AN: Thanks for all of the positive feedback. To the Naomi who posted: Is
you who I thinks you is? If so, wow. You read all nine chapters in a day?
They must not be keeping you busy enough at home. Or I've turned you into
an addict like myself...muahahahahaha.
This chapter's a little long, so stick with me now.
'He seems so simple, could there be more?
Why didn't I see it before?
He looked at me and now I'm shaking.
What are these thoughts my mind's undertaking?
I want to touch him and hold him near.
My heart trembles and I'm filled with fear.
He's kissing me now, oh god I could die.
And straight to Heaven my soul would fly.
I've loved him for years, I see it now.
I hope he feels the same somehow.
I wish this night would never end,
Here with my love, my best friend.'
Then at the bottom, in big capital letters, it said "I LOVE YOU!" Luke actually though he might cry. It was a little cheesy, a little corny perhaps, but it was beautiful. Perfectly beautiful.
Lorelai slept better the rest of that night than she had in weeks.
Luke would've slept great, but he had to go back out to the park bench three times to convince himself that it was all real.
Sunday morning was dark and dreary. The weather-dude said it was going to storm. Lorelai still had one poem to write. Rory had read the second one (after a bit of protest on Lorelai's part) and had nearly cried. Now they were determined to have the third one done by the time Rory had to leave that night.
"Does it have to be an emotion that I've actually felt before?" Lorelai asked in frustration.
"Yes, of course it does."
"Well fine then. I guess you're only getting two poems because I simply cannot write another.
Sure you can. Let's go to Luke's. He inspired you to write the last one, maybe he can help with this one too."
"No!"
"Why not? We always eat at Luke's. And I thought something special was going on now."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure what kind of special. We kissed. I'm sure he went back and read the poem. Which means he knows I love him. So I can't go there."
Rory rolled her eyes, grabbed her mom by the front of her adorable light- blue tank top, (perfect with her dark denim knee-length skirt,) picked up both their purses and pulled her towards the door, pausing only to grab light jackets. The wind had picked up, and the hot morning was rapidly getting colder.
Rory was still pulling her mom along as they approached the diner. Inside, she deposited her on a stool, and then went to go chat with Lane.
"Hi," Lorelai said shyly.
"Hi," Luke responded.
Luke was about to say something else when Taylor came rushing in. "Luke, you didn't happen to see or hear anything strange last night, did you? Because someone carved up the back of back of one of our priceless, donated park benches. It was the one closest to your diner, so I thought I'd ask."
Lorelai turned her head towards her coffee cup, blushing. Luke stammered, "I know nothing about it. Sorry, Taylor."
Taylor stormed out. He was a man on a mission. There would probably be a town meeting. He was muttering something about the town not having enough money to replace the bench.
As soon as he was gone, Lorelai started to laugh. It was a healthy laugh, like the one from the night before, only this time Luke started laughing too. Rory was laughing from across the diner, and Lane was looking at all three like they'd lost their minds.
Lorelai ate four pancakes, three eggs, three pieces of bacon, and a caramel roll. She wanted more pancakes, but Luke said something about not wanting her to die of a heart attack at age forty and cleared her plate without giving her time to protest. He tried to get her to drink some orange juice, but she made a face and demanded some more coffee.
Soon the diner found itself in an afternoon lull. Lorelai still hadn't made any progress on her poem. Seeing that Lane could manage on her own, Luke pulled Lorelai upstairs.
They could barely keep their hands off each other. They collapsed onto the couch to make out, and things were starting to get quite heated when Luke stopped them suddenly.
"Lorelai, wait," he said as he pulled away, gently pushing on her shoulders to remove her hands from their position under his shirt. "Are we sure about this?" he asked.
"Sure about what?"
"About this...you know. The physical part of our relationship. I mean, Rory's right downstairs, and we only decided to be more than friends last night..."
"First of all, Rory brought homework so we could be up here for hours and she'd never notice. Secondly, yeah we only just became involved, but it's not like we're strangers or anything." Oddly enough, Lorelai sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.
"It's just...you've been with a few other men and..."
