ELEVEN: KISSY KISSY, FISHY FISHY
"I think it's sweet," said Rory, the next morning as they began their daily walk through Stars Hollow. "Luke's going to be my new daddy. Heh."
"It's weird, isn't it?" Lorelai added, "One minute he's like 'Death Becomes You', and the next minute he's all kissy-kissy. I can't figure it out."
"Did you like kissy-kissy?"
"I liked kissy-kissy."
"So it was a good kissy-kissy."
"We have to stop talking like this," said Lorelai. "People will think we got hit by a bong again."
"A common misconception about us," said Rory. "So how was it? What did you guys do after that? The PG-13 version, bear in mind."
"Nothing," said Lorelai. "He kissed me, I kissed him back. I said something stupid like 'oh, look, the moon is full', and he said 'yes, it is', and I said 'the moon is full only once a month'. That was the high point of our conversation. After that he said goodnight and he went home."
"Just like that?"
"He's a very complicated man."
"So, we are walking to Luke's, right?" Rory asked, "Because I don't want to be surprised by a sudden detour to Al's Pancake World."
"I don't know. Should we?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. Hence my asking you. You really have to learn to listen."
"Okay. Fine. What do you think you should do?"
"I don't know. Oh, I feel like I'm on Jeopardy," said Lorelai. "I don't want to avoid him. But if I step in there, what am I supposed to do? Do I say hi? Do I say 'Hey, great kiss last night. How are your lips?' ? Do I kiss him again? What?"
"You go in and you ask for coffee like you always do," said Rory, "I will follow suit. And whatever Luke does we'll take it from there."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I am, after all, the voice of wisdom."
"Yeah, I wanted that put down on your birth certificate, but the nurse wouldn't let me," Lorelai quipped. "So… Luke's?"
"For the sixth thousand time, yes," Rory sighed, "Confrontation is half the battle."
"I think Mariah Carey said that," said Lorelai, "Of course, I think it was before she went crazy."
"You're not that far off yourself."
"Hey…"
*
Lorelai pushed open the door to the diner cautiously, looking around for Luke before she stepped inside. Rory waited impatiently behind her.
"Can we get inside sometime this millennium?" Rory called from behind.
Lorelai begrudgingly walked inside, and Rory brushed past her and sat down at a nearby empty table. Lorelai looked around, but couldn't find look anywhere.
"He's not here," she said. "Where is he?"
"Maybe he's in the storage room," said Rory, "Or upstairs, or something."
"What does this mean?"
"What does what mean?"
"He's avoiding me."
"Mom, don't be ridiculous."
"Oh, come on," said Lorelai, "He's here every single day, and coincidentally, he disappears on the day which just happens to be the day after the night he kissed me. Ooh, I bet he's gone fishing again."
"Mom, Luke does not go fishing every time he doesn't want to talk to you."
"Really? Well, clearly you did not know about the summer of '96, when an unfortunate disagreement was sparked over Bruce Springsteen's musical genius. He caught sixty-two pounds of fish. Oh, yeah he's gone fishing. I smell something fishy here."
"Look, he's right there," said Rory, pointing behind Lorelai. "He just came out from the storage room."
"Oh," said Lorelai, calming down. "Maybe I should go talk to him."
"Talk away," said Rory.
"You're supporting me, right?"
"One hundred percent. I have pom-poms and sparkles in my heart."
"'Kay," Lorelai said, as she got up, and walked to the counter.
Luke looked up at her, and gave her a half-nod, half-smile reaction. He seemed to be in an as awkward position as her, and didn't really know what to say.
"Hey," said Lorelai, breaking the silence first.
"Hi."
"So…"
"So."
"So."
Another long, uncomfortable pause followed their brief exchange.
"You know, I need to unpack some stuff in the storage room," said Luke, motioning to the back. "You want to help me?"
"Okay," said Lorelai, as she followed Luke into the storage room.
Once they were both inside, he closed the door behind him, and turned around to face Lorelai. "So."
"Banana."
"What?"
"I got tired of saying the same word over and over again," said Lorelai. "What do you want me to help you unpack?"
"Nothing," said Luke, "I just thought we could talk better here."
"Oh," Lorelai nodded. "I think I'm going to go back to saying 'so' again soon, if you don't come up with something else."
"Last night …" Luke started, trying to get the words out. "Last night was…"
"…weird."
"I was going to say 'different', but I'm glad to see how you looked at it."
"I didn't mean it like that," Lorelai said quickly, "I mean … come on, Luke. It's you… and it's me. You have to admit last night was a little strange."
"A little."
"A little," Lorelai said, with a small smile. "A little."
"I … when… when I left last night the way I did," Luke continued, putting his hand behind his head nervously. "I… I… it's not because I didn't want … ah, geez."
"I know. It was the same for me."
"Because, you know… it's not that I didn't … like it. Because I did. Like it. I mean, I don't… mean it in a perverted kind of way, but it was… okay, I guess."
"You know exactly what every girl wants to hear."
"I mean, well," Luke started stammering again, "It was… okay , I mean, better than okay. It was…"
"Nice."
