose, but rather just tossed on to the couch at leisure. Y'know. Whatever.
She wasn't nervous. Luke didn't make her nervous. No. He was Luke. He'd been over a hundred times before. Seen the house in all states of cleanliness. And she didn't care then. Why was it bothering her so much now?
It was just a kiss. It wasn't like he'd proposed or something. They were just trying this out. Seeing how things went. It was casual. They were casual.
She shouldn't be putting this much thought into her pillow placement!
Lorelai threw down the pillow angrily onto the couch, and then stormed back off into the kitchen to finish brining in the assortment of foods she had assembled.
All in all, she was pretty proud of the healthy food selection she had managed to find. They actually owned a bag of salad, god knows when that got there and why, it was probably some prank Sookie had played on her and Rory, and they just never noticed.
But, no matter how it got there, at least now it was finally getting some use. She even found a thing of salad dressing, which must have been either part of the prank or just some impulse buy that she'd never found a use for, and decided that salad in a bag sounded actually pretty good. Even if Luke didn't want any.
Then she managed to find some celery, which would go great with the peanut butter, which was already apart of the movie night line-up. Then came the regulars: ice cream, chocolate, licorice, popcorn, M & M's, Dum Dums, and other assorted candies. She opted out of Al's because Luke was already bringing food, but other than that (and of course her movie watching companion), it was just another movie night at the Gilmore's.
Well, movie watching and listening to the smooth background track of Stella chirping like she'd never chirped before. Seriously, it was just like that chick had just learned to chirp she was chirping so much. And, of course, she waited until after Rory left to begin the chirping assault on Lorelai's eardrums.
It was like the chick was mocking her inability to commit to a shirt or a pillow placement!
Lorelai shot the chick an annoyed look, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just keep right on chirpin', " she mumbled as she took the last tray of food out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Doesn't bother me one little bit."
She set the tray down angrily, causing some of the salad to pop out of the bag in the process. "Damn bird," she mumbled under her breath as she bent over to pick up the pieces of lettuce that had found their freedom on Lorelai's newly vacuumed carpet.
"Alright, he'll be here any minute now, any minute," she tried to calm herself as she hustled back into the kitchen to throw away the pieces of offending lettuce.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, resulting in Lorelai jumping and accidentally throwing the lettuce up in the air. And, seeing as how her catching ability was practically non-existent, it landed so nicely on her kitchen floor just inches away from her trash bin.
"Dammit," she mummered under her breath, as she bent back down and picked up the piece of lettuce (ignoring Stella's catcalls at her), and ran to the door, nearly taking out her table and her brilliant pillow placement in the process.
Once she got to the door, she placed one hand on the knob and another on the actual door to steady herself. She took a deep breath as she opened the door, "Hey," she practically whispered out.
Luke smiled back at her, "Hey yourself," he leaned down and met her lips in another fireworks inspiring kiss.
"You're really good at that," Lorelai mused when they finally broke apart. "I mean, really good at that. Can I just have a relationship with your lips?"
Luke gave her a look, "Thanks," he said dryly.
"You know what I meant."
He nodded, "I know."
"Good. Cause it was a compliment if you looked at it the right way."
"So, are you gonna keep me out here like this all night, because if you are I'd really like a blanket," he deadpanned.
"Oh!" Lorelai exclaimed, jumping out of the doorframe, "Come in! Come in!"
Luke stepped inside, "So, where do you want me to put this?" He held up his bag of food, "I assume you already have a set up, wouldn't want to ruin that."
Lorelai rolled her eyes, "Just grab some plates from the kitchen and set them where you find space. Preferably in the middle. We both need to reach the burgers. If you will note, however, the majority of the healthy food selection is moved to one side."
"You picked out a side for me?"
"Well that's usually Rory's side, and it just feels weird to sit on that side and watch a movie. So, tonight, it is your side."
"And what happens if Rory happens to be here watching a movie with us, later?" Luke teased, "Do I just hover over you two."
"Duh," Lorelai sat down on her side of the couch, making herself comfortable.
"And how do you expect me to hover?" Luke asked as he walked into the kitchen to get the plates.
"By using your Star Trek skills, silly," Lorelai yelled back at him from her position on the couch.
Luke came out of the kitchen, carrying two plates of burgers and fries, "Hey, who in their right mind gave you two a bird?"
Lorelai rolled her eyes, "It's for Rory's school project, and I don't appreciate that tone, mister."
Luke set down the plates in the middle of the spread (where Lorelai had conveniently left a rather large space and a little post-it note that she had drawn a target on. "Subtle," he deadpanned, "And what tone?"
"The tone that implies that me and Rory are completely incapable of taking care of another living thing."
"But you can't," Luke reminded her.
"So not the point."
Luke shook his head, as he just plopped down onto the couch next to Lorelai, "So, what are we watching tonight?"
"I was thinking, that in honor of our secret dating escapades, we should watch a little of Friends, season five. But in order to do this, you must be sworn to secrecy."
"What now?"
"Me and Rory don't want it getting out that we're Friends fans. It'll totally ruin our image. Plus, between you and me, Rory's not ready to come out of the closet yet."
Luke rolled his eyes, "I promise I will not speak a word about you two liking Friends."
"Oh, ho, ho, my friend. You can't even mention that Friends has ever existed in our presence! No references, no 'whatda mean Chandler's a real name', nothing! If such an event transpires, we will have no choice but to ignore you and pretend like we never met you."
"It's kinda hard not to know the guy who's lips you secretly date."
Lorelai took a deep breath, "I'll have to be strong. For Rory."
Luke shook his head, "All right, all right, I'll just have to resist the urge to randomly come up to one of you two and quote this show sometime. But let me tell you, it's no picnic."
"Thank-you, it's all we ask," Lorelai said dramatically, "Well I guess all we need now is to seal the deal? Any suggestions?"
Luke cracked another smile, "I got a few," he said as they both leaned in closer together and met in another passionate 'beginning of a relationship' kiss.
After a few moments, they broke apart (but didn't move apart, that's an entirely different matter), and Luke made out breathlessly, "You think that was enough to seal it?"
Lorelai shook her head, "Nope," she put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss.
I know, kinda a wierd point to end it at, but I just didn't want to keep going on and on with the movie night. Then this chapter would be like fifteen billion pages (wow...the valley girl inside of me is starting to come out...dear god save me...or rather gag with me a spoon!) (lol).
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