ahhh sorry guys there was sucha delay between this chapter and the last.. hehe
school sux.. they should get rid of school so i can work on my fanfic.. lol i wish
-Ggirl
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7:35 AM, Saturday
Gilmore House "Rory!" "Mom!" Lorelai gave her daughter a look of disgust. "Do not mock me!" Lorelai yawned. "It's too early for moving." Rory just laughed. "For you, 7 o'clock is too early for anything!" Lorelai nodded sleepily. Rory closed the door on the U-Haul. "I think we're set." "Great!" Lorelai said and smiled. "Do we have Sookie's travel pack?" Rory lifted the basket of food from behind the driver`s chair and showed it to her mom. Lorelai nodded in approval. "Can I drive?" Rory asked. Lorelai shrugged. "Okay," She said and tossed her the keys. Rory got into the driver's seat and started the engine. "We're off!" Lorelai giggled. "This feels like a road trip." "But better," Rory said, nodding. "Aww, you just think it's better because the internship that awaits you." "Maybe," Rory replied and giggled. "I'm so excited!" Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Only you, my dear, would be excited for work!" Rory smiled and started to pull out of the driveway. "Okay, we need traveling music," Lorelai said and opened the box at her feet and started to dig through it. "AH-ha! My Ricki Lee Jones tape! I thought I lost this." She looked up from the box of tapes when the truck stopped. "We forgot something," Rory said, turning off the engine. "What?" Lorelai looked out the window. Rory had stopped the U-Haul in front of Luke's. "No," Lorelai said firmly, shaking her head. "No." "Yes," Rory countered. "You're leaving for two months, Mom. Luke is your best friend, you can't just walk away angry at each other." "Yes, I can. Watch me, except that I'll be driving instead of walking," Lorelai folded her arms across her chest. "We're trading seats now. I will drive to New York." "Fine," Rory said, frowning. "I'm going to go bring him out." "I'll drive away!" Lorelai threatened. "No you won't." Rory got out of the driver's side and hopped down. "Damn," Lorelai muttered as she watched Rory enter the diner. ****************************** 7:37 AM, Saturday
Luke's Diner Luke looked up as a frowning Rory entered the diner. "Hi," Luke said. Rory folded her arms across her chest. "Don't you think this is going too far?" "Yes," Luke replied. "New York is far." Rory shook her head. "I mean about you and Mom. I really wish the two of you would make up." Luke sighed. "I should start a list of people who have said the same thing. The only people missing are Axl Rose and the Pope." Rory gave him a quizzical look. "Did you just crack a joke?" He rolled his eyes. "I was being sarcastic," Luke replied. "Is .. She.." "She's outside," Rory said and leaned against the counter. "Please, Luke, you know how stubborn she is. Can you just apologize so you guys can be friends again? I think she misses you, but she doesn't want to apologize first because that would be like dishonoring the holy wrath of Craig or something." Luke frowned at the mention of Craig. `Is this still about Craig?' "I can be stubborn too." He turned back to rearranging the menus. Rory grabbed his arm. He was startled by her sudden movement and stopped to look at her. "Please," She pleaded. "We're going to be gone for two months, maybe more-" Luke sighed. "I can't. I mean, she said things, I said things.. I think it's better if we just let it be for now." Rory hung her head sadly. "I hope you two know what you're doing." He ignored her comment. "Have fun in New York." "Thanks," Rory muttered and left the diner. ****************************** 7:42 AM, Saturday
In Front of Luke's Diner Lorelai looked up when the diner door opened. Rory stepped out of the diner. Alone. She was torn by the sight of her daughter walking back to the truck alone. Didn't Luke want to see her? Was it really over this time? Trying to keep her emotions under control, Lorelai forced a smile as Rory got into the driver's seat. "He's not coming?" Lorelai said raising an eyebrow. `So that's how it's gonna be,' Lorelai thought, frowning. "No," Rory replied, turning the engine on. Exasperated, Rory turned to her mom. "Mom, can't you just apologize.." "No," Lorelai interrupted. Rory sighed, seeing that any mediation on her part was impossible, and started to drive out of Star's Hollow. ****************************** 7:45 AM, Saturday
Luke's Diner Luke watched as the truck pulled away from the diner. `Two months is a long time,' He thought, wiping down the counter. His eyes widened. A really long time. Throwing the dish towel on the counter, Luke ran out the front door of the diner. "Lorelai!" He yelled at the truck as it turned a corner. "Lorelai! I'm sorry!" He called out, running after it. Although he ran as fast as he could, he couldn't catch up. The truck disappeared from his view. ****************************** About two weeks later
