Hope ya liked chapter 1, here's the next chapter!
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"Hey, hey, set me free, stupid cupid stop picking on me-uh hey, hey I don't know the rest of the words," Lorelai sang to herself. She didn't always sing about freaky cupids, but it was Valentines Day, and she was wired because she'd gotten time off work.
" Hey Rory! It's mom, just callin to say Happy Valentines Day and oh, count your cards!" her voice echoed into the telephone. Lorelai glanced at her watch.
7:37.
Rory was most likely at breakfast entertaining her, as she put it "stupid friend Paris," who was very self involved and stuck up.
"Poor kid," Lorelai said through a mouthful of strawberry jam coated toast.
She usually didn't wake up until 10ish on non-working days, instead choosing to have a wrestling match with her alarm clock, but today a festive rerun of Sex and the City was on at 8:00.
Damn.
Friday night!
Dinner with the 'rents.
Lorelai had figured she'd just play her single mom card, hit the nearest bar, maybe drag Sookie along, and dance to some corny romance songs. Or call Jason, her ex, and leave multiple nasty messages on his answering machine. But no-o.
She was all booked up. Destined to spend a night of small talk, chowing down microscopic pastries and bickering with her mother.
Maybe, it wasn't that bad. Free food, wasn't that bad.
The doorbell rang, suddenly, and Lorelai dropped her toast.
"Splat," it fell on the tile floor and left a sticky, red print.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Lorelai cried as she rushed to the front door. She then opened it with her jam hands.
"Oh, hi Babette," Lorelai greeted.
"Hiya doll,"
"Happy Valentines Day!"
"Uh- you too hun," Babette let herself in, seemingly preoccupied.
"What's up?" Lorelai wondered.
"Have you seen our outdoor garbage can doll face? Ohh I'm so confused, because ya know Morey, fool that he is,"
Lorelai nodded her head, although, she had no clue where Babette was going with her accusation.
"I mean I do love him and all, it's just when he took it out last night, I think maybe it was so dark that he forgot where he put it, see where I'm goin' hun?"
"Maybe someone stole it," Lorelai implied, casually licking jam off her hand.
She didn't like to get in on the town gossip because usually a sentence like "maybe someone stole it," would be changed into "Maybe Luke stole Lorelai's bra," by the time it was all the way through the grape vine. It seemed that the two of them were often a hot topic in the Star Hollows chat room. But Babette did seem pretty desperate, and pretty antsy.
"Now, who in their right mind would steal a garbage can?"
"Uh-Jess!" Lorelai remarked. Wasn't it dead obvious?
"Dangit, that kid's back in town?"
"Hmm," Lorelai nodded.
"But honey do you really think he's desperate enough to steal a bunch of trash?" Babette asked as she brushed a long strand of hair out of her face.
"Babette, you do know we are talking about, Jess. Remember Jess- stole your pink flamingos, stole a bunch of your petunias, stole-"
"Jesus Christ, honey why didn't his parents just send him to jail when he couldn't walk?"
"Beyond me,"
Babette pulled a heart shaped piece of paper out of her pocket. "Right, I found this at the side of your porch, I think you'd be interested in looking at it,"
"Thanks-" Lorelai smiled.
"No problem doll, thanks for all your help," Babette chimed as she made her way out into the crisp winter air.
Lorelai walked into her living room. Knock on wood, fingers crossed, she prayed to god there was nothing suggestive on the paper.
Just like before it was the same faded colour of red.
Lonely red.
Except this time it was cut in a rather disoriented way.
Kindergarten construction paper.
;;I Serve you coffee, although I'm sure many do, but none of the others, have hearts so true.
If you would like me to take off my mask, I ask you to take part in one simple task.
Please meet me by Luke's diner at ten, If you do not approve of me I will amend.
I promise you my love is white, so come to me this very night.
L.D.
Shivers ran down Lorelai's back. She was beginning to become genuinely worried.
L.D.
They probably weren't someone's real initials, that would make the situation much too obvious.
L.D.
Limbo dance, nah- too sketchy.
Large dick-hah.
Lenny Davis, don't know him.
Luke Danes.
Luke Danes?
Couldn't be could it?
Luke would never write poetry to proclaim his true love, Luke would never write poetry period. But, he had been looking at her kinda funny the last couple days. Maybe it was longing that danced in his eyes, but Lorelai really couldn't see Luke as the longing type of guy.
But then there was the hat, and the whole "where'd you get that?" thing.
Playing hardball obviously.
Plus Luke was the construction paper type, and maybe, just maybe the season had persuaded him into writing some dainty little prose.
Luke Danes.
Almost as unpredictable as Valentine's Day itself.
