Authors Note: This is the second part of their making up! Enjoy...and really, thank you all for the feedback you've been leaving! You guy's are the best! Enjoy the chapter. (By the way, I finished the story, there are 20 chapters, so it's coming to an end! But I've already started working on another story in case any of you are intrested!)

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Chapter Sixteen: If Forgiving Was A Game...

When they got out of the shower, Lorelai threw a towel over her and looked at her soaking wet clothes on the floor.

"I don't have any dry clothes." She said quietly. Although they had made up...to some extent, there was still a little tension in the room. She found herself being particularly quiet and often staring off into space. She was very worried, nervous, and even a little paranoid. She knew he couldn't be over it that quickly.

Luke walked over to his dresser and handed her a pair of old PJ pants he had and a plaid shirt. She looked at them curiously. "Uh, hi...I don't see any underwear in this pile of clothing."

"Well, last time I looked through my drawers, I didn't see any underwear for you. It's not like you, or Nicole left any here over time."

He quickly took back what he said. 'Ah, that wasn't the right time to say that' he kicked himself. She made awkward eye contact with him and nodded her head. She opened one of his drawers and pulled out a pair of his boxers. "I'm wearing these." She threw him the PJ pants back. He wasn't in the mood to argue.

She walked over to the couch and sat stiffly at the end. She fidgeted with her hands as she watched Luke walk over to her. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch. They both sat there, staring straight ahead. Lorelai was biting her nails, and Luke was tapping his legs with his fingers.

'Boy is this strange,' Lorelai thought. "Let's talk." She said...both of them still staring straight ahead.

He nodded his head, and Lorelai scooted next to him, sitting cross legged facing him. He turned his head so that he was facing her. She lied her hands on his thighs and stared at him sadly.

"Luke...I'm so sorry." It was all she could get out for the meantime. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She said moments later.

He looked through her...to her heart which was begging for forgiveness and he knew it. He gave in easily.

"I forgive you." He said softly.

"If forgiving was a game..." she began.

"I'd win?" He asked.

"Luke, it can't be this easy. I hurt you, really badly, and I hurt myself too, and as much as I want to, we can't just push this behind us. I can't know that if I ever have the sudden urge to kiss another guy, that in the end you'll always be there for me. I can't let myself stomp over you." She said pleadingly.

"So, you're planning on doing this again, huh?"

"No, I'm not. And I want you to know that. I want–I need...you to trust me. And I understand if you can't for now, but I need you someday to be able to trust me. I don't care how long it takes, but I'll always be waiting. I want things to...I don't know, go back to normal."

"What's normal, Lorelai?"

"I don't know. The honeymoon stage?" She tried. "I just want us to be happy, and not have this image of me kissing Max stuck in our minds. I want you to love me without hating me at the same time."

He sighed, and stared at her for a few moments. "I don't hate you."

"Good."

They were both quiet for a moment. Both with lots on their minds, but didn't know what to say.

"Why did you do it, Lorelai?"

She thought for a long time...for a reasonable answer. She tried telling him earlier, while they were outside in the rain, but things didn't come out the right way. She was a mess back there, and didn't know what the heck she was saying. She needed to give him a straight, and forward answer. She didn't really have one though. She was still lost in her own footsteps.

"Luke...I don't know. I mean, here I am, talking with this guy who I almost got married too." She stressed the word married. "Sure I don't have feelings for him at the moment, and don't intend on having any again, but it's sort of like...I don't know...Rachel. When you see her, something comes back. And it doesn't matter if you're in love with me, you still just get those old feelings you know?"

He nodded his head in agreement. She continued, "so, I was just sitting there, talking with him. And when he kissed me the first time...I had every intention to pull away. But, I froze. I was scared, and didn't know what was going on. When I had pulled away, I realized what had happend and instantly regretted it. I'd say that the first kiss was sort of what happend with Christopher."

She took a long pause, and stared off towards the door. As much as she wanted to run and pretend none of this happend, she couldn't. "And when he leaned in to do it again, something came over me. And after a few moments of realizing what was going on, for yet a second time, I realized that this isn't what I want to be doing. Luke...it's not like I wanted him to do it. But when you're in the position I was in, I just froze. I didn't know what do but let him kiss me. It's not like I meant to hurt you. You know that right? You know that I didn't enjoy those kisses. It's not like if I had the opportunity to do it again, I would. It's just something that happend, and I didn't realize what happend till afterwards."

"Lorelai," he started. She looked at him with begging eyes, scared of what he'd say next. "I understand what you are saying. And...I trust you. I know you would never let something like that happen again. I really do understand."

