I Don't Believe We've Met
-ocdwithhg

"If it were any other normal customer, he'd probably get into a deep conversation about how bad coffee is for you. But, he thought twice before doing that. She looked upset, and there was something about her, but he just couldn't tell what."

Summary: This is my version of how Luke and Lorelai met. It's slightly OOC, but this is when Lorelai was 27 and I'm not sure about the age gap withen Luke and Lor but he's 29. If you guys want a second part, you'll just have to review!! Please!!! I need it like Lorelai needs coffee.

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Disclaimer: Well obviously they're not mine, but this is my idea...


She's frustrated-to say the least. The phone rings. Twice, three times, almost four before she runs to answer it before an anxious, yet sleeping Rory awakes.

"Hello?" She sounded pissed and flustered from running to the phone.

"Lor, it's me." Christopher, of course.

"Chris, you were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. Where are you? Rory's going to wake up soon and she's expecting to see her father."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to come." Boy was he bold.

"What?" She practically shouted.

"Come on, Lor."

"No! Don't 'come on Lor' me buster. This is your third time canceling. You haven't seen your daughter in over 2 months. Hey, believe me. I don't need your help here. I really don't. I'm fine on my own. But your daughter on the other hand, misses you, and would really love to see you. You promised her, Chris."

"I know Lor and I'm sorry. But I've got something I've got to do."

"Knock up another woman?" She said under her breath.

"What?" Luckily he didn't hear her clear enough.

"Nothing, Chris. I don't even want to hear your stupid excuse this time."

"Lor--"

"No. Bye, Chris."

Typical. So damn typical of him. To believe he would actually show made Lorelai felt stupid. She knew he'd cancel in the end because that's what he does best. Cancel. It doesn't matter what the occasion is. Cancel. 'Boy is he immature.' She took a look at Rory sleeping on her unmade bed. She looked peaceful. Lorelai felt confident that she wouldn't wake up just yet, so she headed to the car and drove around the square. They just moved to Stars Hollow about a week ago. The furniture was scarce and the house reaked of paint fumes. Good thing Lorelai liked to paint, though. She drove through the little square very slowly. 'Gosh this place is different.' And before she knew it, tears were coming down and she felt scared, which isn't very typical. She felt lonely. Rory was her best friend and she was all she needed, but sometimes she just needed a partner, a companion, someone she could count on.

She scanned the streets some more, "Williams Hardware." She looked at the windows. "Good Food." 'Huh?' She scoped the inside and saw some people eating. 'Gosh, I could really use some coffee right about now.' She parked in front of the 'hardware' store and walked in. She loved the smell...aroma...-it reaked of coffee and burgers. Both in which she loved. She looked around, people scattered out everywhere. A few wandering eyes looking at her. She took a seat at the counter and looked around for some service. No luck. A few moments later, a man most likely within her range of age walked out of the kitchen. Plaid and backwards baseball hat. 'Humph. Sexy.' She thought. He didn't carry a smile on his face. He looked grumpy, but that made him even more attractive.

He looked at her suspiciously. Not because she had makeup running down her face, and not because she looked really sad. He sort of froze when he saw her. He looked at her like he knew her. He walked closer towards her.

"Can I get you something?" He asked with more emotion than she figured. She smiled slightly and fixed her face with her hands.

"Coffee, please." She said quietly.

He nodded his head and got her coffee, no complaints made. If it were any other normal customer, he'd probably get into a deep conversation about how bad coffee is for you. But, he thought twice before doing that. She looked upset, and there was something about her, but he just couldn't tell what.

She drank her coffee slowly, eyes concentrating on the same spot on the wall. She looked lost. He watched her from the kitchen and behind the counter. 'Wow she's pretty.' As he walked out of the kitchen she was pulling a few dollars out of her purse and set them on the table. Before she got up to leave he took one of the dollars and gave it back to her.

"Too much." She just nodded her head and tried to smile but wasn't in the mood.

"Thank you." And with that she got up and left the diner. 'I'll be coming back.'

Miss Patty and Babette walked up to him immediately after she left.

"Luke, honey, who was that woman? Is that you're new girlfriend?" Miss Patty asked.

"Aw, yeah darlin! That girl was beautiful! The kids you two will have!"

He rolled his eyes and grunted. "Don't you think if she was my girlfriend you would have seen us...I don't know what's it called...talk?" He threw his hands up in anger and walked towards the back. 'I wonder if she'll be back...'

It had been a few days of fixing up the house for Lorelai. She had been painting the walls, laying out the house, and shopping non stop for cute things to take up space in the house. Rory started school and that only made her sadder. She spent endless hours at home alone working on the house. She knew she'd have to start looking around for a job. She actually saw an ad in a window for help at this place called the Independence Inn. She didn't think it was her calling, but who knows.

It was Thursday afternoon when she decided to go back to that little diner. She grabbed a pair of shoes and headed out the door. Crap. It was raining hard. Really hard. That didn't stop her though. She made a run for the car and man was she wet. Who care's. She'd dry off eventually. There were a lot of cars parked around the diner but nobody was in there. She had to park a little ways down the street, but she ran hopelessly in the rain anyways. She got into the diner. She was the only one there. 'Who else would be this stupid to go out in the rain?' She opened the door and slipped from the rain as soon as she stepped in. Luke looked up at her as soon as the bells rang.

"Damnit!" She said just before falling. She stormed up to the counter.