!~~!!{:[
"Hey, hey, set me free, stupid cupid stop picking on me-uh hey, hey I don't know the rest of the words," Lorelai sang to herself. She didn't always sing about freaky cupids, but it was Valentines Day, and she was wired because she'd gotten time off work.
" Hey Rory! It's mom, just callin to say Happy Valentines Day and oh, count your cards!" her voice echoed into the telephone. Lorelai glanced at her watch.
7:37.
Rory was most likely at breakfast entertaining her, as she put it "stupid friend Paris," who was very self involved and stuck up.
"Poor kid," Lorelai said through a mouthful of strawberry jam coated toast.
She usually didn't wake up until 10ish on non-working days, instead choosing to have a wrestling match with her alarm clock, but today a festive rerun of Sex and the City was on at 8:00.
Damn.
Friday night!
Dinner with the 'rents.
Lorelai had figured she'd just play her single mom card, hit the nearest bar, maybe drag Sookie along, and dance to some corny romance songs. Or call Jason, her ex, and leave multiple nasty messages on his answering machine. But no-o.
She was all booked up. Destined to spend a night of small talk, chowing down microscopic pastries and bickering with her mother.
Maybe, it wasn't that bad. Free food, wasn't that bad.
The doorbell rang, suddenly, and Lorelai dropped her toast.
"Splat," it fell on the tile floor and left a sticky, red print.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Lorelai cried as she rushed to the front door. She then opened it with her jam hands.
"Oh, hi Babette," Lorelai greeted.
"Hiya doll,"
"Happy Valentines Day!"
"Uh- you too hun," Babette let herself in, seemingly preoccupied.
"What's up?" Lorelai wondered.
"Have you seen our outdoor garbage can doll face? Ohh I'm so confused, because ya know Morey, fool that he is,"
Lorelai nodded her head, although, she had no clue where Babette was going with her accusation.
"I mean I do love him and all, it's just when he took it out last night, I think maybe it was so dark that he forgot where he put it, see where I'm goin' hun?"
"Maybe someone stole it," Lorelai implied, casually licking jam off her hand.
She didn't like to get in on the town gossip because usually a sentence like "maybe someone stole it," would be changed into "Maybe Luke stole Lorelai's bra," by the time it was all the way through the grape vine. It seemed that the two of them were often a hot topic in the Star Hollows chat room. But Babette did seem pretty desperate, and pretty antsy.
"Now, who in their right mind would steal a garbage can?"
"Uh-Jess!" Lorelai remarked. Wasn't it dead obvious?
"Dangit, that kid's back in town?"
"Hmm," Lorelai nodded.
"But honey do you really think he's desperate enough to steal a bunch of trash?" Babette asked as she brushed a long strand of hair out of her face.
"Babette, you do know we are talking about, Jess. Remember Jess- stole your pink flamingos, stole a bunch of your petunias, stole-"
"Jesus Christ, honey why didn't his parents just send him to jail when he couldn't walk?"
"Beyond me,"
Babette pulled a heart shaped piece of paper out of her pocket. "Right, I found this at the side of your porch, I think you'd be interested in looking at it,"
"Thanks-" Lorelai smiled.
"No problem doll, thanks for all your help," Babette chimed as she made her way out into the crisp winter air.
Lorelai walked into her living room. Knock on wood, fingers crossed, she prayed to god there was nothing suggestive on the paper.
Just like before it was the same faded colour of red.
Lonely red.
Except this time it was cut in a rather disoriented way.
Kindergarten construction paper.
;;I Serve you coffee, although I'm sure many do, but none of the others, have hearts so true.
If you would like me to take off my mask, I ask you to take part in one simple task.
Please meet me by Luke's diner at ten, If you do not approve of me I will amend.
I promise you my love is white, so come to me this very night.
L.D.
Shivers ran down Lorelai's back. She was beginning to become genuinely worried.
L.D.
They probably weren't someone's real initials, that would make the situation much too obvious.
L.D.
Limbo dance, nah- too sketchy.
Large dick-hah.
Lenny Davis, don't know him.
Luke Danes.
Luke Danes?
Couldn't be could it?
Luke would never write poetry to proclaim his true love, Luke would never write poetry period. But, he had been looking at her kinda funny the last couple days. Maybe it was longing that danced in his eyes, but Lorelai really couldn't see Luke as the longing type of guy.
But then there was the hat, and the whole "where'd you get that?" thing.
Playing hardball obviously.
Plus Luke was the construction paper type, and maybe, just maybe the season had persuaded him into writing some dainty little prose.
Luke Danes.
Almost as unpredictable as Valentine's Day itself.