Author's note: Hey! This is a Valentine's Day fic. It's kinda weird at
first but don't worry, everything will make sense in the end. It may be
hard to follow. This story takes place when Rory is at Yale and Jess has
come back to stay with Luke. It is also from Lorelai's point of view. O and
I won't be updating a lot cause I've got a ton of schoolwork, but knock on
wood it will be finished by Valentines Day. Thanx for reading!
~~~~~ It was a simple, red scrap of paper, the kind that looked dusty when it was wet, and it said her name on it.
L, for lovely, how you look everyday.
"Great I've got a stalker,"
O, you are the only one I see.
"And oh my god they suck at poetry,"
It went on and on just like that, 7 times over. "Stupid long name!" Lorelai murmured to herself. She was surprised that she hadn't burst out laughing and sprayed coffee all over her surprisingly tidy kitchen table. "Soooo I've got some cheesed up secret admirer- cheers to valentines day!" She exclaimed towards her burnt out fireplace. Valentines Day was actually tomorrow, the 14th, a day later then the 13th, thank god, because this year it fell on a Friday. She could just see it now. A multitude of teenage girls in those little white pleated skirts, prancing around because they received 11 cards, instead of 10, like last year. And then- there was Rory. Miss Original. Too busy studying to even bother counting her cards, and she probably received more then all the other girls combined- after all she was blessed with her mother's good looks.
Onto the matter at hand.
The early, mysterious, Valentine.
No 12 red roses.
No chocolates with previously unknown coconut filling.
No slutty lingerie.
Just a minute piece of paper the colour of the devil.
Plain and simple.
Lorelai was peeking out her window now as she viewed Kirk, the man of many new jobs, pull a blue baseball cap out of her mailbox, as he placed a few assorted envelopes in it's place. Lorelai soared out of her front door, her housecoat trailing behind her. "Kirk-" she said quickly, "Whatcha doin?' Kirk lifted his head mechanically and looked straight into her eyes, he then began his classical ramble.
"You have Luke's hat in your mailbox, are you aware that you have Luke's hat in your mail box?"
Lorelai giggled, and replied in a sarcastic tone, "Are you aware that you just repeated yourself,"
"Yes, very aware,"
"Good,"
With that he was gone, his silver scooter leaving its mark down the road. As well as being the man of many new jobs, Kirk was also the man of very many new and original transportation devices.
Lorelai examined the cap, which she held.
A typical baseball cap, worn around the edges, smelt like- mailbox.
"Logical," Lorelai muttered.
Also a very familiar baseball cap, right, Luke's baseball cap.
~~??----)))))
"Heylo!" Lorelai exclaimed as she sauntered into the diner.
Completely deserted.
"Luke, are you decorating the diner with boiled eggs again?" Lorelai wondered. Absent-mindedly she stuck her head over the front corner to see what Luke was up to. Luke stood up abruptly, unaware of the curious customer, and her chin landed right on his left shoulder blade.
"Ow-" Luke groaned. "Boiled eggs, what are you talking about? I have NEVER decorated with boiled eggs,"
"Well maybe you should," Lorelai beamed. She perched down on the nearest stool and Luke chuckled to himself.
"And why would that be?"
"C'mon Luke, this place is like the Arabian Desert, without the sand- Oh sand, good idea!"
"I' m not giving you coffee," Luke stated, referring to how hyperactive she already seemed.
"Luke-" Lorelai whined with puppy eyes. He had to given in eventually, after all he was diseased with the "gotta make Lorelai Gilmore Happy," syndrome. Luke shook his head as shuffled a bunch of menus. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top,"
"I hate cherries,"
"Pretty please, with a banana on top and strawberry whipped cream, and RAINBOW sprinkles," Lorelai flashed her cutest smile at him, but he still would not surrender.
"That's inventive," Luke complimented grumpily.
"Thankyou," Lorelai stood up and mimicked a very elegant curtsy.
"You're insane," Luke chuckled.
"And you're a grouch,"
"Right,"
"A grouch who owes me coffee,'
"I'm not giving you coffee!' Luke protested.
"Then I'm not givin' you your baseball cap," Lorelai smirked. An expression of pure confusion crossed Luke's face.
"How did you get that?" he inquired, placing the menus on the counter.
"I have my sources," Lorelai was still a bit unsure about how she did "get that". Maybe Luke had dropped it outside the diner and some random kid had decided to abandon it in the most convenient place. Ah- who knew?
----
Jess made his way down the stairs, sporting his "I'm a bad ass" skull and cross bones shirt. He peered over the mahogany doorframe, and noticed his uncle chatting with Lorelai Gilmore.
A.K.A his current victim.
So the teachers at school thought they could bust him for not going to class, and Luke thought he could bust him for hiding girls in his closet.
Well, no one could bust him for playing matchmaker. It wasn't like he enjoyed setting people up, too girly, and not quite his style. It was just that he was kind off pissed at his uncle for being too chicken to go for gold, and figured if he wasn't going to make his true feelings known, Jess would for him.
"Put it on," Jess dared Lorelai as he strolled over to stand beside her.
"Hunh?" Luke grunted.
"Put the cap on," he pierced Lorelai with his eyes.
Lorelai appeared dumbfounded and puzzled.
"C'mon, or I'll make ya take it all off," Jess announced, gesturing to her clothes.
Luke turned multiple shades of red when Jess said this. "Go back upstairs, right now, young man!" he yelled pointing to the staircase.
