okay, last section, im sick of it. Plus my concentration skills are entirely shot. Combine a pot of coffee and Dont Look Back -- Wow, man. im on an entirely different plane of existence.
quote of the moment: "very protest, very, very protest and of the protestiest of all things i've ever protested against in the protest years." (bob dylan, in interview, about rainy day women 12 & 35)
Um.
and i have yet to watch monty python.
Dig yourself.
"kids, be free. do whatever you want to do be whatever you want to be. Just so long as you don't hurt anybody. And remember kids, I am you friend."
masscoffee - yeah, gotta love the knights who say nee. you will bring me ... a shrubbery!
i should probably eat food before making another pot of coffee. *ponders*
anyway, sorry if it's a rushed or crappy ending. my mind doesnt feel like functioning except to go "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
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A few minutes later she stood outside Luke's diner, and glanced inside. He was there, getting ready to open, but the sign still read closed. The street was nearly empty and she took a sharp breath, knocked on the window.
Luke didn't look happy, and at the sight of her face a cloud descended on his eyes. She waited, scared but determined, each breath burning her lungs like acid. He let her in with one quick glance, turning away and walking toward the counter as she nervously shut the door and followed.
"Luke -"
He turned around and she swallowed her words. The sight of his face terrified her and she suddenly wanted to cry. Wished she could just tease him as usual and get a quick hit of Luke to make her day just slightly more pleasant, to have that goofy relaxed smile as she walked to work each morning.
"I'm sorry," she blurted.
"It's fine." His voice shook her body, so harsh and closed.
"Please, Luke. I really am sorry. I -"
"I know. It was a mistake. An impulse. I understand. Forget it."
"I didn't mean to -"
"I know you don't want to be with me."
The words hung in the air. She looked at him. "Things happen," he muttered. "We'll just pretend it didn't."
"Luke," she began, her voice uncertain, "What do you think I'm apologizing for?"
"Lorelai -" Dont do this, he thought, closing his eyes, his back to her now as he started the coffee.
"Okay. Look, I'm going to say something I didn't want to. Rory and I were talking last night. She wasn't sure about Dean, and I asked her if seeing him made her happy, if it made her smile. And then, as a joke, she said I must feel that way when I see you - She meant because of the coffee. I thought of you. And ... I do.
It was a mistake, okay? Because it was either that or tell you I love you and somehow at the moment it happened I thought kissing you was the less stupid of the two and I'm still not sure but I guess now it doesnt really make a difference. I love you, Luke."
He was on the other side of the counter by the time she finished, watching her face as she stared at the floor. His voice caught in his throat, he replayed the words - Confused. Those eyes, staring so intensely, enough to stop the world from moving - she glanced up from the floor, into those eyes. His face frozen in a look of astonishment and almost horror.
"Oh, God -" She turned quickly towards the door, on the verge of tears and ready to run. A few staggering steps toward the door -
Luke caught her by the arm and turned her around, his statued form suddenly exploding into motion and before either of them knew it, he was kissing her.
He pulled away, a smile tracing his lips as he looked at her, eyes still scared and whispered - "I love you too."
Lorelai watched him for a moment, and when it sunk in began to smile, choked her laughter with a kiss. They kissed softly, intently, hands landing gently on each other. As they pulled away, Luke adjusted his baseball cap and Lorelai turned awkwardly to the said - they looked at each other and smiled.
"This is weird," she laughed.
He turned away and went back behind the counter.
"I didn't mean that, Luke. It's just weird. Not bad. Just weird. It's you, my best friend. My Lukey." He groaned.
"Coffee?"
'Oh, yes, coffee makes everything normal. Except you offering it to me."
He glared at her. "So you don't want it?"
"Oh, I do, I do."
She glanced out the window. "Too bad for Miss Patty she wasn't up and about just now."
"What a pity. I assume you'll want quantities of sugar or grease this morning as well?"
"Ooh, That sounds good. Fry me up some sugar."
"I'd do it."
"I'd probably enjoy it."
"Lorelai -" He paused, suddenly smiling, and leaning across the counter to kiss her.
"You said my name so serious-like just to kiss me?" she grinned widely.
"No. I just suddenly realized I could. I just ... will Rory be okay with this?"
"Luke, do you really think I got through an entire night knowing I loved you, and then kissing you, and feeling incredibly stupid without Rory knowing about it."
He sighed.
"So ... ?"
"She laughed at me. Told me I was cute. Was of completely no assistance in my time of agony. And is watching us from outside." He glanced out the window, Rory waved.
"Hey, Luke."
"What."
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Weird, right?"
"If I don't say yes, are you going to spend your whole day trying to prove it" He switched the sign to open.
"You don't feel weird?"
"Maybe." He looked her in the eyes and smiled, "But don't expect any free coffee today."
"I'm willing to pay for it as long as you're willing to give it to me."
"Don't count on it."
"No coffee no kisses?"
"Shut up."
Rory walked in, grinning and ready to tease.
"Hey mom, Luke."
"Coffee, Rory?"
"Why, thank you Luke. Having a good day?"
He poured her coffee silently, then looked at Lorelai, hiding a smile. "Is there any way at all to get your mother to be less annoying?"
"Nope. Love it or leave it."
"Hmph."
"I think you're doomed, Luke."
"I'd be much less annoying if you gave me more coffee!"
"You lie."
"Okay, I'll kiss you if you give me more coffee."
"Mom!"
"You'd kiss me anyway."
"Hm. Maybe. But not like I would with coffee." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"I don't need this," Rory groaned. "I'm gonna go find Lane before the bus, k?"
"Bye Rory."
