Eww.. I was just re-reading ch. 16 (Crying in the Rain on my Big Fat Greek Wedding).. Whoa extreme cheesiness… I was like "What the.. I wrote this???" I'm sorry for the over-fluffed fluffiness.. Let's hope I get back to normal soon, cuz obviously, I'm having mood swing problems.. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, let's just say it's better that way!
I hate doing this author's notes.. But these can get really addicting.. I always feel this need to put another one, and another one…
okay, i think this one is going to be 22 chapters long..
But here's the deal: when i originally planned this story, I planned it to be about 12 chapters.
And then, somehow, i changed the storyline and suddenly Luke is no longer flannel-clad and the
diner is no longer serving cofffe.. AHHHHH and I don't really know where I'm going with this
whole story.. But I think I've finally figured it to be about 21 chapters + Epilogue
So I've kinda figured out how to end this whole Craig-Lorelai-Luke fiasco... we'll see how my brain feels..
thanks so much for reading =)
-Ggirl
P.S. gluglug: Norwegian trio? Who's that?
Allison: Everwood..? Hm.. I heard that show was good.. But don't give me ideas! I watch wayyy too much tv already (food network! Food network!)
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Once in a lifetime, you find the one you really love
For now and forever, one love that never ends
Once in a lifetime, when every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason, leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime Some people live their lives in compromise,
And hide their dreams away
Some never take the chance, within their hands,
To claim the prize they make
When faith is all you need, to hold the hand of destiny,
Find the love that's meant to be
11:24 PM, Thursday
Craig's and Lorelai's Apartment "Wow, Craig's family really liked you," Rory commented after the last of the guests had left. Craig had left to drive some of their family members home. Lorelai nodded sadly. 'Luke…,' She thought, her mind thinking back to the man she had lost. She shook her head. 'He's with someone else now ..' She wondered how Thanksgiving had been for him. "Uh, Mom?" Rory waved a hand in front of Lorelai's face. "Huh? What?" Lorelai pulled her gaze away from the Manhattan skyline and looked at Rory. "Are you okay?" Rory asked, concerned. Her mom had been acting pretty weird ever since she had run out during their baklava binge. "Did something happen?" Lorelai shook her head dejectedly. "No, nothing happened." Rory wasn't convinced, but she didn't want to press her mom. "So.. Uh.. Doesn't it suck that Jane couldn't make it? That sucks.. Not being at home for Thanksgiving." Ever since she had met Jane, Rory had decided that Jane was her new role model. After all, she did have the job that Rory coveted, plus the travel, the excitement… But Rory could also see that there were downfalls to being a reporter/photographer for the New York Times… Like not being home for the holidays. Lorelai seemed to be staring out into a void again. "Um," Rory said, staring at her mom, who didn't seem to know she was there. "Mom? Are you sure you're okay?" Rory tried to remember how much Ouzo her mom had had. "Yeah..," Lorelai said. A single tear fell down her cheek. "Mom!" Rory said, turning her mom to her. "Mom, what's wrong?" Lorelai started to cry openly. "Rory.. I messed up," Lorelai said, taking the tissue that her daughter held out to her. "Mom..," Rory whispered and hugged her mom. She didn't really know what was going on, but she couldn't remember a time when Lorelai looked so beaten.. so bleak.. "What happened?" "Rory," Lorelai suddenly said, pulling away to blow her nose. "What do you do if you lose something.. But you can't seem to forget about it..?" Rory thought for a sec. "I don't know.. I guess you should go for it then." Lorelai sighed. "I should, shouldn't I?" "Mom, what are you talking about?" Lorelai took a deep breath. "I.. fell in love with another man." "What?" Rory exclaimed, a shocked look on her face. "Who?" She had a feeling that she already knew who it was. Lorelai looked out the window. "And he seems to have moved on…" "It's Luke," Rory said. Lorelai nodded slowly. She stood up from the couch. "Mom," Rory called out. "You have to tell him… And Craig.." She remembered Jess telling her that 'Uncle Luke' had started going out with some woman.. Linda, was it? Lorelai looked back at her daughter and just sighed before leaving the room. Sighing, Rory leaned back on the couch. She could understand how her mom felt. After all, she had once been stuck between Dean and Jess. But once she had finally admitted her feelings for Jess.. It felt like the whole world had been lifted off her shoulders. She could finally be with the boy she liked.. now, loved. Being with Jess made her so happy. She could only hope her mom could find the same happiness. ******************* 6:34 AM, Monday
