Sorry! I've been so busy, I died my hair and I look like a walking orange
peel! This chapter may be short 2. Thanks for readin'!
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Really?
How could she have been so unaware? Maybe it was the sun that robbed her of her vision.
No.
It was the fact that she wanted to consider it. She wanted Luke to love her.
Only a few minutes had passed since Jess glided suspiciously to "school" right under her nose. School? On a Sunday? What was she on? He wasn't even convincing enough, his words like those of a petrified three year old.
It's time.
Lorelai raised her eyes from the spotted grey concrete and met the middle of the diner door.
+I'm going in.+
As she made her way through the diner she noticed Caesar and waved to him with her usual "How ya doin, it's Sunday and I'm as energized as ever," wave. She didn't want to appear distracted. Star Hollows was like a giant puzzle. If one piece were out of place a flock would gather and try to put it back together.
No one noticed as she swerved around the counter and walked quickly up the stairs. They were all too busy taking part in miniature conversations, to realize that Lorelai Gilmore was being, spontaneous?
Yes.
It was time to unravel the truth.
His "house" was as sloppy as ever. She would never understand how a man whose life practically revolved around organic foods, could create such a mess. Lorelai noticed that Luke's bedroom door was slightly ajar and decided to take a peek.
Whoah!
Did not need to see that.
She felt her face turn royal red as she tried to suppress a fit of giggles.
Luke Danes uncovered.
Literally.
She fell back onto Luke's couch and tried to calm herself down.
So he sleeps in commando.
Unsure of what to do Lorelai stood up and made her way back over to his door, curiosity grasping her.
"Hunh-uhhhh Whose there?" a sleepy voice echoed from inside the room.
Kaput.
"No one," she exclaimed instantly.
Wow.
It was like one of those Winnie the Pooh books, like the one where Rabbit tried to trick Pooh by telling him from inside his rabbit hole, that there was in fact no one home. The only difference being, Luke wasn't made out of stuffing.
Lorelai brushed a strand of hair out of her face and scolded herself silently for being so idiotic.
"Lorelai, is that you?" Luke asked sharply.
"Hmm,'" Lorelai squeaked. He sounded mad. Really mad.
A few seconds later she was pushed backwards as a fully dressed Luke came out of hiding.
"I could have you arrested for this," he growled.
"Okay Mr. Cop,"
"This isn't funny,"
"I never said it was!" Lorelai cried. "It's called invasion of personal space," Luke informed her while sitting down on his couch.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you like me to hang yellow tape around the diner, make sure no one else makes the same mistake?" Lorelai wondered, sarcasm framing her voice.
Luke moved over, recalling the prior nights events. How could they have slipped his mind, even for a few minutes?
"Are you here about what happened last night?" Luke asked sincerely. He brushed a hand through his hair and she watched a very serious expression wash over his face.
"Yeah," Lorelai whispered. If Luke wanted to be serious she would be too. "I'm sorry I the pressure on you like that,"
Luke was about to say something but Lorelai cut in. "I put you on the spot, and I'm sorry. I know that you probably didn't mean what you said. I mean I- I wouldn't expect you too. It was all so rushed and everything, really random too. Jess, ummm he sent me these valentines and um pretended they were from you and I-I believed them, I mean I believed him, I mean-ahh you know what I mean right?"
Lorelai glanced down at her black heels.
"Wow. This is awkward," She admitted.
She observed him cautiously as he sat, arrow straight. She could practically feel the anger surging through his veins. It was catatonic. The type of anger that froze you, hung over you, wouldn't let you budge.
"Luke?"
Nothing.
"Luke, I know how you fe-"
Suddenly he shot up, knocking a bag of unrefined chips off his coffee table.
"How could you possibly know how I feel!? You're not me! Your not the insecure, stupid...uhh stupid no one! You don't cling on to false hopes! I thought that this would be it. The end. And now all of a sudden it's a joke? Don't tell me you know how I feel because you haven't been in love with someone for 17 goddamn years and been too blind to tell her.! You didn't get married for Christ's sake just to fit in with all of the other nobodies! Look at me, I'm still a nobody aren't I?? Do whatever the hell you want..but please don't tell me you know how I feel!"
This is your chance.
To prove him wrong. To prove the one thing that's always been right in your life, wrong.
Lorelai reached for Luke's arms and pulled him up from the couch. Grabbing his face she kissed him passionately, smiling against his lips.
"I know how you feel," she breathed, as they fell onto the couch.
((*@&& ^# ^&Q#(*
Hehehe. Hope you liked it. Should I end here or keep going with this story (I just don't wanna wreck it).
