Luke came down the stairs, his feet making loud pounding noises before he
even entered. He had a tired look in his eyes as he stared at Lorelai.
Walking over to her, he sighed. Lorelai kept from saying anything, she just
let him stay quiet. She didn't pry, and wanted to give him time to think.
"Hey, can I get my order?" Kirk asked impatiently, shaking his finger at Luke. "I've been waiting!"
"Cram it," Lorelai told him, a menacing look in her eyes. Kirk wussy- ran back to his table, and hid for protection behind Miss Patty. Miss Patty's eyes were firmly fastened on the diner owner, and you could practically see the wheels turning in her head and the antennae sprouting out of her hair.
"Luke?" Lorelai asked. Luke was leaning on the counter with his head in his hands, baseball cap shading his face. His shoulders were hunched over, and his flannel shirt looking weary and entirely pathetic.
He sat up, rubbing his hands over his face, clearing the sleep from his eyes. "Okay, you don't have to stay anymore," he said to Lorelai. "I'm fine."
Lorelai gave him a small, kind smile, placing her hand gently on top of his comfortingly. And she asked him, "But what if I want to?"
Lorelai entered the house, stripping off her jacket and yelling to Rory. "Get your butt out here my only child!"
"What, Mom?" Rory asked, emerging from the kitchen, coffee and novel in hand.
"I just came from Luke's."
"Yes, I gathered that, as you left a while ago telling me that you were going to Luke's."
"Amusing, Mini-me. You are quite the comedian." Rory shrugged modestly, sitting down on the couch. Frowning, she put her hand in between the cushions and pulling the missing phone out from under her.
Lorelai began relaying the events of the previous night as she knew them, her voice moving at super-sonic coffee enhanced speed. Yet her daughter could understand them. Rory listened attentively, uttering "Wows" and "Whys" at the appropriate intervals. The story seemed unbelievable, unfathomable. It didn't sound like Jess at all.
The story ended, Lorelai went up to her room to change into something a little less comfortable then what she called her "slacker" clothes.
The younger Gilmore entered her room and sat down on her unmade bed, a million thoughts running full speed through her mind. Fingering the comforter, she bit her lip nervously.
She couldn't believe that this was Jess. Sure, he'd been rude and inconsiderate at times. Rory knew it was just an act, that he wasn't a cynical jerk. He'd been acting like an asshole the last week, sure. But he had a sweet side, a funny, kind side. She didn't know what had happened to him, what Grant had done to him. He wasn't Jess anymore.
She decided what she would have to do.
"Hey, can I get my order?" Kirk asked impatiently, shaking his finger at Luke. "I've been waiting!"
"Cram it," Lorelai told him, a menacing look in her eyes. Kirk wussy- ran back to his table, and hid for protection behind Miss Patty. Miss Patty's eyes were firmly fastened on the diner owner, and you could practically see the wheels turning in her head and the antennae sprouting out of her hair.
"Luke?" Lorelai asked. Luke was leaning on the counter with his head in his hands, baseball cap shading his face. His shoulders were hunched over, and his flannel shirt looking weary and entirely pathetic.
He sat up, rubbing his hands over his face, clearing the sleep from his eyes. "Okay, you don't have to stay anymore," he said to Lorelai. "I'm fine."
Lorelai gave him a small, kind smile, placing her hand gently on top of his comfortingly. And she asked him, "But what if I want to?"
Lorelai entered the house, stripping off her jacket and yelling to Rory. "Get your butt out here my only child!"
"What, Mom?" Rory asked, emerging from the kitchen, coffee and novel in hand.
"I just came from Luke's."
"Yes, I gathered that, as you left a while ago telling me that you were going to Luke's."
"Amusing, Mini-me. You are quite the comedian." Rory shrugged modestly, sitting down on the couch. Frowning, she put her hand in between the cushions and pulling the missing phone out from under her.
Lorelai began relaying the events of the previous night as she knew them, her voice moving at super-sonic coffee enhanced speed. Yet her daughter could understand them. Rory listened attentively, uttering "Wows" and "Whys" at the appropriate intervals. The story seemed unbelievable, unfathomable. It didn't sound like Jess at all.
The story ended, Lorelai went up to her room to change into something a little less comfortable then what she called her "slacker" clothes.
The younger Gilmore entered her room and sat down on her unmade bed, a million thoughts running full speed through her mind. Fingering the comforter, she bit her lip nervously.
She couldn't believe that this was Jess. Sure, he'd been rude and inconsiderate at times. Rory knew it was just an act, that he wasn't a cynical jerk. He'd been acting like an asshole the last week, sure. But he had a sweet side, a funny, kind side. She didn't know what had happened to him, what Grant had done to him. He wasn't Jess anymore.
She decided what she would have to do.