Port Authority Bus Station "It was nice to see you, Rory," Craig said smiling. Rory nodded and smiled back. "Thanks for having me," Rory replied. She turned to her mom. "Well, I guess it's back to school then." She hugged her mom, holding her for a long time. "Tell him," she whispered into her mom's ear. Lorelai pulled back, her face expressionless, her eyes still. She forced a smile. "Good luck on your finals, Rory." Rory kissed her mom on the cheek and started to walk towards the gates to the bus. "Bye!" She waved at the couple. Smiling, Craig waved his arm, still in a cast, but no longer needing a sling. His good arm was looped around Lorelai's shoulder. A despondent Lorelai waved to her daughter, her face distraught and full of longing… Rory gave them one last look before boarding the bus, wondering how love could make one person so happy and the other so sad… ******************* December
6:24 PM, Friday
Craig's and Lorelai's Apartment "How's the convention?" Lorelai asked and licked her spoon clean. "Boring," Craig sighed over the phone. "Boring, boring…" Lorelai laughed. "I see.. I thought you would find a neurology convention exciting.." "I'm a neurologist and I love what I do, but neurology conventions are .. Pointless and boring," Craig whined. "I'd rather be home with you." Lorelai closed her eyes. "It can't be that bad." "It's that bad." Lorelai forced a laugh. The door bell rang. "Oh! The pizza's here!" She exclaimed, relieved. "Bye," Craig siad mournfully. "I'm just going to sulk in my room." "Aw, don't do that. Go out and have some fun," Lorelai said walking towards the door. "Maybe I'll go play with the human-brain models downstairs," Craig said, sighing. "I'll reassemble them." Lorelai laughed and opened the door. "Okay, bye." "Bye." "Hi, how much is it?" Lorelai asked. The pizza man handed her the box. "Fourteen fifty." When she took out the money from her wallet, he stretched out a flannel-clad arm. Lorelai found herself staring at it dumbly for a few seconds before coming back down to Earth. She handed the money to the confused man and closed the door behind him. Lorelai leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Why was everyone wearing flannel these days? Sighing, she took the box to the coffee table and opened it. "Mmm," She said, breathing in the warm aroma of cheese and tomato sauce. Then she walked over to Craig's movie collection and closed her eyes to pick a random DVD. Without checking the title, she popped the DVD into the player and turned the television on. 'An Affair to Remember,' She thought, reading the credits as the movie started to play. God, everything seemed to be remind her of Luke. Setting her uneaten slice of pizza down, she leaned back on the sofa to watch one of the saddest love stories of time. ******************* 6:53 PM, Friday
San Francisco After speaking with Lorelai on the phone, Craig decided that he might as well venture out into San Francisco. He couldn't find anything to do after he rearranged some of the brain parts in the convention hall. He snickered, imagining how Dr. Goldstein would react when he found out in the morning. 'Too bad Lorelai wasn't here to do it with me,' He thought wistfully. He missed her. Craig was worried about her too. She had seemed to be her usual preppy self for a while, but then she was soon back to her sad self after the Thanksgiving dinner. His mother had absolutely loved her, which made him happy. His sister liked her, his friends thought she was funny. His life couldn't get any better. ******************* 8:14 PM, Friday
Craig's and Lorelai's Apartment Sobbing, Lorelai grabbed the last tissue from Brian, her tissue box. Cary Grant had just walked into Deborah Karr's apartment in the last scene. Just as Cary Grant stormed through the apartment and saw the wheelchair, Lorelai turned the television off. Really, she couldn't stand anymore. Her eyes tearing, she got up from the couch and took the empty ice cream carton and the half full pizza box to the kitchen. As she came back to the living room, her gaze fell upon the telephone. She wanted to call him, she wanted to talk to him.. See him… Lorelai looked at the car keys hanging by the door. 'What if I go there and Linda is there with him?' She thought painfully. She didn't need to see him with another woman. She could call him, but what if Linda picked up the phone? Lorelai looked to the antique roll-up desk in the corner of the room. A letter. She could write him a letter. Sighing, Lorelai sat at the desk and struggled to start the letters. She wasn't exactly the most articulate person in the world, especially with her feelings. She closed her eyes and tried to organize her thoughts. Dear Luke, She wrote.
How are you?
'Uck,' she thought frowning. What was she doing? Writing to her friend from summer camp? He was probably fine anyways, with Linda. She was the one who was miserable and missing him. She crumbled the paper and threw it in the trash can next to the desk. Dear Luke,
Lorelai closed her eyes and started to write.
