Dia Duit! (That's Irish for hello [or God be with you, for some reason
everything in Irish must be holy]) It's St. Paddy's day and I can feel the
Irishness. Oh be the hokey! (No idea what that means, but the leprechauns
on TV always say it so it must be Irish) Here is my new chapter. (Darn it!
Ever since some reviewers said my author's notes were funny I can't think
what to write) Enjoy! (Oh and just for you, um the reviewer who says
personally a lot, I will make my paragraphs shorter, but not this one,
because I have just written two, no three lines to assure you that my
paragraphs will be shorter. Oh look I've just written 4 lines, but don't
worry my paragraphs will be shorter. 5! HeHe!)
Chapter Five
Lorelai gave up and just let her feet fall from under her when she reached the porch. As she sat swinging there she remembered other times she had sat here, most of them with Rory and at that moment all she wanted to do was crawl into Rory's bed beside her. But Rory was at college, and Lorelai couldn't bother her while she was still settling in. Anyway Rory was her daughter she couldn't go running to her with every problem she had. She was meant to be the adult, and it was her job to be strong, for Rory's sake.
Luke picked up his pace, as he turned the corner of the road leading to Lorelai's house and then he stopped. He saw her sitting on her porch swing, crying. Many times he had seen her here, upset and he was usually the one who comforted her, but he was never the one causing her tears.
He headed towards the house and as he got closer she must have heard him as she looked up. A wave of guilt swept over him as he saw her tearstained face. She stood up and their eyes locked, Luke came closer to the house, his eyes never leaving hers, she came down the steps and still their focus was entirely on each other. Finally they met, and their bodies were millimetres apart.
"We need to talk," said Luke, trying and failing to resist the urge to take her in his arms and never let her go.
"I agree," Lorelai whispered, as Luke wrapped his arms around her waist. They now were as close as they had been the previous night, but Lorelai did not want to run and Luke certainly did not want to either. Their faces touched and it did not stop there. Their lips met and stayed, and as they stood there gently snow started to drift down from the sky. They broke apart and Lorelai let out a squeal of delight and they kissed again as the world turned white around them.
A/N So that's it. C'est finit! And I know it's the middle of spring, but Lorelai loves snow, and you have to please the show's star, and I just know she would throw a diva-like hissy fit if she did not get what she wants. This may be my last fic as I can not stand trying to think of something to say just to please you crazy people! I'm sorry, you right I am crazy there will be more stories spewing from my keyboard as soon as I think of one. As it is the day of the Irish I shall compliment you in Irish; Tà tù cliste! Ha ha you don't know what I just said, but don't worry I wouldn't insult you. (or would I?) Slàn!
Chapter Five
Lorelai gave up and just let her feet fall from under her when she reached the porch. As she sat swinging there she remembered other times she had sat here, most of them with Rory and at that moment all she wanted to do was crawl into Rory's bed beside her. But Rory was at college, and Lorelai couldn't bother her while she was still settling in. Anyway Rory was her daughter she couldn't go running to her with every problem she had. She was meant to be the adult, and it was her job to be strong, for Rory's sake.
Luke picked up his pace, as he turned the corner of the road leading to Lorelai's house and then he stopped. He saw her sitting on her porch swing, crying. Many times he had seen her here, upset and he was usually the one who comforted her, but he was never the one causing her tears.
He headed towards the house and as he got closer she must have heard him as she looked up. A wave of guilt swept over him as he saw her tearstained face. She stood up and their eyes locked, Luke came closer to the house, his eyes never leaving hers, she came down the steps and still their focus was entirely on each other. Finally they met, and their bodies were millimetres apart.
"We need to talk," said Luke, trying and failing to resist the urge to take her in his arms and never let her go.
"I agree," Lorelai whispered, as Luke wrapped his arms around her waist. They now were as close as they had been the previous night, but Lorelai did not want to run and Luke certainly did not want to either. Their faces touched and it did not stop there. Their lips met and stayed, and as they stood there gently snow started to drift down from the sky. They broke apart and Lorelai let out a squeal of delight and they kissed again as the world turned white around them.
A/N So that's it. C'est finit! And I know it's the middle of spring, but Lorelai loves snow, and you have to please the show's star, and I just know she would throw a diva-like hissy fit if she did not get what she wants. This may be my last fic as I can not stand trying to think of something to say just to please you crazy people! I'm sorry, you right I am crazy there will be more stories spewing from my keyboard as soon as I think of one. As it is the day of the Irish I shall compliment you in Irish; Tà tù cliste! Ha ha you don't know what I just said, but don't worry I wouldn't insult you. (or would I?) Slàn!