:"()"(::L!"@
Really?
How could she have been so unaware? Maybe it was the sun that robbed her of her vision.
No.
It was the fact that she wanted to consider it. She wanted Luke to love her.
Only a few minutes had passed since Jess glided suspiciously to "school" right under her nose. School? On a Sunday? What was she on? He wasn't even convincing enough, his words like those of a petrified three year old.
It's time.
Lorelai raised her eyes from the spotted grey concrete and met the middle of the diner door.
+I'm going in.+
As she made her way through the diner she noticed Caesar and waved to him with her usual "How ya doin, it's Sunday and I'm as energized as ever," wave. She didn't want to appear distracted. Star Hollows was like a giant puzzle. If one piece were out of place a flock would gather and try to put it back together.
No one noticed as she swerved around the counter and walked quickly up the stairs. They were all too busy taking part in miniature conversations, to realize that Lorelai Gilmore was being, spontaneous?
Yes.
It was time to unravel the truth.
His "house" was as sloppy as ever. She would never understand how a man whose life practically revolved around organic foods, could create such a mess. Lorelai noticed that Luke's bedroom door was slightly ajar and decided to take a peek.
Whoah!
Did not need to see that.
She felt her face turn royal red as she tried to suppress a fit of giggles.
Luke Danes uncovered.
Literally.
She fell back onto Luke's couch and tried to calm herself down.
So he sleeps in commando.
Unsure of what to do Lorelai stood up and made her way back over to his door, curiosity grasping her.
"Hunh-uhhhh Whose there?" a sleepy voice echoed from inside the room.
Kaput.
"No one," she exclaimed instantly.
Wow.
It was like one of those Winnie the Pooh books, like the one where Rabbit tried to trick Pooh by telling him from inside his rabbit hole, that there was in fact no one home. The only difference being, Luke wasn't made out of stuffing.
Lorelai brushed a strand of hair out of her face and scolded herself silently for being so idiotic.
"Lorelai, is that you?" Luke asked sharply.
"Hmm,'" Lorelai squeaked. He sounded mad. Really mad.
A few seconds later she was pushed backwards as a fully dressed Luke came out of hiding.
"I could have you arrested for this," he growled.
"Okay Mr. Cop,"
"This isn't funny,"
"I never said it was!" Lorelai cried. "It's called invasion of personal space," Luke informed her while sitting down on his couch.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you like me to hang yellow tape around the diner, make sure no one else makes the same mistake?" Lorelai wondered, sarcasm framing her voice.
Luke moved over, recalling the prior nights events. How could they have slipped his mind, even for a few minutes?
"Are you here about what happened last night?" Luke asked sincerely. He brushed a hand through his hair and she watched a very serious expression wash over his face.
"Yeah," Lorelai whispered. If Luke wanted to be serious she would be too. "I'm sorry I the pressure on you like that,"
Luke was about to say something but Lorelai cut in. "I put you on the spot, and I'm sorry. I know that you probably didn't mean what you said. I mean I- I wouldn't expect you too. It was all so rushed and everything, really random too. Jess, ummm he sent me these valentines and um pretended they were from you and I-I believed them, I mean I believed him, I mean-ahh you know what I mean right?"
Lorelai glanced down at her black heels.
"Wow. This is awkward," She admitted.
She observed him cautiously as he sat, arrow straight. She could practically feel the anger surging through his veins. It was catatonic. The type of anger that froze you, hung over you, wouldn't let you budge.
"Luke?"
Nothing.
"Luke, I know how you fe-"
Suddenly he shot up, knocking a bag of unrefined chips off his coffee table.
"How could you possibly know how I feel!? You're not me! Your not the insecure, stupid...uhh stupid no one! You don't cling on to false hopes! I thought that this would be it. The end. And now all of a sudden it's a joke? Don't tell me you know how I feel because you haven't been in love with someone for 17 goddamn years and been too blind to tell her.! You didn't get married for Christ's sake just to fit in with all of the other nobodies! Look at me, I'm still a nobody aren't I?? Do whatever the hell you want..but please don't tell me you know how I feel!"
This is your chance.
To prove him wrong. To prove the one thing that's always been right in your life, wrong.
Lorelai reached for Luke's arms and pulled him up from the couch. Grabbing his face she kissed him passionately, smiling against his lips.
"I know how you feel," she breathed, as they fell onto the couch.
((*@&& ^# ^&Q#(*
Hehehe. Hope you liked it. Should I end here or keep going with this story (I just don't wanna wreck it).