I can't stop thinking about you…
She opened her eyes. Ah. She couldn't write that out right. What if he got scared? She crumbled the paper and threw it out. Five tries later, she found herself staring at the same two words she had started out with: Dear Luke 'Damnit,' She thought angrily. Writing a letter was too hard. I'm in love with you. The truth, but something she didn't want to write on a letter. She angrily crumbled the paper and threw it in the trash with the others. Lorelai put her head down on the desk and cried. ******************* 8:35 PM, Friday
San Francisco After eating Dim Sum at Yank Sing, Craig had browsed a couple music stores in the area. He had snagged a great 80's mix CD for Lorelai at Amoeba and some punk titles for himself at Aquarius Records. Swinging the plastic bag, he walked up the steep hill to Huntington Hotel. 'San Francisco is beautiful at night,' He thought once up on the hill. He looked down on the brightly lit skyline. 'Lorelai would love it here.' Just as he was about to enter the hotel, his eye caught a bright display in a store. Whistling 'California Dreams', Craig stopped short in front of the Tiffany's store. He peered into the display, admiring the twinkling rings. He had been thinking of proposing for a while now. True, he had only known her for about 9 months, but he was convinced she was the one. Beautiful, funny, smart… His breath caught in his throat whenever he saw her. His gaze fell upon one ring in the middle: the band was made of white gold and the sparkling rock in the middle was enough to make Ben and Jen jealous. It would make quite a hole in his pocket, but only the best was good enough for Lorelai. Smiling, he walked into the store. ******************* 8:46 PM, Friday
Luke's Diner Groaning, Luke got off the bed and walked towards her. Linda glared at him. "I can't believe you," She snapped. "Linda," Luke started. "No," Linda replied, her eyes flashing angrily. "Don't call me." With that, she left the apartment, slamming the door closed behind her. Sighing deeply, Luke sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. It had all started out innocent enough; Linda had come over after work to see him. There hadn't been many customers, so Luke had closed up early so he could spend time with Linda. They went upstairs to his apartment to watch some television. Or so he thought. It seemed that Linda had come with a specific motive. Once the door was closed, Linda had come onto him, full force. Suddenly, they were on the bed. Linda's hands were under his shirt and his were on the small of her back, brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt. And as he kissed her, he'd unconsciously said it: "Lorelai…" She had pulled away from him, her eyes showing a mix of surprise and anger. "What?" She had asked. "Uh," Luke had said, realizing his mistake. He was bad at making up excuses, so he had decided not to try. "You said Lorelai," She had said in an accusing tone. "Who's Lorelai?" "Um.." Luke had looked down at his hands. Now, ten minutes later, he found himself looking down at his hands again. Sighing, Luke stood up from the bed and looked out into the cold December night. Who was he kidding? No matter what he tried, he wouldn't get over her.
For now and forever, one love that never ends
Once in a lifetime, when every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason, leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime Some people live their lives in compromise,
And hide their dreams away
Some never take the chance, within their hands,
To claim the prize they make
When faith is all you need, to hold the hand of destiny,
Find the love that's meant to be
Craig's and Lorelai's Apartment "Wow, Craig's family really liked you," Rory commented after the last of the guests had left. Craig had left to drive some of their family members home. Lorelai nodded sadly. 'Luke…,' She thought, her mind thinking back to the man she had lost. She shook her head. 'He's with someone else now ..' She wondered how Thanksgiving had been for him. "Uh, Mom?" Rory waved a hand in front of Lorelai's face. "Huh? What?" Lorelai pulled her gaze away from the Manhattan skyline and looked at Rory. "Are you okay?" Rory asked, concerned. Her mom had been acting pretty weird ever since she had run out during their baklava binge. "Did something happen?" Lorelai shook her head dejectedly. "No, nothing happened." Rory wasn't convinced, but she didn't want to press her mom. "So.. Uh.. Doesn't it suck that Jane couldn't make it? That sucks.. Not being at home for Thanksgiving." Ever since she had met Jane, Rory had decided that Jane was her new role model. After all, she did have the job that Rory coveted, plus the travel, the excitement… But Rory could also see that there were downfalls to being a reporter/photographer for the New York Times… Like not being home for the holidays. Lorelai seemed to be staring out into a void again. "Um," Rory said, staring at her mom, who didn't seem to know she was there. "Mom? Are you sure