AN: Well, I know there are a few of you out there, and I do enjoy this fic
myself, so I'll keep it going. Hope you all enjoy it.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, still own nothing pertaining to GG.
Rory stumbled down into the living room late on Saturday morning. She looked around and noticed something seemed ... different. Everything looked, cleaner somehow. She heard the radio playing in the kitchen and followed the noise.
Lorelai was in the kitchen, washing dishes. She was dancing along to the music as she wiped off the plates and glasses, placing them on the rack to dry. She twirled around and stopped when she saw her mother looking at her with an air of amusement.
"Oh, you're up!"
"Yes, yes. I am." Rory paused and walked over to her daughter. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Did you and Lane have some sort of argument last night?"
"No," Lorelai giggled at her mother.
"But you're cleaning."
"It's not angst-ridding cleaning, it's happy cleaning. Too much energy cleaning."
"Does this have to do with this guy?"
"His name is Tristan," she informed her mother.
"Right, Tristan. Rich people name their kids weird things."
"Says the woman who named her daughter after herself," Lorelai pointed out.
"When is he coming over?" Rory yawned.
"Uh, I think around seven."
"Alright." Rory sat down with a cup of coffee and picked up the newspaper.
"So, you got in late last night," Lorelai probed.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I helped Jess move some stuff around."
"Dirty."
"Lorelai, please. His nephew is coming tomorrow, and he needed to make room in the apartment for his stuff. That apartment is tiny!"
"I know, I saw it when he helped me with that book last week."
"I just lost track of time."
"You do have a tendency to do that with Jess."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mom, please."
"What?"
"Nothing, just you two are obviously hot for each other."
"We are not!"
"Whatever you say. Did you say his nephew was coming today?"
"Yeah, it got moved from Sunday, something with his mom," Rory rambled, a little flustered from Lorelai's accusations.
"I should call Jess, make sure he knows I can't show Luke around today, it has to be tomorrow."
"I think he knows."
"I'll just make sure. Unless you want to go over there later and tell him for me," Lorelai giggled again.
"You're insane!"
"We'll see. I'm going to run to Lane's and return some CD's. I'll see you later?"
"Sure, I'll be here," Rory yawned again as Lorelai threw the dishtowel back on the rack under the sink and bounced out the door. Rory honestly had no idea where she got all her energy. She couldn't ever remember being quite that full of gusto. Maybe it was from all the caffeine she'd given her in her short lifetime.
The day passed uneventfully. Rory's best friend, Sookie St. James, came over and they spent a lazy day chatting and catching up. Sookie was the chef at the Independence Inn in town. She'd met her soon after moving here with Lorelai, and she couldn't have made a better friend.
"So, you won't guess what Lorelai said to me earlier," Rory told Sookie.
"What?"
"She said that Jess and I were hot for each other," Rory said disbelievingly.
"So?" Sookie sounded far from surprised.
"So? That's crazy!"
"It's not that crazy, Ror," Sookie gave her a knowing look.
"What is it, confuse the hell out of Rory day?"
"No, sweetie, it's just, there's always been something between you two, a spark, you know," she went on.
"We're just friends."
"Alright. That's fine."
"We are."
"I know. But, you've never thought about anything more with him?"
"No. I mean, sure, he's attractive, but he's ... Jess," Rory said for a lack of a better word.
Sookie smiled at her. Rory threw a pillow at her and stuck out her tongue. They ended up in a fit of giggles, as per usual, and finally died down when Lorelai came into the house.
"Hey, can I get a little help getting ready?" Lorelai called from her bedroom.
"Big date tonight?"
"Yet another poor unsuspecting boy," Rory teased.
"Hey! I heard that!"
Sookie and Rory made their way into Lorelai's room. She was digging through her clothes and made a face at most all of them as she tossed them disregardingly onto the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"None of these are right."
"What's wrong with them? It's not like he's seen you in any of these, you wear uniforms to school," Rory pointed out.
"But they aren't right."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Dinner and a movie."
"How original."
"Mom," Lorelai pleaded.