7:45 AM, Monday New York City Lorelai took a sip from the cup and grimaced. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Rory. "Cross Giovanni's off the list," She said and threw the cup in the garbage. "Gotcha," Rory said. "I crossed off Ed's Café, too. Coffee tastes like water with brown food dye." Rory walked through the swiveling doors into the building. "Seventh floor please," She said to the man in the elevator. He nodded and pressed the button as the doors closed behind her. "That bad?" Lorelai asked, as she walked around the corner to the Hilton. "Worse," Rory said and stepped off the elevator into the bustling New York Times office. "Rory!" A man was charging towards her with a pile of folders in his arms. Eyeing the files in his arms, Rory said sarcastically, "And it keeps getting better!" Lorelai was confused. "What?" "Hi, Joe," Rory said, greeting her boss. "Mom, I gotta go, I'll see you later!" She rapidly hung up and threw the phone into her bag. Joe put the stack of files in her arms. "Yay," Rory said, grimacing under the weight. Lorelai turned off her phone and walked into her office. "Ms. Gilmore!" She turned around to face her assistant, Maryanne. "Hi, Maryanne." "Good morning," Maryanne said and smiled. "Mr. Hilton is waiting for you in the ballroom." "Oh, okay," Lorelai said and threw her stuff on her desk. "Do you know any more coffee places?" Maryanne looked thoughtful. "I told you most of the ones I know.." "I think I've gone to every coffee house in this side of New York City," Lorelai sighed. "Nothing good yet. Every place is bad, or badder, or.. baddest." She cocked her head. "I don't think that's a word." Maryanne shook her head. "It's not." Lorelai sighed and took off her coat. "What would I do without you, Maryanne?" She smiled at her assistant. Although she had only been in New York for about 2 weeks, she loved most of it. Sure, there were things to get used to, like the enormous amount of traffic and the rude people, but there were other things she loved. Like her new job, which was wonderful, and Maryanne, who was an amazing assistant. Unlike Michel. But heck, she had to admit, she kind of missed annoying him every morning. And Luke, too. "Ms. Gilmore?" Lorelai shook her head, as if to shake the thought of Luke out of her head. "Huh?" She asked. "Mr. Hilton?" Maryanne said, motioning towards the door. "Oh! Right, right," Lorelai said and left the office. "Lorelai!" Mr. Hilton said, and stood up as she walked into the ballroom. "Come in, I want you to meet one of my good friends, Mrs. Elizabeth Gorman." He motioned to the crisply dressed woman next to him. Mrs. Gorman was wearing a Hilary-Clinton-esque business suit and her hair was primped to perfection. "How do you do?" Mrs. Gorman said, in a faint English accent. She gave Lorelai a fake smile (it was really more a grimace). `My Fair Lady,' Lorelai thought, listening to the lilt in the woman's voice. "Wonderful, thank you," She replied and returned a plastic smile. `The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.' "Mrs. Gorman holds her national conference here every year," Mr. Hilton said. "Oh," Lorelai said nodding. "What kind of conference?" "I'm the president of the Daughters of American Revolution," the woman said haughtily. `You gotta be kidding me,' Lorelai thought, as her jaw dropped to the ground. "DAR?" She squeaked. "Yes," Mrs. Gorman said, surprised. "Have you heard of it?" Lorelai recovered from the shock. "Uh, yes, in fact, I've organized DAR meetings before." "Wonderful!" Mr. Hilton said and beamed. "I told you she was good, Elizabeth." Mrs. Gorman just harrumphed. Lorelai cleared her throat. "Where would you like the convention?" "I'd like to do it here, of course," Mrs. Gorman said. "We always have it in the ballroom." "Great," Lorelai said and forced another smile. "This is a great place for a DAR convention." 'Another great place would be on the other side of the universe.' "I was hoping to work out the menu today," Mrs. Gorman continued, ignoring Lorelai's comment. 'Preferably with my mother,' Lorelai thought. "To the kitchen then," Mr. Hilton said and helped Mrs. Gorman up. The two started to walk out of the room. Lorelai sat there, her eyes practically bulging out of her head. `And I thought dealing with my mother was horrible.' She shook her head. "Lorelai!" Mr. Hilton called to her. "Are you coming?" "Yup, coming!" She said and hurriedly got up. Mr. Hilton and Mrs. Gorman left the ballroom. Lorelai hurried after them. `God help me, for I am with the Granddaddy (or Grandmommy) of DAR,' She thought and looked up to the sky with pleading eyes. ****************************** 10:34 PM, Monday