you're okay?" Rory tried to remember how much Ouzo her mom had had. "Yeah..," Lorelai said. A single tear fell down her cheek. "Mom!" Rory said, turning her mom to her. "Mom, what's wrong?" Lorelai started to cry openly. "Rory.. I messed up," Lorelai said, taking the tissue that her daughter held out to her. "Mom..," Rory whispered and hugged her mom. She didn't really know what was going on, but she couldn't remember a time when Lorelai looked so beaten.. so bleak.. "What happened?" "Rory," Lorelai suddenly said, pulling away to blow her nose. "What do you do if you lose something.. But you can't seem to forget about it..?" Rory thought for a sec. "I don't know.. I guess you should go for it then." Lorelai sighed. "I should, shouldn't I?" "Mom, what are you talking about?" Lorelai took a deep breath. "I.. fell in love with another man." "What?" Rory exclaimed, a shocked look on her face. "Who?" She had a feeling that she already knew who it was. Lorelai looked out the window. "And he seems to have moved on…" "It's Luke," Rory said. Lorelai nodded slowly. She stood up from the couch. "Mom," Rory called out. "You have to tell him… And Craig.." She remembered Jess telling her that 'Uncle Luke' had started going out with some woman.. Linda, was it? Lorelai looked back at her daughter and just sighed before leaving the room. Sighing, Rory leaned back on the couch. She could understand how her mom felt. After all, she had once been stuck between Dean and Jess. But once she had finally admitted her feelings for Jess.. It felt like the whole world had been lifted off her shoulders. She could finally be with the boy she liked.. now, loved. Being with Jess made her so happy. She could only hope her mom could find the same happiness. ******************* 6:34 AM, Monday
Port Authority Bus Station "It was nice to see you, Rory," Craig said smiling. Rory nodded and smiled back. "Thanks for having me," Rory replied. She turned to her mom. "Well, I guess it's back to school then." She hugged her mom, holding her for a long time. "Tell him," she whispered into her mom's ear. Lorelai pulled back, her face expressionless, her eyes still. She forced a smile. "Good luck on your finals, Rory." Rory kissed her mom on the cheek and started to walk towards the gates to the bus. "Bye!" She waved at the couple. Smiling, Craig waved his arm, still in a cast, but no longer needing a sling. His good arm was looped around Lorelai's shoulder. A despondent Lorelai waved to her daughter, her face distraught and full of longing… Rory gave them one last look before boarding the bus, wondering how love could make one person so happy and the other so sad… ******************* December
6:24 PM, Friday
Craig's and Lorelai's Apartment "How's the convention?" Lorelai asked and licked her spoon clean. "Boring," Craig sighed over the phone. "Boring, boring…" Lorelai laughed. "I see.. I thought you would find a neurology convention exciting.." "I'm a neurologist and I love what I do, but neurology conventions are .. Pointless and boring," Craig whined. "I'd rather be home with you." Lorelai closed her eyes. "It can't be that bad." "It's that bad." Lorelai forced a laugh. The door bell rang. "Oh! The pizza's here!" She exclaimed, relieved. "Bye," Craig siad mournfully. "I'm just going to sulk in my room." "Aw, don't do that. Go out and have some fun," Lorelai said walking towards the door. "Maybe I'll go play with the human-brain models downstairs," Craig said, sighing. "I'll reassemble them." Lorelai laughed and opened the door. "Okay, bye." "Bye." "Hi, how much is it?" Lorelai asked. The pizza man handed her the box. "Fourteen fifty." When she took out the money from her wallet, he stretched out a flannel-clad arm. Lorelai found herself staring at it dumbly for a few seconds before coming back down to Earth. She handed the money to the confused man and closed the door behind him. Lorelai leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Why was everyone wearing flannel these days? Sighing, she took the box to the coffee table and opened it. "Mmm," She said, breathing in the warm aroma of cheese and tomato sauce. Then she walked over to Craig's movie collection and closed her eyes to pick a random DVD. Without checking the title, she popped the DVD into the player and turned the television on. 'An Affair to Remember,' She thought, reading the credits as the movie started to play. God, everything seemed to be remind her of Luke. Setting her uneaten slice of pizza down, she leaned back on the sofa to watch one of the saddest love stories of time. ******************* 6:53 PM, Friday
San Francisco After speaking with Lorelai on the phone, Craig decided that he might as well venture out into San Francisco. He couldn't find anything to do after he rearranged some of the brain parts in the convention hall. He snickered, imagining how Dr. Goldstein would react when he found out in the morning. 'Too bad Lorelai wasn't here to do it with me,' He thought wistfully. He missed her. Craig was worried about her too. She had seemed to be her usual preppy self for a while, but then she was soon back to her sad self after the Thanksgiving dinner. His mother had absolutely loved her, which made him happy. His sister liked her, his friends thought she was funny. His life couldn't get any better. ******************* 8:14 PM, Friday
