Lorelai stared at the phone for a whole minute after her conversation with
Rory.
Then she stuck her tongue out at it.
She considered giving it the finger, but thought that that would be pushing it a little.
She pulled a notepad and pen out of the drawer under the phone. The pen was poised over the notepad. She was going to start writing. She had to. ~It's for Rory,~ she thought to herself. "It's for Rory," she said out loud. "AAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed in frustration.
The pen was not writing. Instead it started drawing—first a picture of Jason with his head in a guillotine. Of course Lorelai's drawing skills were about as advanced as her poetry, so it really was a stick figure bent over with it's head between some odd shaped boxes. Then she drew some funny looking stick people staring and pointing at the soon to be beheaded Jason. One of them was her. She drew a cup of coffee in the stick Lorelai's hand.
"Coffee." She said out loud. "Coffee will help me think."
She thought about just going into the kitchen and firing old Gus up for the third time that day, but instead she decided to walk over to the Diner. Maybe some exercise would help her think. And some food, she was hungry. It had been a long day at the Dragonfly and she realized that she hadn't even eaten Lunch.
She stuck the pen and paper into her purse after ripping off her picture and sticking it to the fridge with a magnet.
It was Thursday night, and at eight-o'clock the diner was nearly abandoned. She walked in and sat at the counter. Luke poured her a big cup of coffee without being asked, and then she demanded, "A huge cheeseburger with lots of greasy fries and a side of inspiration."
"What's wrong? Have you heard from Jason yet?" Luke had come to recognize the many moods of Lorelai simply by the way she carried herself. This one was either the stressed or the sad Lorelai, or more than likely a combination of the two. She was slouching a little and she hadn't even insulted him. Something was bothering her.
"No, not since Tuesday, when he dropped the big 'sue bomb' on me. Actually I take that back. He left a message on my voicemail saying that he was sorry but he's still suing my father. But that's not what's bothering me. I'm kind of glad that we're not together anymore. He works too much."
"So what is bothering you?"
"God Luke, why can't I come in here without being drilled to the counter?"
"Geez, sorry."
Lorelai ignored him. She started ranting. "How the hell does Rory expect me to write three poems? I haven't written a poem since high school. Do you have any idea how long ago high school was? And poems about emotion? I don't write about emotions. I don't think about emotions. I bury emotions under pounds of ice-cream and gallons of coffee but I do *not* write about them."
Luke wasn't sure that he knew what she was talking about, but then again he hardly ever knew what she was talking about. He said, "Well you seem pretty emotional right now."
Mistake.
She glared at him, but chose not to respond verbally. Then she started writing a list. 'Love, Hate, Passion, Joy, Sadness, Stress, Anger...'
Luke was watching her. "Okay, now just pick three of those and think of a time that you felt one.
She circled 'Stress' and started writing below it.
'Once upon a time my crazy daughter told me I had to write poems and now I'm very stressed. But at least I'm well dressed.'
"I'm not impressed." Luke said, suppressing a smile. Just then some customers came in, so he had to leave her alone with her evil pen and paper.
She started thinking. ~Strong feelings. What is something I feel strongly about?~ She looked at her coffee cup. ~I like coffee. I'd even say that I love coffee. Love is a strong emotion, right? ~
'Coffee is black, it comes in a can. I get it from the coffee man.'
Speaking of the coffee man, she turned to look up at Luke. His back was turned, and her eyes fell on his rear end. Looking at Luke's butt was something that Lorelai had been doing secretly for years.
'The coffee man with his nice strong hands...'
~STOP! ~ she screamed at herself in her head. She tore the paper off the pad and shoved it in her pocket. Why she didn't throw it away was beyond her.
Luke chuckled to himself as he watched Lorelai scribble some words on her notepad and then tear the paper off. She looked frustrated, and as she bent her head down to focus on the paper once again a lock of her gorgeous black hair fell to tease her cheek. He pictured himself gently brushing it out of her way, then mentally slapped himself for letting his mind wander into what he referred to as the 'danger zone.' Luke's 'danger zone' referred to any thoughts about Lorelai that put her into a more than friend position. He had decided long ago that his feelings for her could never be anything more than a childish crush.
A choice swear word coming from the general direction of the kitchen pulled his attention back to reality, and he rushed back to make sure Caesar hadn't killed himself.
When he came back out, Lorelai was gone. A check for what she owed him for dinner was by her plate, along with a few crumpled pieces of paper.
