"What will it be today?" Luke wondered as he sauntered over to Lorelai's desolate table.
"An apology," she said, puppy eyed.
"We don't serve those here," Luke mumbled.
Lorelai frowned. She wished his face would talk for him. Like in those movies, countless movies, where all it took was one selfless grin for two people to realize that they were on the same page.
"Then I'll have a coffee" she whispered.
"We're out,"
She stared at him blankly. Luke without coffee was like a phone booth without a phone. "Excuse me?' she questioned.
"We're out of coffee, Kaffee, kofie, whatever mood you're in,"
She made a mental note to mock Luke about his use of multiple languages later.
"When does that ever happen?"
"Today,"
"Gods day, of all days, you may be going to hell for this one buddy. You know how much the Christ loves his caffeine,"
Luke glared at her, and she immediately felt stupid for acting like everything was fine between them.
"You really have no coffee?"
"No coffee," Luke said matter –a factly, and she knew that that was her queue to leave. Because once Luke had no coffee she really had no reason to be there. Taking up space in his diner. His stupid coffee-less diner. She may have had reason before. In the days of using the brown goodness as an excuse just so she could receive the affections of a rather attractive but grumpy diner owner. Now, although, she had no reason to stay. J
ust as Lorelai entered the real world everything began to spin. The trees molded into eachother. The car on the road transformed into six. And the sky flashed the colours of the rainbow. She thought she saw the outline of a figure as her back hit the ground, and then all was dark.
!
!!
"Lorelai, Lorelai?"
"Hmmm, hm-hm, whose there?" She wondered as she slowly opened her eyes.
"It's me, Luke...not your favourite person in your world at the moment,"
"I have eyes for a reason you know." she pointed out, contradicting herself. Lorelai took a moment to take in her surroundings. She was in a pile of blankets on her family room floor with an abundance of tissue sprawled across her lap and chest. The place was a mess. She was a mess. And there was Luke looking as sexy as ever, with both arms around her and an expression of genuine concern on his face.
"The door was unlocked, you should be more careful. Are you okay? You had a bad dream,"
"Oh really, cause I was under the impression that I fell off the couch for fun," Lorelai snapped.
Luke looked upset, but Lorelai continued her rant.
"Haven't you heard? It's a new game in Switzerland. They call it "Couch busters," whoever has the most bruises on their butt in the end wins," she exclaimed.
"There were TWO people involved in that conversation," Luke said, trying to protect himself.
"CONVERSATION, Luke, CONVERSATION? I think I would call it more of a heated argument,'
"I'm sorry,okay?"
Lorelai fell onto the couch and pulled the blanket around her. Her tone softened.
"You don't trust me, you don't have faith in me, and you don't think I'm interested in you. How can I date someone who doesn't even know me?"
"I know you," Luke stated.
Lorelai glanced at him sympathetically.
"I know you," Luke said again.
Lorelai shook her head subtly.
"I know that you take showers Saturday night so that you can come for coffee as early as possible on Sunday. I know that you have a fear of nail polish because when you were a kid you tried to drink your mother's most expensive bottle. I know that you wanted to be a clown for three years of your child hood because you were obsessed with rainbow colours. I know that you don't know how to use a screw driver, that you think the tooth fairy's out to get you and that that according to you there are a lot thing easier then pye. And most of all I know that you're just as scared as me to go through with this relationship,"
She felt her face turn red, and her throat became blocked with that familiar pre-tears feeling.
"You should go," she whispered.
Luke hesitated. He thought he'd won her over.
"Lorelai I don't really-"
"Go." She couldn't deal with this right now.
So he put on his shoes and left, head held low.
And then she saw it.
Fight when Luke left she saw it, as she followed him out the door with his eyes.
Among the pile of crap on a shelf she noticed an unfamiliar shiny container.
A thermos.
She didn't even have to open it to know what was inside.
"Coffee," she breathed. "Luke! Luke, come back!" she yelled dashing over to her front door which he had left slightly open.
He stopped dead in his tracks at the bottom of the driveway.
"You brought me coffee?" she asked, as Luke made his way towards her.
He gave her a weird look as he stood, feeling helpless in front of her.
"There's coffee inside this pretty thermos isn't there?" she wondered.
Luke shook his head slowly and at that moment Lorelai actually felt her heart melt. They had been in a huge fight and Luke had brought coffee, they were practically not talking and Luke had brought her coffee. She mentally pushed all of his notable insecurities about their relationship aside.
"Thankyou," she said.
She bent in and gave him a quick kiss on his stubbly cheek. But when she saw his face, his confused face, she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. And it was sweet. Bittersweet. Not passionate or terribly romantic, but sweet. What she had lacked in all of her other relationships. The trust that could only be found in a sweet kiss, which promised more tomorrow's to come, and a love that would last forever.
"I guess you know me better then I thought". Lorelai laughed, and Luke laughed too.
THE END