Craig's and Lorelai's Apartment Sobbing, Lorelai grabbed the last tissue from Brian, her tissue box. Cary Grant had just walked into Deborah Karr's apartment in the last scene. Just as Cary Grant stormed through the apartment and saw the wheelchair, Lorelai turned the television off. Really, she couldn't stand anymore. Her eyes tearing, she got up from the couch and took the empty ice cream carton and the half full pizza box to the kitchen. As she came back to the living room, her gaze fell upon the telephone. She wanted to call him, she wanted to talk to him.. See him… Lorelai looked at the car keys hanging by the door. 'What if I go there and Linda is there with him?' She thought painfully. She didn't need to see him with another woman. She could call him, but what if Linda picked up the phone? Lorelai looked to the antique roll-up desk in the corner of the room. A letter. She could write him a letter. Sighing, Lorelai sat at the desk and struggled to start the letters. She wasn't exactly the most articulate person in the world, especially with her feelings. She closed her eyes and tried to organize her thoughts. Dear Luke, She wrote.
How are you?
'Uck,' she thought frowning. What was she doing? Writing to her friend from summer camp? He was probably fine anyways, with Linda. She was the one who was miserable and missing him. She crumbled the paper and threw it in the trash can next to the desk. Dear Luke,
Lorelai closed her eyes and started to write.
I can't stop thinking about you…
She opened her eyes. Ah. She couldn't write that out right. What if he got scared? She crumbled the paper and threw it out. Five tries later, she found herself staring at the same two words she had started out with: Dear Luke 'Damnit,' She thought angrily. Writing a letter was too hard. I'm in love with you. The truth, but something she didn't want to write on a letter. She angrily crumbled the paper and threw it in the trash with the others. Lorelai put her head down on the desk and cried. ******************* 8:35 PM, Friday
San Francisco After eating Dim Sum at Yank Sing, Craig had browsed a couple music stores in the area. He had snagged a great 80's mix CD for Lorelai at Amoeba and some punk titles for himself at Aquarius Records. Swinging the plastic bag, he walked up the steep hill to Huntington Hotel. 'San Francisco is beautiful at night,' He thought once up on the hill. He looked down on the brightly lit skyline. 'Lorelai would love it here.' Just as he was about to enter the hotel, his eye caught a bright display in a store. Whistling 'California Dreams', Craig stopped short in front of the Tiffany's store. He peered into the display, admiring the twinkling rings. He had been thinking of proposing for a while now. True, he had only known her for about 9 months, but he was convinced she was the one. Beautiful, funny, smart… His breath caught in his throat whenever he saw her. His gaze fell upon one ring in the middle: the band was made of white gold and the sparkling rock in the middle was enough to make Ben and Jen jealous. It would make quite a hole in his pocket, but only the best was good enough for Lorelai. Smiling, he walked into the store. ******************* 8:46 PM, Friday
Luke's Diner Groaning, Luke got off the bed and walked towards her. Linda glared at him. "I can't believe you," She snapped. "Linda," Luke started. "No," Linda replied, her eyes flashing angrily. "Don't call me." With that, she left the apartment, slamming the door closed behind her. Sighing deeply, Luke sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. It had all started out innocent enough; Linda had come over after work to see him. There hadn't been many customers, so Luke had closed up early so he could spend time with Linda. They went upstairs to his apartment to watch some television. Or so he thought. It seemed that Linda had come with a specific motive. Once the door was closed, Linda had come onto him, full force. Suddenly, they were on the bed. Linda's hands were under his shirt and his were on the small of her back, brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt. And as he kissed her, he'd unconsciously said it: "Lorelai…" She had pulled away from him, her eyes showing a mix of surprise and anger. "What?" She had asked. "Uh," Luke had said, realizing his mistake. He was bad at making up excuses, so he had decided not to try. "You said Lorelai," She had said in an accusing tone. "Who's Lorelai?" "Um.." Luke had looked down at his hands. Now, ten minutes later, he found himself looking down at his hands again. Sighing, Luke stood up from the bed and looked out into the cold December night. Who was he kidding? No matter what he tried, he wouldn't get over her.