"Sorry, um, well, the theater will probably be chilly, so wear this sweater, with this tank under it, and these jeans." Rory laid out the clothes gingerly on the bed, and went about hanging up the other clothes in their rightful place in her closet.
"Wow. You do that fast."
"You'll get faster at it. You never have this much trouble getting ready."
"Yeah, well, I'm having brain freeze tonight," she mumbled as she pulled on her clothes and started messing with her hair. Sookie helped with her hair, and consulted on make up. The doorbell rang at 6:45, to which Lorelai's face turned to an expression of panic.
"Mom! He's fifteen minutes early!"
"Calm down."
"That's unheard of! Everyone knows you're supposed to be ten minutes late! He's like twenty-five minutes early!"
"I'll handle it, keep him occupied, just keep going."
"Be nice!" Lorelai called after her mother.
Rory stepped up to the door and saw the outline of the boy through the textured glass door. He was tall, and looked good even through the distorted image. She opened the door to see the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy staring back at her. 'No wonder she's flustered', Rory thought to herself.
"You must be Tristan," she smiled, offering her hand.
"Yes, Mrs. Gilmore," he shook her hand.
"It's Miss, actually. Just call me Rory."
"Alright."
"Come on in, she's almost ready."
"I know I'm a little early, but I wasn't sure what traffic would be like," he explained.
"She'll be out in a minute. So, Tristan, tell me about yourself."
Tristan sat on the couch, opposite Rory. He looked pretty nervous, like he wasn't used to the whole meeting the parents thing. Rory remembered what it was like, to be a young Hartford socialite. Given free reign and no parental supervision whatsoever.
"Um, well, I'm a sophomore, like Lorelai."
"You have your own car?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Dinner and a movie."
"That's what she said. Look, Tristan, I'm sure you're a wonderful person, and what I'm going to say has nothing to do with you, per say. I say it to all the boys Lorelai goes out with, okay?"
"O-Kay," he drawled, not liking the sound of this.
"Lorelai is my only child. I had her way too young, and I am not about to let her make the same mistake. You will have her home by curfew, you won't interfere with her schoolwork. She's happy and I'm happy. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
They sat in silence for a moment, and Rory got up. "I'll go get her."
He nodded and let out a breath of relief. He knew Lorelai was different from the moment he heard her first comeback fly out of her mouth. He also knew from what limited things she'd told him that her family life was different, and that she and her mom were extremely close, both emotionally and in age. He sat back and awaited them to reappear.
"So, he's a hottie," Rory raised her eyebrows at her daughter, leaning in the doorframe.
"Mom,"
"What? I may be your mother, but I'm not so old I can't see."
"I wanna see!" Sookie poked her head out past Rory, looking into the living room. "Ooh, honey, he's fine!"
"Will you two stop? He'll hear you!"
"Lorelai, I'm sure the boy owns quite a few mirrors, he knows he looks good," Rory teased.
"How do I look?"
"Pretty girl," Rory pawed at her shoulder playfully.
"Why do I ask you?"
"You look beautiful. He'll drop to his knees and swoon. And if he doesn't pick up a better guy at the restaurant," Rory kissed her daughter's cheek.
"Thanks. I'm off."
"Be home by midnight, or suffer the consequences!"
"I always am!"
Lorelai called over her shoulder as she walked out to meet Tristan. He stood and smiled at her, complimenting her as they headed for the door. Rory and Sookie looked on with dreamy far-off expressions on their faces.
"Ah, to be young and in love."
"Oh, don't say that!"
"Why?"
"Because my daughter just walked out of here with the boy probably most likely to be awarded the title of 'most likely to get into my daughter's pants'. If she's in love with him, I'm doomed."
Sookie giggled and patted her friend on the back. "Why don't we go get some coffee? You can find some new books, and we can meet this nephew of Jess'."
Rory agreed and they set out for the bookstore. She wouldn't mind getting some coffee and getting her mind off of Lorelai's current whereabouts. She trusted her daughter, but she also knew how easy it was to get lost in certain things. Especially when they involved a boy like Tristan.
