A/N: So I am seeing that several people are reading the story but I am not getting very many reviews. I enjoy writing for fun, but I would like some feedback from you guys. Tell me what you think, give me suggestions. I would like to hear what ya'll would like to see happen. I have a plan, but who knows. If someone had a good idea, I might add it in.
Lorelai returned home completely humiliated and still very much surprised at her encounter with Luke. She knew she risked seeing him by going to Doose's, but it was pretty late for Luke to still be up, let alone going to the store. She had been sure she was in the clear.
Collapsing on the couch she picked up her phone and dialed Rory's number.
"Hey mom, what's up?" Came her daughter's voice through the speaker.
"I have never been so embarrassed in my life." She moaned into the phone.
"Why? What did you do?"
"I threw up all over Luke."
"Wait, you what? You saw Luke? And you threw up on him? Why did you throw up? What's wrong? What were you doing with Luke?" Rory interrogated her mother.
"I have food poisoning and it sucks." Lorelai said, moaning more for dramatic effect.
"Ah, Mystery Bag Monday." Rory concluded. "What were the contents?"
"Sushi." Lorelai replied meekly.
"What?" Rory gasped. "And you were dumb enough to actually eat it? Well in that case, I do not feel sorry for you at all."
"Evil child!" Lorelai cried out before holding her stomach and whimpering as it churned nastily.
"So what happened with Luke?" Rory pried.
Lorelai sighed. "I was leaving Doose's after I bought some ginger ale and stomach medicine and I bumped into him. When I realized who I had bumped into, I got so nervous and my stomach was hurting so bad that I just threw up all over the place, on me, on his shoes, on the ground. It was so embarrassing."
"Yuck! Was he completely grossed out?"
"No. He was more shocked than anything. He held my hair and rubbed my back until I was done."
"Aw, he's so sweet." Rory cooed. "So, did you guys talk?"
"Did you not hear the part about me throwing up all over him? Do you think I was going to stick around for a little pow-wow after that? No. He lectured me about eating at Al's, about how I should go to the doctor, and then about the brand of stomach medicine I bought…"
"You bought the off brand, didn't you?" Rory interrupted.
"I swear! Are you two forming some kind of alliance or something? You guys shouldn't be teaming up against me, I'm sick." Lorelai argued.
"Sorry, I'm with Luke on this one. So what else?"
"Nothing. We stood there awkwardly and then I said I had to go and took off." Lorelai played with the hem of her blanket as she spoke.
"Well, you were bound to run into him eventually. Hopefully next time you won't cover him in vomit. So, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine… I'm gonna go, kid. I'm about to pull another exorcist." Lorelai said, clutching her stomach.
"Gross! Feel better, mom. I love you."
"Uh huh, you too." Lorelai mumbled and then dropped the phone on the floor as she ran to the bathroom just in time to empty the contents of her stomach. When she finished she laid her head on the cool tile of the bathroom floor and moaned, "I'm never eating Al's again."
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The next morning Lorelai awoke still curled up next to the toilet. Her neck was stiff and her back ached. She felt horrible. She used the toilet seat to pull herself up and limped to her phone. She dialed the Inn's number and after a few rings, someone finally answered.
"Dragonfly Inn, this is Michel speaking, how may I help you?" Said the Frenchman's bored, thick and heavy accent.
"Michel, it's me. Look, I'm going to need you to cover for me today, I've got food poisoning." She managed to say as a wave of nausea overcame her.
"You never do listen to me when I tell you that greasy diner food you always eat is full of pesticides and E-Coli." Michel snarled.
"Michel." The agitation was evident in her voice.
"Fine, I'll cover for you, but I demand a raise!" Michel spat.
"Uh huh, whatever. Bye."
Lorelai hung up the phone and crawled to her bed. The softness of her mattress and the cool feeling of her sheets instantly made her feel better. She buried herself beneath the covers and fell asleep.
Two hours later she was awoken by a crash coming from downstairs. Rubbing her eyes, she got out of bed and stumbled down the stairs and to the source of the commotion.
"Ouch!" She heard someone scream from the kitchen.
"Sookie?" Lorelai called out. She turned into the kitchen and saw her friend clutching her hand close to her. "What are you doing here? What happened?"
"Well I heard you were sick, so I made you some soup and I was just heating it up but I accidentally laid my hand on the burner and, well," Sookie held up her blistering palm to Lorelai.
"Oh, Sookie." Lorelai grabbed a hand towel off the counter and wrapped it around some ice and then grabbed some burn cream from her cabinet and handing it all to Sookie.
"Thanks." Sookie said, clutching the cool towel in her hand. "What's wrong with you?"
"I just ate something bad, don't worry about it." Lorelai waved it off, not wanting to hear anymore lectures on her poor choice of diet. "You didn't have to make me soup, you have work at the Inn."
"The staff can handle it. They've made that dish a thousand times. Sit down and eat." Sookie demanded as she placed a bowl of chicken and vegetable soup in front of Lorelai.
As soon as the aroma of the steamy broth hit Lorelai's nostrils she all but sprinted to the bathroom, knocking over the chair she had been sitting in along the way, and once again threw up.
"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I was hoping it would help. You need to eat something. Maybe some crackers will help settle your stomach." Sookie purred as she rubbed her sick friends back.
"I think a glass of ginger ale will do. It's in my fridge." Lorelai told her.
She got up and walked back into the kitchen, plopping down in the chair.
"Here you go." Sookie said, handing her a nice, cold glass of ginger ale.
"Thanks." She took a sip and sat it down.
"You know, Luke's pretty worried about you." Sookie said, taking a seat in front of Lorelai.
"What? You talked to Luke? When did you talk to Luke?" Lorelai questioned.
"I ran into him this morning. He told me what happened last night and asked me if you were ok. I told him I wasn't sure because I didn't know you were sick and he made me promise that I would check up on you." Sookie said, peering at Lorelai with eyes full of hope. "He really does care about you, ya know."
"Sookie, stop. It's over between me and Luke, ok? There's too much damage done." She said, taking another sip of her ginger ale.
"It's just a shame. You two were so perfect together." Sookie sighed, shaking her head as she got up. "Well honey, I need to get back to the Inn so I can start preparing dinner. There's plenty of soup in the fridge. I'm going to call you later to make sure you're ok. Please try and eat something." She pleaded and hugged Lorelai.
"I'll try. Make sure Michel doesn't burn the place down." Lorelai called after her friend. She sighed and got up, walking back up to her room and crashing on her bed.