"Nice."
"A different sort of nice," said Lorelai. "But nice."
"God, this conversation is screwed."
"You're telling me," said Lorelai, sitting down on one of the boxes by the side of the shelf. "This may possibly be the first time in my entire life I am at a lost for words. You are now witnessing a historic event."
"I'll write it in my journal," Luke said, taking a seat beside her. "So what do we do now?"
"Sex in the storage room?" Lorelai joked, but stopped when she noticed Luke blushed and looked away. "Sorry. Wrong time for that."
Luke fiddled with his baseball cap, putting it the right way around, and then wearing it backwards again. "What do you think we should do?"
"I don't know," said Lorelai. "Okay, I think I've said that phrase more times this morning than most people have ever said in their whole lives. I don't know what to do. Things are …different."
"So, what now?" Luke put his hands together. "Do you want to pretend this never happened?"
"No," said Lorelai. "I don't want to do that."
"Neither do I." Luke swallowed hard, before glancing at Lorelai. "Do you think , that… maybe later… we could later do something. Together."
"Like what?"
"Dinner? I could … take you out someplace. Nice. I don't know," Luke sighed, and put his head in his hands. "I haven't done this for such a long time."
"Are you asking me out?"
"Yes," said Luke. "I'm doing it badly… but I'm doing it."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Luke queried, "As in 'yes'?"
"Yes," Lorelai gently put one hand on his leg. "I would like that."
Luke could hardly believe his ears. He felt like he was dreaming, and that all this wasn't real, but at the same time, he knew that it was. He smiled at Lorelai, trying his best not to grin like an idiot. "Okay. It's a start, isn't it?"
"It is," said Lorelai, getting up. "We'd better get out, or Rory's going to think we've killed each other in here."
"Right," Luke got up quickly. "Erm.. so I'll see you later I guess."
"If later means ten seconds, yes," said Lorelai, "I still haven't gotten my coffee yet, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," said Luke, as he walked out of the storage room. "You know, that stuff will kill you. It'll be slow, but it'll kill you eventually."
"Charming."
* * * THE END * * *
A/N : That's it. The show's over, kids. I didn't want to drag it on any longer than I had to… Thank you everybody who has reviewed this, you've truly made writing a better experience. You guys are my best friends, even though most of you probably think I am a freak with too much time on my free hands. Now that I have completed this fic, I'll probably start a new one some time later, when I can think of a good idea. Send me all your good ideas for a great L/L fic, because I'm horrible at thinking up plots (this fic should be proof of that). Thanks a lot, and I hope you enjoyed the fic : )
"I think it's sweet," said Rory, the next morning as they began their daily walk through Stars Hollow. "Luke's going to be my new daddy. Heh."
"It's weird, isn't it?" Lorelai added, "One minute he's like 'Death Becomes You', and the next minute he's all kissy-kissy. I can't figure it out."
"Did you like kissy-kissy?"
"I liked kissy-kissy."
"So it was a good kissy-kissy."
"We have to stop talking like this," said Lorelai. "People will think we got hit by a bong again."
"A common misconception about us," said Rory. "So how was it? What did you guys do after that? The PG-13 version, bear in mind."
"Nothing," said Lorelai. "He kissed me, I kissed him back. I said something stupid like 'oh, look, the moon is full', and he said 'yes, it is', and I said 'the moon is full only once a month'. That was the high point of our conversation. After that he said goodnight and he went home."
"Just like that?"
"He's a very complicated man."
"So, we are walking to Luke's, right?" Rory asked, "Because I don't want to be surprised by a sudden detour to Al's Pancake World."
"I don't know. Should we?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know. Hence my asking you. You really have to learn to listen."
"Okay. Fine. What do you think you should do?"
"I don't know. Oh, I feel like I'm on Jeopardy," said Lorelai. "I don't want to avoid him. But if I step in there, what am I supposed to do? Do I say hi? Do I say 'Hey, great kiss last night. How are your lips?' ? Do I kiss him again? What?"
"You go in and you ask for coffee like you always do," said Rory, "I will follow suit. And whatever Luke does we'll take it from there."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I am, after all, the voice of wisdom."
"Yeah, I wanted that put down on your birth certificate, but the nurse wouldn't let me," Lorelai quipped. "So… Luke's?"
"For the sixth thousand time, yes," Rory sighed, "Confrontation is half the battle."
"I think Mariah Carey said that," said Lorelai, "Of course, I think it was before she went crazy."
"You're not that far off yourself."
"Hey…"
*
Lorelai pushed open the door to the diner cautiously, looking around for Luke before she stepped inside. Rory waited impatiently behind her.
"Can we get inside sometime this millennium?" Rory called from behind.
Lorelai begrudgingly walked inside, and Rory brushed past her and sat down at a nearby empty table. Lorelai looked around, but couldn't find look anywhere.
"He's not here," she said. "Where is he?"
"Maybe he's in the storage room," said Rory, "Or upstairs, or something."
"What does this mean?"
"What does what mean?"
"He's avoiding me."
"Mom, don't be ridiculous."
