Last chapter! If u liked it I'll write more similar stories...Plusses in this
chapter symbolize flashbacks. The flashbacks may be confusing if you
haven't seen or read about the episodes, but they are from the actual show.
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"What are we doing?" Luke sighed hopelessly, pushing a disheveled Lorelai off of him.
"Well...whatever it is, it's good," she contemplated. She dived in for another kiss but Luke stopped her midway.
"It's us," he tried. Lorelai watched, as his eyes seemed to deepen.
It's us.
"Us" is what he has always wanted.
Isn't it?
What a rocket scientist.
Lorelai smirked. She watched him as he rubbed his chin, thinking.
Just a little boy with tangled emotions. The boy who can't deal with anything more or less then normal.
Luke.
"Can't it be awkward, but nice too?" Lorelai wondered.
If only she knew that in his world awkward and weird never fit together.
He observed her as she buttoned up her blouse.
All she wanted was the fun and games, but when the taxes came she'd run and hide. He felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn't want to be just another toy put back on the shelf when she was done playing.
"Were friends," Luke shifted nervously from foot to foot.
"Oh,"
How did he manage to communicate so much with so little? A passing stranger would have figured out that the two were on buddy -buddy terms, but when Luke said it Lorelai felt her heart skip a beat. They were friends. But if this stranger had only passed by, he may have come to the conclusion that the relationship ended there. Because he wouldn't have known about all of the moments they had shared which had eventually entwined their souls, in a cruel silence. They had fallen in love.
********LORELAI: Please, Luke. Please, please, please. LUKE: How many cups have you had this morning? LORELAI: None. LUKE: Plus... LORELAI: Five, but yours is better. LUKE: You have a problem. LORELAI: Yes, I do. [Luke fills her cup] LUKE: Junkie. LORELAI: Angel. You've got wings, baby*********** Lorelai smiled to herself at the thought. The good ol' days some would say, when things were less complicated. But did less complicated really translate to teaching a squirmy little kid the abc's and searching frantically for a job? Not in this life time.
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"What are we doing?" Luke sighed hopelessly, pushing a disheveled Lorelai off of him.
"Well...whatever it is, it's good," she contemplated. She dived in for another kiss but Luke stopped her midway.
"It's us," he tried. Lorelai watched, as his eyes seemed to deepen.
It's us.
"Us" is what he has always wanted.
Isn't it?
What a rocket scientist.
Lorelai smirked. She watched him as he rubbed his chin, thinking.
Just a little boy with tangled emotions. The boy who can't deal with anything more or less then normal.
Luke.
"Can't it be awkward, but nice too?" Lorelai wondered.
If only she knew that in his world awkward and weird never fit together.
He observed her as she buttoned up her blouse.
All she wanted was the fun and games, but when the taxes came she'd run and hide. He felt a shiver run down his spine. He didn't want to be just another toy put back on the shelf when she was done playing.
"Were friends," Luke shifted nervously from foot to foot.
"Oh,"
How did he manage to communicate so much with so little? A passing stranger would have figured out that the two were on buddy -buddy terms, but when Luke said it Lorelai felt her heart skip a beat. They were friends. But if this stranger had only passed by, he may have come to the conclusion that the relationship ended there. Because he wouldn't have known about all of the moments they had shared which had eventually entwined their souls, in a cruel silence. They had fallen in love.
********LORELAI: Please, Luke. Please, please, please. LUKE: How many cups have you had this morning? LORELAI: None. LUKE: Plus... LORELAI: Five, but yours is better. LUKE: You have a problem. LORELAI: Yes, I do. [Luke fills her cup] LUKE: Junkie. LORELAI: Angel. You've got wings, baby*********** Lorelai smiled to herself at the thought. The good ol' days some would say, when things were less complicated. But did less complicated really translate to teaching a squirmy little kid the abc's and searching frantically for a job? Not in this life time.