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Chapter 4: The glowing of the Lorelai
The next morning Lorelai finally woke up around eleven. The evening before she had celebrated alone on the beach with U2 and the champagne she had found in the fridge.
While she was standing up now the songs from the evening before were still playing in her head, which pounded painfully along with the beat, because she had a terrible headache.
"Gah, stupid champagne", she groaned and massaged her temples with her index fingers, although she knew it wouldn't help.
She decided to leave the shutters closed, she felt her way in the dark along the drawer into the huge bathroom with the white tiles.
With still half closed eyes she tried to turn the water on and regulate the temperature by pushing several of the buttons of the hyper-modern shower.
It took a while until her undertaking was successful and she could let her bathrobe glide to the floor and jump into the shower.
Or better said crawl, Lorelai thought, bent her head back and let the water stream over her face.
"Mom, it's extremely small here. Have you seen my room? I told you that this is a stupid idea!" Kayla grouched and plopped down on the couch in the living room.
"And that is the most uncomfortable couch I've ever sat on!" she said then and rolled her eyes.
"Oh Kayla, come on. Stop it! Since we were at the airport you make everything bad. We are here to start over in a new surrounding, even if it is just for a week. Sam will do his best and I expect from you that you are doing that as well!" Linda replied irascibly.
"Well, I don't wanna do my best. Why should I? Sam's an idiot!" Kayla didn't give in.
"Because I'm in love with him, Kayla, that's why. I love you both and I want you to get along and maybe we can be a family one day", Linda frayed.
"And what's with dad? You should be in love with dad! We should be a family", Kayla yelled at her mother.
"You don't even know your father!" Linda yelled back.
"That doesn't matter" Kayla screamed, rushed into Rory's room and slammed the door shut behind her. Linda starred after her daughter and thought about following her but then decided against it. With a sigh she let herself fall onto the couch and flinched immediately.
"This thing is really uncomfortable", she muttered and squished around a bit in search for a comfortable sitting position.
Lorelai wandered through the house with a muffin in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. She had been overwhelmed by the first impression the house had made the day before, so that she had celebrated instead of taking a closer look at the house.
But even now still half asleep and with a headache it was still impressing, although in a different way than her parent's house, which had always been too antique and dark for her taste. This one was bright and friendly although the furniture was just as exquisite.
Lorelai had to smile when she could hear a Luke rant about houses like this in her head and she didn't realize that she walked around with that smile on her face for quite a while. She walked through the rooms and imagined what Luke would say, if the room would be too bright, too warm, too blue or to girly for him. until she remembered Nicole and her smile vanished because of the pain that suddenly spread in her heart. She sighed deeply, shook her head in incomprehension about herself and took one of the picture frames which were standing on the mantel that showed the owner of the house and her daughter.
That the owner of the house was a single mother with her daughter Lorelai knew from the email she had received, when they had talked about the details of the houses and the hiding places for the keys.
Lorelai liked her immediately, as far as you can like somebody because of a single picture. It reminded her of the photos of Rory and herself, although these two women were blonde and had a nice tan.
She held the muffin still between her teeth and placed the frame back on the mantle, adjusted it, so that it stood exactly as before.
After she had inspected the gym in the basement, where she had nearly strangled herself with one of the arm trainers and had barely survived an attack of the evil barbell, she decided to put her plan from last night into motion and go swimming. In a sudden attack of soberness, she had decided that going skinny dipping while you are drunk isn't the best idea.
Lorelai grabbed two towels, her bikini she already wore under her skirt and tank-top, took something to drink also with her and walked to her private beach. She was grateful that although she had a headache she had still thought of the sun lotion after the shower and didn't have to think of that now.
With an exhausted sigh Luke lifted himself off the bed. Because of the annoying noise from outside he hadn't really slept the night before, but had been to exhausted to walk over to his neighbour and tell her to shut up, also because he had doubted that she would have understood him with the gage the alcohol must had reached then.
So he forced himself to get up after three hours of sleep at half past eleven to eat something, because the grumbling of his stomach had woken him up.
He padded into the kitchen, searched through the cupboards for something eatable which
wouldn't kill him before his next birthday. More than once he made a face in disgust when he found more junk food. This Sam was a classical bachelor.
You too he said to himself and laughed a moment later.
Now you're forgetting yourself that you're married he shook his head about himself, grabbed eggs, butter and milk and made himself some scrambled eggs.