"Oh, come on," said Lorelai, "He's here every single day, and coincidentally, he disappears on the day which just happens to be the day after the night he kissed me. Ooh, I bet he's gone fishing again."
"Mom, Luke does not go fishing every time he doesn't want to talk to you."
"Really? Well, clearly you did not know about the summer of '96, when an unfortunate disagreement was sparked over Bruce Springsteen's musical genius. He caught sixty-two pounds of fish. Oh, yeah he's gone fishing. I smell something fishy here."
"Look, he's right there," said Rory, pointing behind Lorelai. "He just came out from the storage room."
"Oh," said Lorelai, calming down. "Maybe I should go talk to him."
"Talk away," said Rory.
"You're supporting me, right?"
"One hundred percent. I have pom-poms and sparkles in my heart."
"'Kay," Lorelai said, as she got up, and walked to the counter.
Luke looked up at her, and gave her a half-nod, half-smile reaction. He seemed to be in an as awkward position as her, and didn't really know what to say.
"Hey," said Lorelai, breaking the silence first.
"Hi."
"So…"
"So."
"So."
Another long, uncomfortable pause followed their brief exchange.
"You know, I need to unpack some stuff in the storage room," said Luke, motioning to the back. "You want to help me?"
"Okay," said Lorelai, as she followed Luke into the storage room.
Once they were both inside, he closed the door behind him, and turned around to face Lorelai. "So."
"Banana."
"What?"
"I got tired of saying the same word over and over again," said Lorelai. "What do you want me to help you unpack?"
"Nothing," said Luke, "I just thought we could talk better here."
"Oh," Lorelai nodded. "I think I'm going to go back to saying 'so' again soon, if you don't come up with something else."
"Last night …" Luke started, trying to get the words out. "Last night was…"
"…weird."
"I was going to say 'different', but I'm glad to see how you looked at it."
"I didn't mean it like that," Lorelai said quickly, "I mean … come on, Luke. It's you… and it's me. You have to admit last night was a little strange."
"A little."
"A little," Lorelai said, with a small smile. "A little."
"I … when… when I left last night the way I did," Luke continued, putting his hand behind his head nervously. "I… I… it's not because I didn't want … ah, geez."
"I know. It was the same for me."
"Because, you know… it's not that I didn't … like it. Because I did. Like it. I mean, I don't… mean it in a perverted kind of way, but it was… okay, I guess."
"You know exactly what every girl wants to hear."
"I mean, well," Luke started stammering again, "It was… okay , I mean, better than okay. It was…"
"Nice."
"Nice."
"A different sort of nice," said Lorelai. "But nice."
"God, this conversation is screwed."
"You're telling me," said Lorelai, sitting down on one of the boxes by the side of the shelf. "This may possibly be the first time in my entire life I am at a lost for words. You are now witnessing a historic event."
"I'll write it in my journal," Luke said, taking a seat beside her. "So what do we do now?"
"Sex in the storage room?" Lorelai joked, but stopped when she noticed Luke blushed and looked away. "Sorry. Wrong time for that."
Luke fiddled with his baseball cap, putting it the right way around, and then wearing it backwards again. "What do you think we should do?"
"I don't know," said Lorelai. "Okay, I think I've said that phrase more times this morning than most people have ever said in their whole lives. I don't know what to do. Things are …different."
"So, what now?" Luke put his hands together. "Do you want to pretend this never happened?"
"No," said Lorelai. "I don't want to do that."
"Neither do I." Luke swallowed hard, before glancing at Lorelai. "Do you think , that… maybe later… we could later do something. Together."
"Like what?"
"Dinner? I could … take you out someplace. Nice. I don't know," Luke sighed, and put his head in his hands. "I haven't done this for such a long time."
"Are you asking me out?"
"Yes," said Luke. "I'm doing it badly… but I'm doing it."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Luke queried, "As in 'yes'?"
"Yes," Lorelai gently put one hand on his leg. "I would like that."
Luke could hardly believe his ears. He felt like he was dreaming, and that all this wasn't real, but at the same time, he knew that it was. He smiled at Lorelai, trying his best not to grin like an idiot. "Okay. It's a start, isn't it?"
"It is," said Lorelai, getting up. "We'd better get out, or Rory's going to think we've killed each other in here."
"Right," Luke got up quickly. "Erm.. so I'll see you later I guess."
"If later means ten seconds, yes," said Lorelai, "I still haven't gotten my coffee yet, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," said Luke, as he walked out of the storage room. "You know, that stuff will kill you. It'll be slow, but it'll kill you eventually."
"Charming."
* * * THE END * * *
A/N : That's it. The show's over, kids. I didn't want to drag it on any longer than I had to… Thank you everybody who has reviewed this, you've truly made writing a better experience. You guys are my best friends, even though most of you probably think I am a freak with too much time on my free hands. Now that I have completed this fic, I'll probably start a new one some time later, when I can think of a good idea. Send me all your good ideas for a great L/L fic, because I'm horrible at thinking up plots (this fic should be proof of that). Thanks a lot, and I hope you enjoyed the fic : )