Authors Note: So my surgery went well. I feel like it's been forever since I put that last chapter up... I've had some trouble writing this chapter though. I guess my brain just isn't functioning due to Gilmore girl withdrawal. So while I wait for my pizza to arrive, I'll finish this chapter and get me some coffee while I listen to Sam Phillips. I say you can't beat that. – Instead of boring you with a long authors note like I did last time, I'll get on with the sho…story. :D
Also… it seems to me as I write, that most of the story will take place at The Crap Shack [Rory/Lorelai's house] and Luke's. As I keep going, the locations may expand. But as of now, it's just easier this way. :D I hope this chapter is liked.
Disclaimer: if I owned them, wouldn't you think my ideas would be on the show?
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It was dark as I walked the streets of Stars Hollow. I stopped across the street from Luke's and looked through the windows. It was dark inside, but I could see the outline of a person at the counter. I grinned, crossing the street, lightly knocking on the door. The figure made their way over, letting me into the dark diner.
"Hi," I said, nervous.
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
"Just out for a stroll."
"It's dark out."
"I don't think I'll get kidnapped."
"You still shouldn't be walking the streets at night."
"So what do you recommend?"
"Personally, I would recommend you stay here." The man made his way over to me, gently placing my hand in his own. My breath caught in my throat when his skin touched mine.
"Really?" I managed to get out.
"Really." He came closer to me, placing his lips upon mine. "I love you, Rory."
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"Hey, rat! Wake up. It's coffee time." I groaned, pulling my covers over my head. That dream… I would figure it had been Luke. I had had dreams about him before, but we always made it to his apartment before he declared his love for me. Maybe he just couldn't wait in this dream. Normally I see flashes of flannel, or at least coffee is mentioned in the dreams. The man in this dream though… he was mysterious. I don't know who it could've been besides Luke though.
"Rory, please. I'm begging you! Get up. I'm going to become really cranky if we don't get going. Coffee is a must as of now. We ran out, therefore I can't make any here in our home." Mom barged into my room, pulling my covers off of me. "Up. Now."
"Slave driver." I grunted, getting out of bed.
"I love you too."
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Mom rambled on as I sat there drinking my coffee. I didn't even know what she was talking about now. I was tired and lost in my thoughts. Occasionally I'd nod, throw in a chuckle when I saw her laugh, or a 'hum…' just to muse her.
"-And Michel ran off, ranting in French about some couple that asked about special honeymoon goodies. If you get what I mean by goodies."
"Hey Rory. Are you alive?" I was startled by the husky voice that belonged to the man refilling my cup. I blushed.
"Yeah. Just a little tired."
"Hey, where's your hat today?" Mom asked Luke.
"Jess hid it." He grunted. I giggled.
"It's about time." Mom mumbled under her breath.
"Why is it about time?" Luke turned to her.
"I hope he burns them." She continued.
"Well, I'm not one for arson." Jess walked in from outside.
"That's hard to believe." Luke muttered. I giggled, turning to see Jess walk behind the counter, pulling a book from his back pocket. So he reads, looks like more than "not much."
"Lucas, coffee." Mom ordered. He rolled his eyes, going to get a fresh pot. She grinned at me, raising her eyebrows. "I love getting what I want." I smiled.
"Unless you don't get what you want." I said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Who would deny me of anything?" She gasped.
"Me."
"You would do that to your darling mother?"
"Maybe; unless…" I trailed off.
"Unless what?" I smiled, looking out the window. "Unless what Rory? Come on, tell mommy." I shrugged. I really had nothing to say, I just loved doing this to her.
"Nothing." I sang, grinning widely.
"What's she whining over this time?" Luke asked as he poured the coffee into mom's cup, his eyes on me. I shrugged. God, I was melting under his gaze. He has beautiful eyes. I noticed he shaved this morning. I wonder what the special occasion is. My eyes became large over the thought of him having a date. He can't have a date. And no hat… maybe Jess didn't steal it.
"Is there anything special happening tonight, Luke?" I asked. He glanced at mom, his body stiffening.
"Why?" He asked.
"Well, besides the missing hat, you look…" I thought for a moment, hot; sexy; no, can't say any of those. "Nicer than usual."
"Oh well… I shaved."
"You only shave when there's something special going on."
"Maybe he just felt like shaving today." Mom went to his defense. I looked at her before continuing my interrogation.
"Well… um…" Luke looked at mom again.
"Maybe a date?" My voice shook. He looked back at me, then back at mom with pleading eyes. Mom sighed.
"Rory, don't get mad… We should've told you sooner. Um," Mom glanced at Luke before continuing, "Me and Luke… uh… Luke and I have um… been secretly dating." Luke and mom? Dating? No, this has to be some kind of joke.
I sat the stunned, "Oh."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. But it was new and we didn't want people making a big deal of it." I nodded. I didn't know what else to do. My face burned; there was a knot in my chest. I felt like I was going to cry. This can't be happening.
