She could be talking crap.but even if she were he wouldn't have know what
to say.
So he just stood there, his eyes begging her to take it back.
But she didn't.
She only lay down on the couch, drained of her energy, and almost haunted him with her glossy stare.
Luke headed for the door, a swaggering Lorelai trailing him.
"Don't go Luke," she whispered helplessly, as if surrendering. She sounded the most real she had since their encounter began. Real enough so that he almost believed her.
The door slammed in her face, and she stumbled back.
A river flowed down her face.
She collapsed on the couch,
And waited until she was enveloped by a restless sleep. -----------
Lorelai woke up to a natural light brightening the room.
Her head pounded.
Coffee.
What she really needed was a hot, wakening cup of coffee.
"Luke's has coffee," she told a china cat perched on the fireplace.
She glanced at her watch.
6:38.
Fortunately Luke was an early bird, probably tried to catch reruns of sports games at the crack of dawn, before he started his day.
Lorelai bounded up the stairs, feeling as if her head might explode any minute.
Aspirins, aspirins, ASPIRINS.
It suddenly clicked.
"Dammit!" she shouted, throwing the medicine on the floor.
The container cracked and little, white pills escaped their prison one-by one, and rolled along the tile floor in confusion.
The phone in her bedroom rang.
Who would call at 7:00 in the morning?
More coming, I've got the whole plot line worked out now, hope you are in suspense!
So he just stood there, his eyes begging her to take it back.
But she didn't.
She only lay down on the couch, drained of her energy, and almost haunted him with her glossy stare.
Luke headed for the door, a swaggering Lorelai trailing him.
"Don't go Luke," she whispered helplessly, as if surrendering. She sounded the most real she had since their encounter began. Real enough so that he almost believed her.
The door slammed in her face, and she stumbled back.
A river flowed down her face.
She collapsed on the couch,
And waited until she was enveloped by a restless sleep. -----------
Lorelai woke up to a natural light brightening the room.
Her head pounded.
Coffee.
What she really needed was a hot, wakening cup of coffee.
"Luke's has coffee," she told a china cat perched on the fireplace.
She glanced at her watch.
6:38.
Fortunately Luke was an early bird, probably tried to catch reruns of sports games at the crack of dawn, before he started his day.
Lorelai bounded up the stairs, feeling as if her head might explode any minute.
Aspirins, aspirins, ASPIRINS.
It suddenly clicked.
"Dammit!" she shouted, throwing the medicine on the floor.
The container cracked and little, white pills escaped their prison one-by one, and rolled along the tile floor in confusion.
The phone in her bedroom rang.
Who would call at 7:00 in the morning?
More coming, I've got the whole plot line worked out now, hope you are in suspense!