Lorelai and Rory's apartment A very tired Lorelai walked into her apartment and smelled something in the air. 'Rory.. Cooking?' Lorelai shuddered at the thought. 'Her impersonating Donna Reed once was enough.' She threw her coat and bag on the couch and went into the kitchen. Craig was standing at the stove, his hair and clothes disheveled. He looked so adorable, standing with a spoon in one hand and a confused look on his face. "No..," He groaned as he stirred the contents of the pot with his spoon. Craig sniffed the pot and frowned. "Hey, Martha Stewart," Lorelai said and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hey, you're home," Craig said and looked a his watch. "Wow, is it really that late?" "Yeah," She murmured and put her cheek against his back. "I had the worst day ever." Craig turned off the stove and turned around to face her. "I'm sorry." He kissed her on the nose. "You were cooking for me?" Lorelai smiled up at him. Craig looked embarrassed. "I tried to make soup. But it doesn't look.. Or smell like soup." "Yeah," Lorelai said, peering into the pot. "I was wondering why the apartment smelled like Joe's Garage." Craig grimaced. "Sorry," he said bashfully. "Aww, you're so cute!" Lorelai giggled. "You tried to cook.. For me! As a surprise!" Craig laughed as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He gave her a big sloppy kiss. "I love you," He said. Lorelai bit her lip nervously. "Do you love me?" He asked, tucking her head under his chin. "I..," Lorelai started. "Mom! Why does the house smell like gasoline?" Rory called out as she walked into the apartment. She walked into the kitchen to see Craig and Lorelai hugging. "You guys tried to cook, didn't you?" 'Saved by Rory,' Lorelai thought, as she looked gratefully at her daughter. Craig looked embarrassed again. "Actually, it was just me." Rory giggled. "It smells like that time that mom tried to make hamburger helper.." "Stop right there, young lady!" Lorelai said sternly. Rory just laughed. "Okay, well, I have work to do." She smiled at happy couple and retreated to her room. "So, tell me why your day was bad," Craig said later, as they were attempting to clean up the mess. "Okay," Lorelai said and stopped wiping dishes. "When I was at the Independence Inn, my mother always made me arrange her horrible DAR meetings.. And so when I came here, I was like 'Yay! No more DAR!' But then today, I come into work, and guess who's there?" "Paula Abdul?" "Worse." "Simon Cowell?" "Getting closer, but no falafel," Lorelai replied. Craig looked confused. "The President of DAR, the granddaddy of the nit-pickers of the world! She makes my mother look like a direct descendent of God," Lorelai said, sighing. "Sounds like you're gonna have fun," Craig replied as he scrubbed the remnants of carrots out of the pot. Lorelai rolled her eyes. "I'd rather sit through simultaneous screenings of Glitter and Freddy Got Fingered." "I liked Freddy Got Fingered." "Only you, Craig," Lorelai said rolling her eyes. "You and Tom Green." "I think we make a lovely couple," Craig said, wiggling his eyebrows. ****************************** 12:03 AM, Tuesday
Lorelai and Rory's Apartment Lorelai sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I hate paperwork," She said and sighed. As executive manager of a big name hotel, there were so many papers to fill out and read. Really, it was sickening. There was probably a whole rainforest in her apartment at that very moment. Lorelai ate another marshmallow and sat back on the couch. Eating junk food reminded her of Luke. He was always there berating her for her creative eating habits. 'He's just jealous,' She thought smiling affectionately. How long had it been since she talked to him? ****************************** 12:03 AM, Tuesday
Luke's Diner After a busy night at the diner, a very tired Luke slowly staggered up the stairs to his apartment. Nights like this made him crazy. A busload of tourists from New York City had come. 'New York,' He thought, his eyes lighting up. 'Lorelai..' Now that he thought about it, he was just being silly. Okay, so he missed her a lot. No matter how he tried to keep himself busy, he would think about her. In the mornings, whenever early morning stragglers came in, at the jingle of the bell, he would find himself bracing to hear her voice. But it was never her. He wished he could call her up and apologize but.. he didn't have her number. All he had was Craig's address in New York and the last thing he wanted to do was show up there, asking for Lorelai. He could ask Sookie, but then it would be all over town by Thursday. Luke sighed and flopped down on his bed. ****************************** ANgsty, isn't it? Heh, i try to be funy.. but then it sounds too forced, so i just made it angsty.. well, happy endings are never as happy unless there's some angst beforehand.. so brace yourself for more angst! teeheheh -Ggirl