"What! I'm perfectly clean, if that's what you're implying. What kind of woman do you think I am?" Lorelai was truly offended. She was about to stand up and walk out.
"No, no Lorelai, you've got me all wrong. I just mean that I don't want to be just another boyfriend to you. I want to be more than friends. I want to make you romantic dinners and buy you flowers. I want to walk you home and kiss you good night. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned. I'm just not sure I want to make love to you yet. We've both had relationships that failed because they were based on sex, and I don't want that to happen to us." Neither Luke nor Lorelai could believe that he was talking so candidly about the issue.
"What are you saying? You want to wait until we're..." she was reluctant to say the word, afraid to scare him off... "Married?"
"Not necessarily, just until we're ready. I don't want it to be a 'hi, how are you, that's nice, let's go screw' kind of relationship." Luke wished she hadn't said anything about marriage, although the thought had crossed his mind. He had just gotten out of one failed marriage and couldn't stand the thought of another.
"I guess I see your point. I do not like being used for sex, or feeling like every date is really just glorified foreplay. And the idea of us together is still a little weird. I mean, you're my best friend, and I love you. But it's kind of weird...you know? I just didn't know how to say it until now. Thank you for respecting me, Luke."
Rory watched Luke and her mom come downstairs a lot sooner than she had expected. Maybe they hadn't been having sex. Maybe—please god no—they had decided that it wasn't going to work out. Rory had known that they were perfect for each other for a long time, and now she was worried. She smiled when she remembered the time her mom had dreamt that she was pregnant with Luke's twins. Rory had tried to hint to her then that they were meant to be, but Lorelai hadn't bought it.
But Lorelai was smiling now, and holding Luke's hand. Rory was relieved. Not only had they not broken up, but also they had come down soon enough for things not to be awkward. The idea of Luke and her mom doing it right up above her had made her a little uncomfortable.
While Luke and Lorelai had been upstairs, it had started to rain. Lane came out of the kitchen, saying, "They just said on the radio that a huge storm is coming this way. There's supposed to be hail and thunder and maybe even tornadoes."
"What? That's crazy," Rory stated, "There are never tornadoes in Connecticut."
As Rory spoke, the power went out.
This chapter's a little long, so stick with me now.
'He seems so simple, could there be more?
Why didn't I see it before?
He looked at me and now I'm shaking.
What are these thoughts my mind's undertaking?
I want to touch him and hold him near.
My heart trembles and I'm filled with fear.
He's kissing me now, oh god I could die.
And straight to Heaven my soul would fly.
I've loved him for years, I see it now.
I hope he feels the same somehow.
I wish this night would never end,
Here with my love, my best friend.'
Then at the bottom, in big capital letters, it said "I LOVE YOU!" Luke actually though he might cry. It was a little cheesy, a little corny perhaps, but it was beautiful. Perfectly beautiful.
Lorelai slept better the rest of that night than she had in weeks.
Luke would've slept great, but he had to go back out to the park bench three times to convince himself that it was all real.
Sunday morning was dark and dreary. The weather-dude said it was going to storm. Lorelai still had one poem to write. Rory had read the second one (after a bit of protest on Lorelai's part) and had nearly cried. Now they were determined to have the third one done by the time Rory had to leave that night.
"Does it have to be an emotion that I've actually felt before?" Lorelai asked in frustration.
"Yes, of course it does."
"Well fine then. I guess you're only getting two poems because I simply cannot write another.
Sure you can. Let's go to Luke's. He inspired you to write the last one, maybe he can help with this one too."
"No!"
"Why not? We always eat at Luke's. And I thought something special was going on now."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure what kind of special. We kissed. I'm sure he went back and read the poem. Which means he knows I love him. So I can't go there."
Rory rolled her eyes, grabbed her mom by the front of her adorable light- blue tank top, (perfect with her dark denim knee-length skirt,) picked up both their purses and pulled her towards the door, pausing only to grab light jackets. The wind had picked up, and the hot morning was rapidly getting colder.
Rory was still pulling her mom along as they approached the diner. Inside, she deposited her on a stool, and then went to go chat with Lane.