'She doesn't ever seem to be in good moods, does she?' He eyed her up and down. 'Who would be this stupid to come out in the rain?'

"You okay?" He asked genuinely. Maybe this time they'd talk because truth is, he hadn't stopped thinking about her since she came in on Monday.

"Uh, really? I don't know. I think I'll be okay. I mean, what? I just moved her nearly two weeks ago? I have a kid who I'm raising by myself, which isn't as hard as it seems, thank God I can stand the girl, but still. It's hard sometimes. And I love painting. Don't get me wrong. I love it a lot! Who doesn't love painting? But that smell is giving me non stop headaches and I stepped in a pan of paint in my new cute sandals and I'm pretty sure it won't come off. Oh also, I need a job. Really badly, and who knows when I'll get one. But other than that yes I'm okay. Thanks for asking." And then ended the first ramble made by Lorelai Gilmore. Certainly not the last.

He laughed a little. He was taken back. Who would have thought she could talk so much. "Uh, I meant you okay since you slipped and all..."

"Oh, that right. Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

"Good. What can I get you?"

"Coffee. In a pint at that matter. I'm having a horrible day and this is the only thing that can cheer me up."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Coffee will kill you."

"Not if my life does first." She said dryly.

He figured it was just some stupid figure of speech. He got her a cup of coffee. He wanted to talk to her, but wasn't sure just how to approach her.

"Want anything else?" Good one, Luke.

"No thanks. Sorry, I promise the next time I come by I'll give you some real business. No hooker reference intended."

He grinned. "Got it." He grabbed a rag and started cleaning the counter. She watched him and wondered about this guy. What's his name at least?

"Hey." He looked up at her. "I'm Lorelai Gilmore by the way."

He nodded. "Luke Danes."

"Well Luke..." she glanced at the menu in front of her. "I don't take it you had any input on naming this place, huh?"

"None at all."

'So, he's sarcastic? That could work.' She thought.

He glanced up at her and she looked cold. She was soaking wet, and was only wearing a t-shirt.

"Do you like your life?" She asked, taking a big sip of coffee afterwards staring at him dead in the eye. He looked up at her, sort of surprised. 'Hey, at least she's making conversation.'

"Not bad."

"Good. Good, that's good. I mean, you want to like your life, right? Or else it's like what's the point? I mean once, Rory and I rented Willy Wonka, it was her first time seeing it, and when I brought in loads of candy she asked what the point of it was. I was like, 'come on Rory! There's no point in watching Willy Wonka unless you have tons of candy!' It's not like she cared, she was just curious. She'd eat just about anything, well not really. Nothing green, or anything you could call a vegetable, but...I guess she learned that from me." End of ramble #2.

'There's gunna be a lot of this.' He thought to himself.

"Who's Rory?"

"My daughter."

"You have a baby who's already eating candy? Don't you think she should grow some teeth before rotting them out?"

"She's not a baby. Although I wish she was...time flies when you're uh...having fun?"

"How old is she?"

"She'll be 12 soon."

He looked surprised. The woman looked a little young to have a 12 year old. A little too young.

"She's 12?"

"Well, I just said she's going to be 12 soon, so she's obviously not 12."

"Huh."

"Uhm, Luke...she's 11."

"I understand that."

"I—I know, it's just you looked confused."

"I wasn't confused."

"It's okay, you looked confused."

"But I wasn't."

"I understand that." She said, mocking him. She smiled and took another sip of coffee. She knew she was pissing the guy off.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"42." Big lie. He looked stunned.

"You're kidding."

"You're right."

He rolled his eyes. "How old are you, really?"

"Excuse me, all I know is your name, and you already want to know how old I am? Kids sure are moving fast these days."

Eyes rolling again starting...now.

"I'm 27."

"And you have an 11 year old kid?"

"Uhm... no that was all a big joke."

"So you had her when you were 16?" He asked, wiping the counter again.

"You're good at math."

"Pretty young."

"What are you, Emily Gilmore?"

"I'm not a woman."

"Right...sorry, my mistake. How old are you?"

"All I know is your name, and you already want to know my age?" He said, mocking her this time.

"You can't mock me."

"Why?"

"Because I said you can't."

"Fine. I'm 29."

"Ohh, so does that make your kid almost 14?"

"What?" This girl confuses him. And pisses him off. But he likes it.

"Never mind. Hey, want to be a gentleman and turn your heat on or something? It's freezing in here."

"It's not freezing in here. You're just wet."

"Well, either way I'm cold."

"Has anybody ever told you the world doesn't revolve around you?"

She acted shocked. "It's not?" Acting-something she's just good at.

"No, it's not. If you want though, I could give you something to wear...I mean, for now, ya know. Just because you're cold." She smiled at him. He was just trying to be nice. 'It's not like he's interested.' She thought.

"Only if it's plaid because I've realized that's what you like to wear."

"You've only been here twice."

"I've seen you around." She said sort of seductively. 'Huh?' He thought to himself. Damn was she confusing.

"You don't have to take it."

"I'm just screwing with you." She started laughing and he looked at her questioning. "Dirty!" She said matter of factly.

He rolled his eyes. This time she decided to say something though. "You like to roll your eyes a lot don't you?"

"Just when people annoy me."

"Uh Luke! I'm offended! Do I annoy you?"

"Hey you want a shirt or not."

She grinned at the poor guy. "Yeah thanks."

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