"Here." He handed her a takeout cup. "Luke, you rule. Have fun, you two. Play nice."
quote of the moment: "very protest, very, very protest and of the protestiest of all things i've ever protested against in the protest years." (bob dylan, in interview, about rainy day women 12 & 35)
Um.
and i have yet to watch monty python.
Dig yourself.
"kids, be free. do whatever you want to do be whatever you want to be. Just so long as you don't hurt anybody. And remember kids, I am you friend."
masscoffee - yeah, gotta love the knights who say nee. you will bring me ... a shrubbery!
i should probably eat food before making another pot of coffee. *ponders*
anyway, sorry if it's a rushed or crappy ending. my mind doesnt feel like functioning except to go "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
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A few minutes later she stood outside Luke's diner, and glanced inside. He was there, getting ready to open, but the sign still read closed. The street was nearly empty and she took a sharp breath, knocked on the window.
Luke didn't look happy, and at the sight of her face a cloud descended on his eyes. She waited, scared but determined, each breath burning her lungs like acid. He let her in with one quick glance, turning away and walking toward the counter as she nervously shut the door and followed.
"Luke -"
He turned around and she swallowed her words. The sight of his face terrified her and she suddenly wanted to cry. Wished she could just tease him as usual and get a quick hit of Luke to make her day just slightly more pleasant, to have that goofy relaxed smile as she walked to work each morning.
"I'm sorry," she blurted.
"It's fine." His voice shook her body, so harsh and closed.
"Please, Luke. I really am sorry. I -"
"I know. It was a mistake. An impulse. I understand. Forget it."
"I didn't mean to -"
"I know you don't want to be with me."
The words hung in the air. She looked at him. "Things happen," he muttered. "We'll just pretend it didn't."
"Luke," she began, her voice uncertain, "What do you think I'm apologizing for?"
"Lorelai -" Dont do this, he thought, closing his eyes, his back to her now as he started the coffee.
"Okay. Look, I'm going to say something I didn't want to. Rory and I were talking last night. She wasn't sure about Dean, and I asked her if seeing him made her happy, if it made her smile. And then, as a joke, she said I must feel that way when I see you - She meant because of the coffee. I thought of you. And ... I do.
It was a mistake, okay? Because it was either that or tell you I love you and somehow at the moment it happened I thought kissing you was the less stupid of the two and I'm still not sure but I guess now it doesnt really make a difference. I love you, Luke."
He was on the other side of the counter by the time she finished, watching her face as she stared at the floor. His voice caught in his throat, he replayed the words - Confused. Those eyes, staring so intensely, enough to stop the world from moving - she glanced up from the floor, into those eyes. His face frozen in a look of astonishment and almost horror.
"Oh, God -" She turned quickly towards the door, on the verge of tears and ready to run. A few staggering steps toward the door -
Luke caught her by the arm and turned her around, his statued form suddenly exploding into motion and before either of them knew it, he was kissing her.
He pulled away, a smile tracing his lips as he looked at her, eyes still scared and whispered - "I love you too."
Lorelai watched him for a moment, and when it sunk in began to smile, choked her laughter with a kiss. They kissed softly, intently, hands landing gently on each other. As they pulled away, Luke adjusted his baseball cap and Lorelai turned awkwardly to the said - they looked at each other and smiled.
"This is weird," she laughed.
He turned away and went back behind the counter.
"I didn't mean that, Luke. It's just weird. Not bad. Just weird. It's you, my best friend. My Lukey." He groaned.
"Coffee?"
'Oh, yes, coffee makes everything normal. Except you offering it to me."
He glared at her. "So you don't want it?"
"Oh, I do, I do."
She glanced out the window. "Too bad for Miss Patty she wasn't up and about just now."
"What a pity. I assume you'll want quantities of sugar or grease this morning as well?"
"Ooh, That sounds good. Fry me up some sugar."
"I'd do it."
"I'd probably enjoy it."
"Lorelai -" He paused, suddenly smiling, and leaning across the counter to kiss her.
"You said my name so serious-like just to kiss me?" she grinned widely.
"No. I just suddenly realized I could. I just ... will Rory be okay with this?"
"Luke, do you really think I got through an entire night knowing I loved you, and then kissing you, and feeling incredibly stupid without Rory knowing about it."
He sighed.
"So ... ?"
"She laughed at me. Told me I was cute. Was of completely no assistance in my time of agony. And is watching us from outside." He glanced out the window, Rory waved.
"Hey, Luke."
"What."
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Weird, right?"
"If I don't say yes, are you going to spend your whole day trying to prove it" He switched the sign to open.
"You don't feel weird?"
"Maybe." He looked her in the eyes and smiled, "But don't expect any free coffee today."
"I'm willing to pay for it as long as you're willing to give it to me."
"Don't count on it."
"No coffee no kisses?"
"Shut up."
Rory walked in, grinning and ready to tease.
"Hey mom, Luke."
"Coffee, Rory?"
"Why, thank you Luke. Having a good day?"
He poured her coffee silently, then looked at Lorelai, hiding a smile. "Is there any way at all to get your mother to be less annoying?"
"Nope. Love it or leave it."
"Hmph."
"I think you're doomed, Luke."
"I'd be much less annoying if you gave me more coffee!"
"You lie."
"Okay, I'll kiss you if you give me more coffee."
"Mom!"
"You'd kiss me anyway."
"Hm. Maybe. But not like I would with coffee." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"I don't need this," Rory groaned. "I'm gonna go find Lane before the bus, k?"
"Bye Rory."
"Here." He handed her a takeout cup. "Luke, you rule. Have fun, you two. Play nice."