"Hi," Lorelai said shyly.
"Hi," Luke responded.
Luke was about to say something else when Taylor came rushing in. "Luke, you didn't happen to see or hear anything strange last night, did you? Because someone carved up the back of back of one of our priceless, donated park benches. It was the one closest to your diner, so I thought I'd ask."
Lorelai turned her head towards her coffee cup, blushing. Luke stammered, "I know nothing about it. Sorry, Taylor."
Taylor stormed out. He was a man on a mission. There would probably be a town meeting. He was muttering something about the town not having enough money to replace the bench.
As soon as he was gone, Lorelai started to laugh. It was a healthy laugh, like the one from the night before, only this time Luke started laughing too. Rory was laughing from across the diner, and Lane was looking at all three like they'd lost their minds.
Lorelai ate four pancakes, three eggs, three pieces of bacon, and a caramel roll. She wanted more pancakes, but Luke said something about not wanting her to die of a heart attack at age forty and cleared her plate without giving her time to protest. He tried to get her to drink some orange juice, but she made a face and demanded some more coffee.
Soon the diner found itself in an afternoon lull. Lorelai still hadn't made any progress on her poem. Seeing that Lane could manage on her own, Luke pulled Lorelai upstairs.
They could barely keep their hands off each other. They collapsed onto the couch to make out, and things were starting to get quite heated when Luke stopped them suddenly.
"Lorelai, wait," he said as he pulled away, gently pushing on her shoulders to remove her hands from their position under his shirt. "Are we sure about this?" he asked.
"Sure about what?"
"About this...you know. The physical part of our relationship. I mean, Rory's right downstairs, and we only decided to be more than friends last night..."
"First of all, Rory brought homework so we could be up here for hours and she'd never notice. Secondly, yeah we only just became involved, but it's not like we're strangers or anything." Oddly enough, Lorelai sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him.
"It's just...you've been with a few other men and..."
"What! I'm perfectly clean, if that's what you're implying. What kind of woman do you think I am?" Lorelai was truly offended. She was about to stand up and walk out.
"No, no Lorelai, you've got me all wrong. I just mean that I don't want to be just another boyfriend to you. I want to be more than friends. I want to make you romantic dinners and buy you flowers. I want to walk you home and kiss you good night. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned. I'm just not sure I want to make love to you yet. We've both had relationships that failed because they were based on sex, and I don't want that to happen to us." Neither Luke nor Lorelai could believe that he was talking so candidly about the issue.
"What are you saying? You want to wait until we're..." she was reluctant to say the word, afraid to scare him off... "Married?"
"Not necessarily, just until we're ready. I don't want it to be a 'hi, how are you, that's nice, let's go screw' kind of relationship." Luke wished she hadn't said anything about marriage, although the thought had crossed his mind. He had just gotten out of one failed marriage and couldn't stand the thought of another.
"I guess I see your point. I do not like being used for sex, or feeling like every date is really just glorified foreplay. And the idea of us together is still a little weird. I mean, you're my best friend, and I love you. But it's kind of weird...you know? I just didn't know how to say it until now. Thank you for respecting me, Luke."
Rory watched Luke and her mom come downstairs a lot sooner than she had expected. Maybe they hadn't been having sex. Maybe—please god no—they had decided that it wasn't going to work out. Rory had known that they were perfect for each other for a long time, and now she was worried. She smiled when she remembered the time her mom had dreamt that she was pregnant with Luke's twins. Rory had tried to hint to her then that they were meant to be, but Lorelai hadn't bought it.
But Lorelai was smiling now, and holding Luke's hand. Rory was relieved. Not only had they not broken up, but also they had come down soon enough for things not to be awkward. The idea of Luke and her mom doing it right up above her had made her a little uncomfortable.
While Luke and Lorelai had been upstairs, it had started to rain. Lane came out of the kitchen, saying, "They just said on the radio that a huge storm is coming this way. There's supposed to be hail and thunder and maybe even tornadoes."
"What? That's crazy," Rory stated, "There are never tornadoes in Connecticut."
As Rory spoke, the power went out.