Gilmore House "Rory!" "Mom!" Lorelai gave her daughter a look of disgust. "Do not mock me!" Lorelai yawned. "It's too early for moving." Rory just laughed. "For you, 7 o'clock is too early for anything!" Lorelai nodded sleepily. Rory closed the door on the U-Haul. "I think we're set." "Great!" Lorelai said and smiled. "Do we have Sookie's travel pack?" Rory lifted the basket of food from behind the driver`s chair and showed it to her mom. Lorelai nodded in approval. "Can I drive?" Rory asked. Lorelai shrugged. "Okay," She said and tossed her the keys. Rory got into the driver's seat and started the engine. "We're off!" Lorelai giggled. "This feels like a road trip." "But better," Rory said, nodding. "Aww, you just think it's better because the internship that awaits you." "Maybe," Rory replied and giggled. "I'm so excited!" Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Only you, my dear, would be excited for work!" Rory smiled and started to pull out of the driveway. "Okay, we need traveling music," Lorelai said and opened the box at her feet and started to dig through it. "AH-ha! My Ricki Lee Jones tape! I thought I lost this." She looked up from the box of tapes when the truck stopped. "We forgot something," Rory said, turning off the engine. "What?" Lorelai looked out the window. Rory had stopped the U-Haul in front of Luke's. "No," Lorelai said firmly, shaking her head. "No." "Yes," Rory countered. "You're leaving for two months, Mom. Luke is your best friend, you can't just walk away angry at each other." "Yes, I can. Watch me, except that I'll be driving instead of walking," Lorelai folded her arms across her chest. "We're trading seats now. I will drive to New York." "Fine," Rory said, frowning. "I'm going to go bring him out." "I'll drive away!" Lorelai threatened. "No you won't." Rory got out of the driver's side and hopped down. "Damn," Lorelai muttered as she watched Rory enter the diner. ****************************** 7:37 AM, Saturday
Luke's Diner Luke looked up as a frowning Rory entered the diner. "Hi," Luke said. Rory folded her arms across her chest. "Don't you think this is going too far?" "Yes," Luke replied. "New York is far." Rory shook her head. "I mean about you and Mom. I really wish the two of you would make up." Luke sighed. "I should start a list of people who have said the same thing. The only people missing are Axl Rose and the Pope." Rory gave him a quizzical look. "Did you just crack a joke?" He rolled his eyes. "I was being sarcastic," Luke replied. "Is .. She.." "She's outside," Rory said and leaned against the counter. "Please, Luke, you know how stubborn she is. Can you just apologize so you guys can be friends again? I think she misses you, but she doesn't want to apologize first because that would be like dishonoring the holy wrath of Craig or something." Luke frowned at the mention of Craig. `Is this still about Craig?' "I can be stubborn too." He turned back to rearranging the menus. Rory grabbed his arm. He was startled by her sudden movement and stopped to look at her. "Please," She pleaded. "We're going to be gone for two months, maybe more-" Luke sighed. "I can't. I mean, she said things, I said things.. I think it's better if we just let it be for now." Rory hung her head sadly. "I hope you two know what you're doing." He ignored her comment. "Have fun in New York." "Thanks," Rory muttered and left the diner. ****************************** 7:42 AM, Saturday
In Front of Luke's Diner Lorelai looked up when the diner door opened. Rory stepped out of the diner. Alone. She was torn by the sight of her daughter walking back to the truck alone. Didn't Luke want to see her? Was it really over this time? Trying to keep her emotions under control, Lorelai forced a smile as Rory got into the driver's seat. "He's not coming?" Lorelai said raising an eyebrow. `So that's how it's gonna be,' Lorelai thought, frowning. "No," Rory replied, turning the engine on. Exasperated, Rory turned to her mom. "Mom, can't you just apologize.." "No," Lorelai interrupted. Rory sighed, seeing that any mediation on her part was impossible, and started to drive out of Star's Hollow. ****************************** 7:45 AM, Saturday
Luke's Diner Luke watched as the truck pulled away from the diner. `Two months is a long time,' He thought, wiping down the counter. His eyes widened. A really long time. Throwing the dish towel on the counter, Luke ran out the front door of the diner. "Lorelai!" He yelled at the truck as it turned a corner. "Lorelai! I'm sorry!" He called out, running after it. Although he ran as fast as he could, he couldn't catch up. The truck disappeared from his view. ****************************** About two weeks later