"Get this woman some coffee!" Sookie announced. Kevin came up to Rory and handed her a large cup of coffee. She smiled and thanked him.
"Hey, where is Jess?"
"He ran over to the bus depot, to pick up his nephew."
"Thanks." Rory and Sookie settled down at a table with their coffee. Rory tried to think about other things, but her mind kept straying to Lorelai and Tristan.
"He reminds me of Chris," Rory said suddenly.
"Who, Tristan?"
"Yeah. They eyes, the cocky grin. I hope she's smarter than I was."
"She's fine. She's had you harping at her for years now. She was the only four year old who could tell you were babies came from in that great of detail I've ever seen."
"Oh, I wasn't that bad," Rory chided.
"No, but seriously, she's smart and you've done a great job with her."
"I know."
Meanwhile, Jess was sitting on a bench, reading a book as he waited for his nephew's bus to get in. He hadn't seen the kid in a couple of years, and was a little nervous. He hated being nervous. He had read the same line ten times, and finally gave up to check his watch. It was already seven o'clock, which was when the bus was due. However, it was coming all the way from New York, so it was bound to be a little behind schedule. At long last, a bus from New York pulled up and began letting people off. He had almost given up hope of seeing his nephew step off until at the last second, a young man whom he recognized stepped off. Luke had a large sports tote bag on one shoulder, and stepped up to his uncle.
"Luke."
"Jess," Luke replied. He showed no real emotion to the idea of being here in Stars Hollow. He'd been here a few times in his life, for various reasons. He'd never been here for more than a few hours at a time.
"So, we're this way," Jess said, pointing towards the bookstore. Luke fell into step with Jess as they walked through town.
"Uh, I enrolled you at Stars Hollow High. It's just a couple blocks from the bookstore. That's where I work, I own a bookstore, and we'll be living in the apartment over it. Do you read much?"
Luke shrugged his shoulders. "Not really more than I have to," he responded.
"Well, if you want to earn some cash, you can always help me out."
Luke nodded, looking around the town. It was seven o'clock and most of the town looked like it was ready to close down.
"Does everything close early here?"
"Pretty much. I'm open 'til 9 or 9:30, most places just close when it's dead enough."
"Great."
"So, this is it. I'll show you up to the apartment," Jess said as they reached the door.
He noticed Rory and Sookie sitting at a table, and stopped to introduce them.
"Luke, uh, this is Rory Gilmore and Sookie St. James. They'll be here a lot. This is my nephew, Luke."
Luke nodded at them, and looked around the small, but crowded bookstore. Everything here looked like it was out of a different time. He was so used to the non-stop pace of New York, where there was always something to do. He couldn't believe his mother had just up and left the state to travel around with her drug-loving freaks she called friends.
"Oh, Luke, before I forget, I asked Rory's daughter, Lorelai to show you around town tomorrow. She's your age," he informed him.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Okay, so, the apartment is this way," Jess continued up to the apartment, leaving Rory and Sookie looking on after them.
"He doesn't seem so happy," Sookie commented.
"He's from the city. He's probably marveling at the fact that we have two stores open past seven at night. He'll be fine."
Jess showed Luke the new bed that he'd gotten delivered early, and where to put his stuff.
"Uh, I still have to get you a dresser and some other stuff. Just let me know what you need. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry, help yourself to anything."
"Alright."
"So, I should get back downstairs."
"Okay."
Jess turned and sighed. Not that he'd had a clear picture in his mind of how this should go, but this probably wasn't it. He wanted to let Luke know this wasn't going to be the worst thing in the world, but from the look on his face, that's what he was thinking.
Rory and Sookie were still down in the café, and looked to Jess as he came downstairs.
"So, that's Luke," Rory offered.
"He's a good kid, he's just, well," Jess shook his head.
"Hey, maybe after Lorelai shows him around tomorrow and he starts school he'll feel better," Rory said hopefully.
"Yeah. I hope so. Not that Stars Hollow High was so great for me," Jess offered.
