Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. 'Hotel Paper' lyrics belong to Michelle Branch

A/N: I this song just screams JJ, so I whipped up a little songfic, enjoy!

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***I write mostly on hotel paper

Knowing that my thoughts will never leave this room

I'd be out of line telling you 'leave her'

So I lie lonely surrounded by you***

Lorelai flopped onto the bed. Life sucks. Here I am in Europe with my daughter, but she's somewhere flirting with some cute French boy. She sure got over Jess fast. I consider my love options. Max. Gone. Forever. Oh well, that went on to long anyway. Alex. Still technically dating him. Need to break up with him. Need to stop leading him on. Luke. Don't think about that Lorelai. He's not yours.

***And lately I can be happy for no one

And they think that I need some time to myself

I try to smile but I can't remember

And I know tomorrow there'll be nothing else***

I do smile. When I'm around him. But I'm not. I'm here, he's probably out in the Caribbean with her. Just thinking about her makes me sick.

***And I

I wanted to be

Giving you everything

That she's not giving

And I

I wanted to see

Cause I didn't believe

What I'd been hearing***

Her. Nicole. The Lawyer. The Anti-Lorelai. She's not right for him. I know it.

***You turn out to be more than I bargained for

And I can't tell that you need to get away

Forgive me if I meant that I loved to love you

We both realise it too late***

I hope you see it. I know I do. I love loving you. I just wish you knew it.

***And I

I wanted to be

Giving you everything

That she's not giving

And I

I wanted to see

Cause I didn't believe

What I'd been hearing***

He's with her right now. For all I know they could be engaged by now. I don't believe it. I can't think about it.

***Maybe this wind blowing in just came from the ocean***

He's on the ocean right now. With her. But it's the same wind. The same air. It's Luke's air. I open the window and smell the air. It makes me feel like I'm home again.

***I write mostly on hotel paper.

And I know check out is always at noon***

I pack my bags. Rory breaks it off with the French boy. I sweep the papers off of the desk before Rory can see them. Just thoughts. My thoughts. About him. Luke. My Luke. I turn in my key and move to our next destination, putting thoughts of Luke behind me. But not far behind.

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