Then she stuck her tongue out at it.
She considered giving it the finger, but thought that that would be pushing it a little.
She pulled a notepad and pen out of the drawer under the phone. The pen was poised over the notepad. She was going to start writing. She had to. ~It's for Rory,~ she thought to herself. "It's for Rory," she said out loud. "AAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed in frustration.
The pen was not writing. Instead it started drawing—first a picture of Jason with his head in a guillotine. Of course Lorelai's drawing skills were about as advanced as her poetry, so it really was a stick figure bent over with it's head between some odd shaped boxes. Then she drew some funny looking stick people staring and pointing at the soon to be beheaded Jason. One of them was her. She drew a cup of coffee in the stick Lorelai's hand.
"Coffee." She said out loud. "Coffee will help me think."
She thought about just going into the kitchen and firing old Gus up for the third time that day, but instead she decided to walk over to the Diner. Maybe some exercise would help her think. And some food, she was hungry. It had been a long day at the Dragonfly and she realized that she hadn't even eaten Lunch.
She stuck the pen and paper into her purse after ripping off her picture and sticking it to the fridge with a magnet.
It was Thursday night, and at eight-o'clock the diner was nearly abandoned. She walked in and sat at the counter. Luke poured her a big cup of coffee without being asked, and then she demanded, "A huge cheeseburger with lots of greasy fries and a side of inspiration."
"What's wrong? Have you heard from Jason yet?" Luke had come to recognize the many moods of Lorelai simply by the way she carried herself. This one was either the stressed or the sad Lorelai, or more than likely a combination of the two. She was slouching a little and she hadn't even insulted him. Something was bothering her.
"No, not since Tuesday, when he dropped the big 'sue bomb' on me. Actually I take that back. He left a message on my voicemail saying that he was sorry but he's still suing my father. But that's not what's bothering me. I'm kind of glad that we're not together anymore. He works too much."
"So what is bothering you?"
"God Luke, why can't I come in here without being drilled to the counter?"
"Geez, sorry."
Lorelai ignored him. She started ranting. "How the hell does Rory expect me to write three poems? I haven't written a poem since high school. Do you have any idea how long ago high school was? And poems about emotion? I don't write about emotions. I don't think about emotions. I bury emotions under pounds of ice-cream and gallons of coffee but I do *not* write about them."
Luke wasn't sure that he knew what she was talking about, but then again he hardly ever knew what she was talking about. He said, "Well you seem pretty emotional right now."
Mistake.
She glared at him, but chose not to respond verbally. Then she started writing a list. 'Love, Hate, Passion, Joy, Sadness, Stress, Anger...'
Luke was watching her. "Okay, now just pick three of those and think of a time that you felt one.
She circled 'Stress' and started writing below it.
'Once upon a time my crazy daughter told me I had to write poems and now I'm very stressed. But at least I'm well dressed.'
"I'm not impressed." Luke said, suppressing a smile. Just then some customers came in, so he had to leave her alone with her evil pen and paper.
She started thinking. ~Strong feelings. What is something I feel strongly about?~ She looked at her coffee cup. ~I like coffee. I'd even say that I love coffee. Love is a strong emotion, right? ~
'Coffee is black, it comes in a can. I get it from the coffee man.'
Speaking of the coffee man, she turned to look up at Luke. His back was turned, and her eyes fell on his rear end. Looking at Luke's butt was something that Lorelai had been doing secretly for years.
'The coffee man with his nice strong hands...'
~STOP! ~ she screamed at herself in her head. She tore the paper off the pad and shoved it in her pocket. Why she didn't throw it away was beyond her.
Luke chuckled to himself as he watched Lorelai scribble some words on her notepad and then tear the paper off. She looked frustrated, and as she bent her head down to focus on the paper once again a lock of her gorgeous black hair fell to tease her cheek. He pictured himself gently brushing it out of her way, then mentally slapped himself for letting his mind wander into what he referred to as the 'danger zone.' Luke's 'danger zone' referred to any thoughts about Lorelai that put her into a more than friend position. He had decided long ago that his feelings for her could never be anything more than a childish crush.
A choice swear word coming from the general direction of the kitchen pulled his attention back to reality, and he rushed back to make sure Caesar hadn't killed himself.
When he came back out, Lorelai was gone. A check for what she owed him for dinner was by her plate, along with a few crumpled pieces of paper.