He ate without much appetite although he wasn't hungry he picked at the eggs with his fork while he stared off into space.
The talk with Lorelai went through his head for the millionth time and now he had to admit that she wasn't that wrong. Why hadn't he told her that he had moved in with Nicole? Why didn't he want Lorelai to know he had moved? Why hadn't he averted that such a huge fight had developed? He should have just waited until she came back to the diner and everything would have gone back to normal. Why had he stormed over to her house and yelled at her? Several answers came to his mind immediately but none of them were accruable with the fact that he was married.
He let the eggs be and jumped into the shower. It went really fast because he had no idea how to regulate that high-tech thing and he was relieved when at least some drops fell down.
Unnerved and grumbling he went back to bed just in his boxer-shorts after the cold shower to catch up on the sleep which he had missed because of the drive and his drunken neighbour.
Snorting and laughing Lorelai stepped out of the water and wringed out her hair. The water was colder than she had thought, but when a wave had swept away the ground under her feet she had had no chance and had fallen into the cold water before she had even the time to think about it.
Coughing and cursing she had come up for air, had spit out the saltwater and had wiped away the sand and mud from her face.
If I had been eaten by a giant jellyfish or Moby Dick had swallowed me like Pinocchio then nobody would have saved me had come to her mind and she had started to pout, her lower lip as much out as it would go without that she had realized that nobody could see her.
She had taken the big pink ring then and had splashed with it like a child. Nobody could see her, not that that would have disturbed Lorelai Gilmore.
But now she was exhausted, tired and cold. She ran the short distance over the sand to her towels and let herself fall down on it. Her teeth rattled and within seconds the towel was soaked.
You just had to have a bra with padding, because then your boobs look bigger. As if somebody in Stars Hollow would notice Lorelai scolded herself on the inside, because the padding in her bikini bra was soaked with water.
On the other hand… no-one can see me a thought came to her mind and she stood up, took off her bikini, took the other towel out of the bag and lay down on it, naked as she was.
"Oh boy, this is even smaller than I thought it would be", Sam muttered after he had mounted the stairs to Luke's apartment and let his baggage crash down on the floor.
At first he had to listen to outrageous stories about the diner owner by a crazy taxi driver, who came from this town, how Luke had saved his life by finding eggs and then he got yelled at by an old lunatic in a grey cardigan, because he had spit his chewing gum on the ground.
What one does for love, he thought and unlocked the door on which "office" stood.
The dream in brown which came to his eyes let him take another deep breath and he promised to himself that he would do everything humanly possible to get Kayla on his side, so that he could move in with them at their exchange house.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Lorelai yelled when she woke up four hours later. She was still lying on the beach, she was still naked, the suncream hadn't applied itself to her skin after the bath, because it wasn't waterproof. What Lorelai was now was one thing: Red like a crab.
Her complete back, her arms and the right side of her face were shining as bright as the sun, only in red.
As fast as she could she ran back to the house, naked as she was, to try to limit the damage.
She showered with ice-cold water to cool her skin, applied all après-sun lotions she could find and applied a mask on the right side of her face.
But the more time went by the more her skin began to span and to burn and the bigger the longing got to rip all clothes off her body, even if it weren't that many.
She couldn't sit anymore after a while, because she had burned her butt as well and only the thought of moving her arms brought tears to her eyes.
Three hours Lorelai suffered in silence until she decided that something had to happen. Burn ointment and an injection against the pain sounded heavenly, but she was aware of the fact that she wasn't able to drive like that. But she couldn't remain like that either.
"Au, awww, auuuu", she yammered while she slowly got up from her face-down position on the couch and then walked, with her legs apart like a rapper, to the door.
With the ice packs still attached to her feet, because the soles of her feet hadn't escaped the sun either, she waddled next door and rang the bell again and again. She was in pain, she was red and she was Lorelai Gilmore and whoever lived here should open the door immediately!
"What the hell….", she heard cursing from inside and was relieved that at least somebody was home. To walk to the next house would possible have killed her.
Luke nearly fell off the bed when the doorbell suddenly rang shrill through the house in his dream.
He needed a few seconds to understand that the ringing was reality and not in his dream bed with his dream Lorelai. and cursing and muttering he got out of bed and walked to the door.
Of course his swearing lasted until he reached the door, which he teared open, but then it caught in his throat.
For in front of him stood Lorelai in a mini-skirt, bra, with ice-packs on her feet and half-sided grilled.
TBC