She felt like 100 pounds had just been removed from her shoulders. She couldn't help but smile. "Good, because...I love you." She said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you too."

They lied there in silence for a few minutes. Lorelai finally lifted her head up and stared at him as if he just said something really confusing. "You know what?"

"Hmm?"

"I think that this...accident," she said softly, "proved something to me. It made me understand how much you really mean to me, and that there's never going to be somebody who can get in the way of us. It made me realize that I love you more than I thought...that there's nobody out there better than you." All he could do was smile.

"Let's go to sleep. You've gotta get to work tomorrow, don't you?"

"Yeah, I haven't been there since Friday."

As they settled into the bed, and turned the lights out, Lorelai sat there and re-thought about her past 3 day's.

"I was miserable," she said quietly. "I deserved to feel the way I did."

He leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. "No you didn't."

Lorelai laid with her back facing Luke. He crept in close to her and wrapped his hands over her back and around her waist. They slept the whole night peacefully, and closer than ever.

Lorelai woke up and looked around the room to find the clock. It was 5:30. Surprisingly, Luke was still sleeping even though he'd have to open the diner shortly. She crept out of bed and went to grab a piece of paper and a pen, beginning to write Luke a note and left quietly.

When he woke up not to long after that, the first thing he wondered was where Lorelai was. 'She couldn't have gone without waking me up' he thought. He walked over to the table, and saw a note lying there.

Good morning. Sorry I had to ditch you. You looked like you were sleeping good and I didn't want to disturb you. I have to go back home and get ready for work. Unfortunately I owe them a lot of hours over there. Tonight, come over if you can. I want to make you dinner. Scary, scary thought...I know, but trust me. I love you Luke, and once again, I'm sorry.
-Lorelai

He read it twice, the second time for sub-text. Something Lorelai always did. After spending so much time with her, he was catching on to her stupid flaws. The stupid flaws that he loved so much. He got ready for work, and headed down to open the diner.

It was around 6:45 when Lorelai headed out the door to go to the Inn. She thought getting there extra early would be good because she wanted to get out a little earlier than usual. When she walked in, she saw Michel sitting at the front desk. He glared at her as she walked up to him.

"Miss me?"

"Oh, so you finally decide to show up. How considerate of you."

"I know, I am charming."

"No, your presence is bothering me. I'd rather you get away from me."

"Oh now honey, you know you love me."

She walked into the kitchen, and saw Sookie slaying over the stove.

"I have returned," she said immediately headed towards the coffee pot.

"Oh hey! How are you feeling?" Sookie asked sympathetically.

"Much better. We made up, and had a nice little talk, and...I think that things are going to be okay."

"That's great, really. I'm glad everything's okay."

"Hey Sookie, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Can you give me instructions as to how to cook something...simple."

She stared at Lorelai blankly. "What?"

"I want to make Luke dinner tonight."

"Oh sweetie, I don't think that's a good idea."

"I said something simple."

"Lorelai, you might hurt yourself."

"Hey! I'm completely capable of trying. And if I burn something...I'll put ice on it."

"Uhh, ok...well I'll get something together for you."

"Thanks Sook! I'll be in the front pestering Michel if you need me!"

Right before Lorelai was getting ready to leave Sookie came up to her with a piece of paper.

"Okay! I know you've been in an Italian funk lately, so I'm...giving...you...instructions to make...spaghetti." She said between long pauses.

Lorelai glanced over at the picture-diagramed paper and nodded her head accordingly. "Looks easy enough. What's that thing though?" She said pointing to a picture.

"Oh, that's the strainer. You put the noodles in there after they are done cooking."

"I don't think I have one of those stringers."

"Strainer, Lorelai...strainer. Here come into the kitchen I'll give you some things you might need."

When Lorelai was finally ready to leave, it was almost 6. 'Gosh, it's already so late.' She thought. She took the bags of supplies that Sookie gave her and carelessly tossed them in the passenger seat. She took out her cell phone and stared to head home.

"Luke's."

"Hey it's me–ahh, damnit! Learn how to drive, grandpa!" Luke heard her scream and honk the horn.

"You okay?"

"Yeah just a touch of road rage. Anyways, you coming over tonight?"

"Uh, well I got your note."

"Good, so come over...say about 7:30?"

"Lorelai, I don't think this is a good idea. Really."

"What? You don't want to spend time with me?" She said pretending to sound sad.

"No, it's not that. It's just...I don't want to get food poisoning or anything."