"Get a life," Jess sighed and returned reluctantly to his room.
"Sorry about that," Luke said sincerely.
"Still a bad ass I see,"
"Yep, still a bad ass."
~~~~~ It was a simple, red scrap of paper, the kind that looked dusty when it was wet, and it said her name on it.
L, for lovely, how you look everyday.
"Great I've got a stalker,"
O, you are the only one I see.
"And oh my god they suck at poetry,"
It went on and on just like that, 7 times over. "Stupid long name!" Lorelai murmured to herself. She was surprised that she hadn't burst out laughing and sprayed coffee all over her surprisingly tidy kitchen table. "Soooo I've got some cheesed up secret admirer- cheers to valentines day!" She exclaimed towards her burnt out fireplace. Valentines Day was actually tomorrow, the 14th, a day later then the 13th, thank god, because this year it fell on a Friday. She could just see it now. A multitude of teenage girls in those little white pleated skirts, prancing around because they received 11 cards, instead of 10, like last year. And then- there was Rory. Miss Original. Too busy studying to even bother counting her cards, and she probably received more then all the other girls combined- after all she was blessed with her mother's good looks.
Onto the matter at hand.
The early, mysterious, Valentine.
No 12 red roses.
No chocolates with previously unknown coconut filling.
No slutty lingerie.
Just a minute piece of paper the colour of the devil.
Plain and simple.
Lorelai was peeking out her window now as she viewed Kirk, the man of many new jobs, pull a blue baseball cap out of her mailbox, as he placed a few assorted envelopes in it's place. Lorelai soared out of her front door, her housecoat trailing behind her. "Kirk-" she said quickly, "Whatcha doin?' Kirk lifted his head mechanically and looked straight into her eyes, he then began his classical ramble.
"You have Luke's hat in your mailbox, are you aware that you have Luke's hat in your mail box?"
Lorelai giggled, and replied in a sarcastic tone, "Are you aware that you just repeated yourself,"
"Yes, very aware,"
"Good,"
With that he was gone, his silver scooter leaving its mark down the road. As well as being the man of many new jobs, Kirk was also the man of very many new and original transportation devices.
Lorelai examined the cap, which she held.
A typical baseball cap, worn around the edges, smelt like- mailbox.
"Logical," Lorelai muttered.
Also a very familiar baseball cap, right, Luke's baseball cap.
~~??----)))))
"Heylo!" Lorelai exclaimed as she sauntered into the diner.
Completely deserted.
"Luke, are you decorating the diner with boiled eggs again?" Lorelai wondered. Absent-mindedly she stuck her head over the front corner to see what Luke was up to. Luke stood up abruptly, unaware of the curious customer, and her chin landed right on his left shoulder blade.
"Ow-" Luke groaned. "Boiled eggs, what are you talking about? I have NEVER decorated with boiled eggs,"
"Well maybe you should," Lorelai beamed. She perched down on the nearest stool and Luke chuckled to himself.
"And why would that be?"
"C'mon Luke, this place is like the Arabian Desert, without the sand- Oh sand, good idea!"
"I' m not giving you coffee," Luke stated, referring to how hyperactive she already seemed.
"Luke-" Lorelai whined with puppy eyes. He had to given in eventually, after all he was diseased with the "gotta make Lorelai Gilmore Happy," syndrome. Luke shook his head as shuffled a bunch of menus. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top,"
"I hate cherries,"
"Pretty please, with a banana on top and strawberry whipped cream, and RAINBOW sprinkles," Lorelai flashed her cutest smile at him, but he still would not surrender.
"That's inventive," Luke complimented grumpily.
"Thankyou," Lorelai stood up and mimicked a very elegant curtsy.
"You're insane," Luke chuckled.
"And you're a grouch,"
"Right,"
"A grouch who owes me coffee,'
"I'm not giving you coffee!' Luke protested.
"Then I'm not givin' you your baseball cap," Lorelai smirked. An expression of pure confusion crossed Luke's face.
"How did you get that?" he inquired, placing the menus on the counter.
"I have my sources," Lorelai was still a bit unsure about how she did "get that". Maybe Luke had dropped it outside the diner and some random kid had decided to abandon it in the most convenient place. Ah- who knew?
----
Jess made his way down the stairs, sporting his "I'm a bad ass" skull and cross bones shirt. He peered over the mahogany doorframe, and noticed his uncle chatting with Lorelai Gilmore.
A.K.A his current victim.
So the teachers at school thought they could bust him for not going to class, and Luke thought he could bust him for hiding girls in his closet.
Well, no one could bust him for playing matchmaker. It wasn't like he enjoyed setting people up, too girly, and not quite his style. It was just that he was kind off pissed at his uncle for being too chicken to go for gold, and figured if he wasn't going to make his true feelings known, Jess would for him.
"Put it on," Jess dared Lorelai as he strolled over to stand beside her.
"Hunh?" Luke grunted.
"Put the cap on," he pierced Lorelai with his eyes.
Lorelai appeared dumbfounded and puzzled.
"C'mon, or I'll make ya take it all off," Jess announced, gesturing to her clothes.
Luke turned multiple shades of red when Jess said this. "Go back upstairs, right now, young man!" he yelled pointing to the staircase.
"Get a life," Jess sighed and returned reluctantly to his room.
"Sorry about that," Luke said sincerely.
"Still a bad ass I see,"
"Yep, still a bad ass."