7:45 AM, Monday New York City Lorelai took a sip from the cup and grimaced. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Rory. "Cross Giovanni's off the list," She said and threw the cup in the garbage. "Gotcha," Rory said. "I crossed off Ed's Café, too. Coffee tastes like water with brown food dye." Rory walked through the swiveling doors into the building. "Seventh floor please," She said to the man in the elevator. He nodded and pressed the button as the doors closed behind her. "That bad?" Lorelai asked, as she walked around the corner to the Hilton. "Worse," Rory said and stepped off the elevator into the bustling New York Times office. "Rory!" A man was charging towards her with a pile of folders in his arms. Eyeing the files in his arms, Rory said sarcastically, "And it keeps getting better!" Lorelai was confused. "What?" "Hi, Joe," Rory said, greeting her boss. "Mom, I gotta go, I'll see you later!" She rapidly hung up and threw the phone into her bag. Joe put the stack of files in her arms. "Yay," Rory said, grimacing under the weight. Lorelai turned off her phone and walked into her office. "Ms. Gilmore!" She turned around to face her assistant, Maryanne. "Hi, Maryanne." "Good morning," Maryanne said and smiled. "Mr. Hilton is waiting for you in the ballroom." "Oh, okay," Lorelai said and threw her stuff on her desk. "Do you know any more coffee places?" Maryanne looked thoughtful. "I told you most of the ones I know.." "I think I've gone to every coffee house in this side of New York City," Lorelai sighed. "Nothing good yet. Every place is bad, or badder, or.. baddest." She cocked her head. "I don't think that's a word." Maryanne shook her head. "It's not." Lorelai sighed and took off her coat. "What would I do without you, Maryanne?" She smiled at her assistant. Although she had only been in New York for about 2 weeks, she loved most of it. Sure, there were things to get used to, like the enormous amount of traffic and the rude people, but there were other things she loved. Like her new job, which was wonderful, and Maryanne, who was an amazing assistant. Unlike Michel. But heck, she had to admit, she kind of missed annoying him every morning. And Luke, too. "Ms. Gilmore?" Lorelai shook her head, as if to shake the thought of Luke out of her head. "Huh?" She asked. "Mr. Hilton?" Maryanne said, motioning towards the door. "Oh! Right, right," Lorelai said and left the office. "Lorelai!" Mr. Hilton said, and stood up as she walked into the ballroom. "Come in, I want you to meet one of my good friends, Mrs. Elizabeth Gorman." He motioned to the crisply dressed woman next to him. Mrs. Gorman was wearing a Hilary-Clinton-esque business suit and her hair was primped to perfection. "How do you do?" Mrs. Gorman said, in a faint English accent. She gave Lorelai a fake smile (it was really more a grimace). `My Fair Lady,' Lorelai thought, listening to the lilt in the woman's voice. "Wonderful, thank you," She replied and returned a plastic smile. `The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.' "Mrs. Gorman holds her national conference here every year," Mr. Hilton said. "Oh," Lorelai said nodding. "What kind of conference?" "I'm the president of the Daughters of American Revolution," the woman said haughtily. `You gotta be kidding me,' Lorelai thought, as her jaw dropped to the ground. "DAR?" She squeaked. "Yes," Mrs. Gorman said, surprised. "Have you heard of it?" Lorelai recovered from the shock. "Uh, yes, in fact, I've organized DAR meetings before." "Wonderful!" Mr. Hilton said and beamed. "I told you she was good, Elizabeth." Mrs. Gorman just harrumphed. Lorelai cleared her throat. "Where would you like the convention?" "I'd like to do it here, of course," Mrs. Gorman said. "We always have it in the ballroom." "Great," Lorelai said and forced another smile. "This is a great place for a DAR convention." 'Another great place would be on the other side of the universe.' "I was hoping to work out the menu today," Mrs. Gorman continued, ignoring Lorelai's comment. 'Preferably with my mother,' Lorelai thought. "To the kitchen then," Mr. Hilton said and helped Mrs. Gorman up. The two started to walk out of the room. Lorelai sat there, her eyes practically bulging out of her head. `And I thought dealing with my mother was horrible.' She shook her head. "Lorelai!" Mr. Hilton called to her. "Are you coming?" "Yup, coming!" She said and hurriedly got up. Mr. Hilton and Mrs. Gorman left the ballroom. Lorelai hurried after them. `God help me, for I am with the Granddaddy (or Grandmommy) of DAR,' She thought and looked up to the sky with pleading eyes. ****************************** 10:34 PM, Monday