She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly into the phone. "Hey, listen to me. When we're an old married couple, don't yell at me because you have to cook 24/7. Now you think about what you just said, and I'll see you at 7:30." She quickly said and hung up on him.

Luke stared quizzically at the phone and hung it up, shaking his head. 'She's crazy.'

At 7:30, Luke rang the bell. Lorelai quickly ran to the front door and walked back into the kitchen, not saying anything.

"Uhh, hi."

"Oh, hey. Sorry," she said reaching to a pot and stirring the contents inside of it. She turned around and gave him a light kiss that ended with Luke laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You. It looks like something just blew up on you."

She rolled her eyes and glanced down at her attire. She was wearing a white tee-shirt, that was now covered in tomato sauce. And her sweat pants had the same matching effect. Her hair was tossed up in a sloppy pony tail, and she had a little bit of tomato sauce smeared on her nose.

"Hey, nobody said cooking was easy."

"Yeah, well...for Lorelai Gilmore it isn't. How's it coming along?"

"Perfectly fine, thank you for asking."

"No, I'm just concerned."

"Go do something useful, like...make the table or something. Just get out of my way!" She said shooing him away.

When dinner was ready, they sat down at the table and Luke studied his plate intimately.

"What are you doing?" She asked offended.

"I'm uh, just making sure this stuff is edible."

She shoved a forkful of spaghetti in her mouth and smiled largely while chewing. She wiped her mouth and after swallowing a look of disgust appeared across her face.

"Oh my God, that's horrible." She threw her fork down and tossed her napkin on the plate. "Don't even try it."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Here, I'll just make burgers. Do you have ground beef?"

She looked puzzled. "What the hell is that?"

"What burgers are made out of."

"I always thought they were just served in the shape of a burger."

"I take that as a no..." he said rolling his eyes and closing the refrigerator.

There were several frozen pizza's in the freezer and after much begging, she finally got Luke to make one. When it was done cooking, Lorelai dug right in where as Luke very apprehensively took a piece and ate it slower than ever. When there were done in the kitchen, they headed to the living room.

"Well, that was good! And very successful, might I add. I told you I could cook something." She flopped down onto the couch.

"Uh yeah...hey listen I want to propose something."

"Of course Luke, I'll marry you."

"Yeah, right...anyways, this weekend, I was thinking that we should go camping."

When Lorelai was done laughing, she finally looked at him, seriously. "With who? You and your good cooking, nature loving imaginary girlfriend?"

"No with you." He said simply.

She stared at him, amused. "Oh my...you're serious...aren't you?"

"Obviously."

"I mean, I don't know if that's the best idea. Do you think I could bring my blow drier?"

"You can't be serious."

"Uh, I am."

"And where do you think you'll be plugging in that hair drier?"

"To the same outlet that's plugging in my cell phone charger, and laptop."

"Lorelai we can't bring that stuff. There's no where to plug it in."

She sat there for a few minutes thinking about what it'd be like to go camping with Luke. The words sexy, scary, and stupid all flashed through her mind.

"If you really want me to. Just make sure you're ready for 24 hours of nagging and complaining. Wait, what are we going to eat?"

"Food."

"From where? Is there a Jewel semi-close by?"

Luke couldn't help but laugh. This girl is so clueless, and so different than him. 'Opposites attract' he said to himself.

"Let's leave on Friday. That way you can get out of dinner. We'll stay...I don't know, until Sunday."

"Ah, yes. Telling Emily Gilmore that her daughters going camping. I don't think she's ever smiled so large." She joked.

"So it's a plan. Friday it is."

"Are you sure you can get away from the diner?"

"Lorelai, other people do work there, ya know."

"Okay, okay."

"Well, I better get going. I have to close up, I told Caesar he could leave early tonight."

"Fine. Be that way." She said folding her arms across her chest, and pouting.

He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"You better hope so."

As soon as she heard the door slam, she ran to the phone, laughing hysterically.

"Hello?"

"You'll never believe what I'm doing this weekend." She said laughing so hard it was hard to say.

"Mom? Is that you?"

"Of course it's me. Who else do you think's calling? You're real, loving, smart and sophisticated mother, Laura Gilmore? Guess again. So do you want to know what I'm doing this weekend?"

"I guess I have no choice..."

"I...Lorelai Gilmore, am going...camping."

"Oh mom, that's not a good idea. Please tell me you're joking."

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A/N: Yes, I know a little random...but I do need a little something intresting to happen! Let me know what you guys think! Feedback is always appreciated! :o) Much love