I don't know how to keep thoughts in italics so I'm just putting plusses
instead! Enjoy.
Luke heard the angry banging, coming from downstairs.
"Damn you Jess," he muttered to himself.
He slowly pulled on a worn t-shirt and grabbed the flashlight, which he kept hidden by his bed. Luke didn't want anyone to know that he was a bit of a, baby?
"Nah,"
Like everyone else he had insecurities, his fear of the dark although was definitely something to keep on the "down low".
He steadied himself with the banister as he stepped down the stairs. Jess always made a habit of forgetting his keys. It was almost as if it were an addiction. He walked silently across the floor and groaned when he knocked a stool over, trapping his leg.
+Is this how my life is destined to be?+
+Trippin over my own stools.+
+The obstacles.+
+I've built them for myself.+
He noticed now, as the dim light flaring out of his flashlight met the face of his disturber, that it wasn't Jess. The face he saw was that of a woman. Tear stained, and cold looking, but recognizable. The one face he had burned into his memory.
"Lorelai?" She was shivering. He watched helplessly as a mass of tears flooded her face.
"I can't believe you..." she managed, practically falling into the dark diner.
"Huh?" Luke was taken aback. What was Lorelai doing at his diner so late? He'd finally made an effort to get the sleep he needed, yet now he was disturbed by a seemingly distressed Lorelai? Luke stepped back instinctively and watched as she pointed an accusing finger at him.
"What?" Luke asked offensively.
"I know it was you, don't try to deny it. Uhhh the nerve! You were so close Luke, so damn close!" The moon cast through the window, and lighted the room with its mysterious glow. Luke shook his head, making sure that they're eyes didn't meet. He casually pulled the stool that he had tripped over closer to the infuriated women, and gestured to it.
"Are you okay?" he wondered in his nice guy voice.
+How can I be okay?+
+So frustrated of pretending that I don't know the truth.+
+When I do.+
+I can't hide anymore.+
+It's clear as ice.+
"Okay? Does it look like I'm okay?" Lorelai yelled knocking the chair once again to the floor.
Crack.
It broke noisily, pieces flying everywhere. And the familiar sound chilled her to the bone.
She couldn't believe herself. She'd never hurt Luke before, not intentionally, but as the chair fell, the white of the moon silhouetting it's exterior, she thought that perhaps there was another crack, a deeper crack, which she hadn't heard.
"Oh, Luke I'm sorry," Lorelai cried, breaking down, hot water gushing into the palms of her hands. "I didn't mean to,"
"That's alright," Luke told her, still confused.
"I-I guess I just built up all these hopes. Because I thought, I thought it would be important to you. I thought that I'd come here, and run into your arms and you'd tell me you loved me...and I'd be content, because it would all be real. Not just a dream, where a flannel shirt daddy speaks to my stomach. Not a movie moment; where the girl in the cute rain jacket kicks her leg up as they kiss in the rain,,, but real,"
"I wish I knew what you were talking about," Luke sighed. Maybe he was dreaming. Or maybe Lorelai was drunk. He pinched himself and let out a tiny yelp as he realized nothing had happened.
"Oh god, Luke please stop," Lorelai whined. She couldn't believe him. Luke always made an effort to be completely honest. She was hurting, and he wouldn't even let it go? Let the false hopes go. That maybe one day he'd have the courage to ask her to dance. But then it would be to late. The music wouldn't be playing anymore. He couldn't drag her along in his scheme, he couldn't marionette her anymore, like it was his choice.
"Just tell me you love me," Lorelai whispered, reaching for his hand. "And then I'll go,"
Luke stared at her, in shock. His eyes glued open. And then he got it. She'd figured him out. After 17 years of darting his eyes, of changing conversation, of being the knight but never receiving a prize, she'd figured him out.
"I-I love you," he admitted.
And just as she had promised she disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but a jingle, as the door shut.
More to come!
Luke heard the angry banging, coming from downstairs.
"Damn you Jess," he muttered to himself.
He slowly pulled on a worn t-shirt and grabbed the flashlight, which he kept hidden by his bed. Luke didn't want anyone to know that he was a bit of a, baby?
"Nah,"
Like everyone else he had insecurities, his fear of the dark although was definitely something to keep on the "down low".
He steadied himself with the banister as he stepped down the stairs. Jess always made a habit of forgetting his keys. It was almost as if it were an addiction. He walked silently across the floor and groaned when he knocked a stool over, trapping his leg.
+Is this how my life is destined to be?+
+Trippin over my own stools.+
+The obstacles.+
+I've built them for myself.+
He noticed now, as the dim light flaring out of his flashlight met the face of his disturber, that it wasn't Jess. The face he saw was that of a woman. Tear stained, and cold looking, but recognizable. The one face he had burned into his memory.
"Lorelai?" She was shivering. He watched helplessly as a mass of tears flooded her face.
"I can't believe you..." she managed, practically falling into the dark diner.
"Huh?" Luke was taken aback. What was Lorelai doing at his diner so late? He'd finally made an effort to get the sleep he needed, yet now he was disturbed by a seemingly distressed Lorelai? Luke stepped back instinctively and watched as she pointed an accusing finger at him.
"What?" Luke asked offensively.
"I know it was you, don't try to deny it. Uhhh the nerve! You were so close Luke, so damn close!" The moon cast through the window, and lighted the room with its mysterious glow. Luke shook his head, making sure that they're eyes didn't meet. He casually pulled the stool that he had tripped over closer to the infuriated women, and gestured to it.
"Are you okay?" he wondered in his nice guy voice.
+How can I be okay?+
+So frustrated of pretending that I don't know the truth.+
+When I do.+
+I can't hide anymore.+
+It's clear as ice.+
"Okay? Does it look like I'm okay?" Lorelai yelled knocking the chair once again to the floor.
Crack.
It broke noisily, pieces flying everywhere. And the familiar sound chilled her to the bone.
She couldn't believe herself. She'd never hurt Luke before, not intentionally, but as the chair fell, the white of the moon silhouetting it's exterior, she thought that perhaps there was another crack, a deeper crack, which she hadn't heard.
"Oh, Luke I'm sorry," Lorelai cried, breaking down, hot water gushing into the palms of her hands. "I didn't mean to,"
"That's alright," Luke told her, still confused.
"I-I guess I just built up all these hopes. Because I thought, I thought it would be important to you. I thought that I'd come here, and run into your arms and you'd tell me you loved me...and I'd be content, because it would all be real. Not just a dream, where a flannel shirt daddy speaks to my stomach. Not a movie moment; where the girl in the cute rain jacket kicks her leg up as they kiss in the rain,,, but real,"
"I wish I knew what you were talking about," Luke sighed. Maybe he was dreaming. Or maybe Lorelai was drunk. He pinched himself and let out a tiny yelp as he realized nothing had happened.
"Oh god, Luke please stop," Lorelai whined. She couldn't believe him. Luke always made an effort to be completely honest. She was hurting, and he wouldn't even let it go? Let the false hopes go. That maybe one day he'd have the courage to ask her to dance. But then it would be to late. The music wouldn't be playing anymore. He couldn't drag her along in his scheme, he couldn't marionette her anymore, like it was his choice.
"Just tell me you love me," Lorelai whispered, reaching for his hand. "And then I'll go,"
Luke stared at her, in shock. His eyes glued open. And then he got it. She'd figured him out. After 17 years of darting his eyes, of changing conversation, of being the knight but never receiving a prize, she'd figured him out.
"I-I love you," he admitted.
And just as she had promised she disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but a jingle, as the door shut.
More to come!