Lorelai and Rory's apartment A very tired Lorelai walked into her apartment and smelled something in the air. 'Rory.. Cooking?' Lorelai shuddered at the thought. 'Her impersonating Donna Reed once was enough.' She threw her coat and bag on the couch and went into the kitchen. Craig was standing at the stove, his hair and clothes disheveled. He looked so adorable, standing with a spoon in one hand and a confused look on his face. "No..," He groaned as he stirred the contents of the pot with his spoon. Craig sniffed the pot and frowned. "Hey, Martha Stewart," Lorelai said and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hey, you're home," Craig said and looked a his watch. "Wow, is it really that late?" "Yeah," She murmured and put her cheek against his back. "I had the worst day ever." Craig turned off the stove and turned around to face her. "I'm sorry." He kissed her on the nose. "You were cooking for me?" Lorelai smiled up at him. Craig looked embarrassed. "I tried to make soup. But it doesn't look.. Or smell like soup." "Yeah," Lorelai said, peering into the pot. "I was wondering why the apartment smelled like Joe's Garage." Craig grimaced. "Sorry," he said bashfully. "Aww, you're so cute!" Lorelai giggled. "You tried to cook.. For me! As a surprise!" Craig laughed as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He gave her a big sloppy kiss. "I love you," He said. Lorelai bit her lip nervously. "Do you love me?" He asked, tucking her head under his chin. "I..," Lorelai started. "Mom! Why does the house smell like gasoline?" Rory called out as she walked into the apartment. She walked into the kitchen to see Craig and Lorelai hugging. "You guys tried to cook, didn't you?" 'Saved by Rory,' Lorelai thought, as she looked gratefully at her daughter. Craig looked embarrassed again. "Actually, it was just me." Rory giggled. "It smells like that time that mom tried to make hamburger helper.." "Stop right there, young lady!" Lorelai said sternly. Rory just laughed. "Okay, well, I have work to do." She smiled at happy couple and retreated to her room. "So, tell me why your day was bad," Craig said later, as they were attempting to clean up the mess. "Okay," Lorelai said and stopped wiping dishes. "When I was at the Independence Inn, my mother always made me arrange her horrible DAR meetings.. And so when I came here, I was like 'Yay! No more DAR!' But then today, I come into work, and guess who's there?" "Paula Abdul?" "Worse." "Simon Cowell?" "Getting closer, but no falafel," Lorelai replied. Craig looked confused. "The President of DAR, the granddaddy of the nit-pickers of the world! She makes my mother look like a direct descendent of God," Lorelai said, sighing. "Sounds like you're gonna have fun," Craig replied as he scrubbed the remnants of carrots out of the pot. Lorelai rolled her eyes. "I'd rather sit through simultaneous screenings of Glitter and Freddy Got Fingered." "I liked Freddy Got Fingered." "Only you, Craig," Lorelai said rolling her eyes. "You and Tom Green." "I think we make a lovely couple," Craig said, wiggling his eyebrows. ****************************** 12:03 AM, Tuesday
Lorelai and Rory's Apartment Lorelai sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I hate paperwork," She said and sighed. As executive manager of a big name hotel, there were so many papers to fill out and read. Really, it was sickening. There was probably a whole rainforest in her apartment at that very moment. Lorelai ate another marshmallow and sat back on the couch. Eating junk food reminded her of Luke. He was always there berating her for her creative eating habits. 'He's just jealous,' She thought smiling affectionately. How long had it been since she talked to him? ****************************** 12:03 AM, Tuesday
Luke's Diner After a busy night at the diner, a very tired Luke slowly staggered up the stairs to his apartment. Nights like this made him crazy. A busload of tourists from New York City had come. 'New York,' He thought, his eyes lighting up. 'Lorelai..' Now that he thought about it, he was just being silly. Okay, so he missed her a lot. No matter how he tried to keep himself busy, he would think about her. In the mornings, whenever early morning stragglers came in, at the jingle of the bell, he would find himself bracing to hear her voice. But it was never her. He wished he could call her up and apologize but.. he didn't have her number. All he had was Craig's address in New York and the last thing he wanted to do was show up there, asking for Lorelai. He could ask Sookie, but then it would be all over town by Thursday. Luke sighed and flopped down on his bed. ****************************** ANgsty, isn't it? Heh, i try to be funy.. but then it sounds too forced, so i just made it angsty.. well, happy endings are never as happy unless there's some angst beforehand.. so brace yourself for more angst! teeheheh -Ggirl