Notes: I love you whoever you are, because you have just read two chapters
of my meaningless dribble. Better men than yourselves (there has to be
better men than people who read terrible fan fiction on the Internet, if
there isn't we are the rulers of the universe Mwahahah) would have stopped
by now, and so, I bow to you. By the way, the lack of Rory is because she
is "off at college" (just the easiest way to do less writing)
Chapter three: I'll think of a title later. Leave me aloonne.
The next morning
. Lorelai woke with a start, finding herself on the ground, in her kitchen. And then the nights events came back to her. She didn't want to get up, she had a crick in her neck put there by the devil himself and her legs were aching from the position she had slept in, but she had to see Luke. If she felt this bad, it must be hell for him. She got up, had a shower and changed into a simple black top with jeans.
As she reached the diner a sense of dread crept over her and she didn't want to go, but she had to explain to Luke what had made her run, he deserved that much, and so much more. When she got to the door she was surprised to see Luke looking happy and playing with Taylor behind the counter. She was wearing his baseball hat, the one she had given him. He wasn't wearing a hat, and his hair looked so good, she wondered why he always wore a hat because she found herself more attracted to him than before. Then he looked up and saw her, his face darkened, and he retreated into the storeroom, Taylor looked confused for a second and then she followed him. This did not deter Lorelai; she wanted to explain, so she sat at the counter. She could her mutterings coming from the storeroom, and finally Taylor came out.
"He doesn't really want to talk to you, Mrs. Gilmore. I don't know what happened, but he does seem really hurt" Taylor said, looking nervous. Lorelai didn't blame her, she was just a kid.
"Are you sure he won't come out?" she asked desperately, pleading with her.
"No, I don't think so," she said looking at the ground.
"Alright, I understand, he's angry, he'll calm down," she said, but was interrupted by Taylor
"No, no you don't understand!" Taylor yelled, getting angry, "He really, really loves you, and you just hurt him and expect him to forgive you and act like nothing happened? Did you give him that baseball hat?" She asked staring Lorelai straight in the eye, you had to admit the kid had guts.
"What?" Lorelai asked, confused.
"His cap, did you give it to him?" she said, angrily, not caring that the whole diner was staring.
"Yeah, so?" Lorelai replied.
"Did you know who gave him his old one? You don't, do you? It was his mom, on his seventh birthday, just before she died. Do you know what an incredible thing he did, giving up something that meant so much to him, to please you," she spat the last words at Lorelai and they rang through the silent diner. Luke had quietly slipped back in during Taylor's rant,
"I think you better go, you're upsetting Taylor," he said stony-faced.
"Luke, I-"she began but Luke interrupted her,
"I said, leave" he said, barely above a whisper.
Chapter three: I'll think of a title later. Leave me aloonne.
The next morning
. Lorelai woke with a start, finding herself on the ground, in her kitchen. And then the nights events came back to her. She didn't want to get up, she had a crick in her neck put there by the devil himself and her legs were aching from the position she had slept in, but she had to see Luke. If she felt this bad, it must be hell for him. She got up, had a shower and changed into a simple black top with jeans.
As she reached the diner a sense of dread crept over her and she didn't want to go, but she had to explain to Luke what had made her run, he deserved that much, and so much more. When she got to the door she was surprised to see Luke looking happy and playing with Taylor behind the counter. She was wearing his baseball hat, the one she had given him. He wasn't wearing a hat, and his hair looked so good, she wondered why he always wore a hat because she found herself more attracted to him than before. Then he looked up and saw her, his face darkened, and he retreated into the storeroom, Taylor looked confused for a second and then she followed him. This did not deter Lorelai; she wanted to explain, so she sat at the counter. She could her mutterings coming from the storeroom, and finally Taylor came out.
"He doesn't really want to talk to you, Mrs. Gilmore. I don't know what happened, but he does seem really hurt" Taylor said, looking nervous. Lorelai didn't blame her, she was just a kid.
"Are you sure he won't come out?" she asked desperately, pleading with her.
"No, I don't think so," she said looking at the ground.
"Alright, I understand, he's angry, he'll calm down," she said, but was interrupted by Taylor
"No, no you don't understand!" Taylor yelled, getting angry, "He really, really loves you, and you just hurt him and expect him to forgive you and act like nothing happened? Did you give him that baseball hat?" She asked staring Lorelai straight in the eye, you had to admit the kid had guts.
"What?" Lorelai asked, confused.
"His cap, did you give it to him?" she said, angrily, not caring that the whole diner was staring.
"Yeah, so?" Lorelai replied.
"Did you know who gave him his old one? You don't, do you? It was his mom, on his seventh birthday, just before she died. Do you know what an incredible thing he did, giving up something that meant so much to him, to please you," she spat the last words at Lorelai and they rang through the silent diner. Luke had quietly slipped back in during Taylor's rant,
"I think you better go, you're upsetting Taylor," he said stony-faced.
"Luke, I-"she began but Luke interrupted her,
"I said, leave" he said, barely above a whisper.