Rory smiled at Jess, with Sookie looking on, trying to hide her amusement at how these two acted together. Rory glanced at Sookie and kicked her under the table.
"So, where is Lorelai tonight?" Jess asked, noticing the glance Rory and Sookie shared.
"Ugh! She's on a date with the most beautiful boy in the world!" Rory complained.
"Alright. Forget I asked."
Luke came down the stairs to hear his uncle asking this Rory person where her daughter was. The one that was supposed to show him around. From what he remembered, it wouldn't take that long to do. Stars Hollow wasn't on most maps. He wondered what Lorelai was like. Her very name intrigued him, however, as much as he didn't want to be here, he figured it couldn't all be bad. He climbed back up the stairs and started to unpack the few things he'd bothered to bring with him.
AN: so, Luke is here! At long last! Thanks to those of you who are reviewing, I live for it. Yes, my life is sad, but I do.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, still own nothing pertaining to GG.
Rory stumbled down into the living room late on Saturday morning. She looked around and noticed something seemed ... different. Everything looked, cleaner somehow. She heard the radio playing in the kitchen and followed the noise.
Lorelai was in the kitchen, washing dishes. She was dancing along to the music as she wiped off the plates and glasses, placing them on the rack to dry. She twirled around and stopped when she saw her mother looking at her with an air of amusement.
"Oh, you're up!"
"Yes, yes. I am." Rory paused and walked over to her daughter. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Did you and Lane have some sort of argument last night?"
"No," Lorelai giggled at her mother.
"But you're cleaning."
"It's not angst-ridding cleaning, it's happy cleaning. Too much energy cleaning."
"Does this have to do with this guy?"
"His name is Tristan," she informed her mother.
"Right, Tristan. Rich people name their kids weird things."
"Says the woman who named her daughter after herself," Lorelai pointed out.
"When is he coming over?" Rory yawned.
"Uh, I think around seven."
"Alright." Rory sat down with a cup of coffee and picked up the newspaper.
"So, you got in late last night," Lorelai probed.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I helped Jess move some stuff around."
"Dirty."
"Lorelai, please. His nephew is coming tomorrow, and he needed to make room in the apartment for his stuff. That apartment is tiny!"
"I know, I saw it when he helped me with that book last week."
"I just lost track of time."
"You do have a tendency to do that with Jess."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mom, please."
"What?"
"Nothing, just you two are obviously hot for each other."
"We are not!"
"Whatever you say. Did you say his nephew was coming today?"
"Yeah, it got moved from Sunday, something with his mom," Rory rambled, a little flustered from Lorelai's accusations.
"I should call Jess, make sure he knows I can't show Luke around today, it has to be tomorrow."
"I think he knows."
"I'll just make sure. Unless you want to go over there later and tell him for me," Lorelai giggled again.
"You're insane!"
"We'll see. I'm going to run to Lane's and return some CD's. I'll see you later?"
"Sure, I'll be here," Rory yawned again as Lorelai threw the dishtowel back on the rack under the sink and bounced out the door. Rory honestly had no idea where she got all her energy. She couldn't ever remember being quite that full of gusto. Maybe it was from all the caffeine she'd given her in her short lifetime.
The day passed uneventfully. Rory's best friend, Sookie St. James, came over and they spent a lazy day chatting and catching up. Sookie was the chef at the Independence Inn in town. She'd met her soon after moving here with Lorelai, and she couldn't have made a better friend.
"So, you won't guess what Lorelai said to me earlier," Rory told Sookie.
"What?"
"She said that Jess and I were hot for each other," Rory said disbelievingly.
"So?" Sookie sounded far from surprised.
"So? That's crazy!"
"It's not that crazy, Ror," Sookie gave her a knowing look.
"What is it, confuse the hell out of Rory day?"
"No, sweetie, it's just, there's always been something between you two, a spark, you know," she went on.
"We're just friends."
"Alright. That's fine."
"We are."
"I know. But, you've never thought about anything more with him?"
"No. I mean, sure, he's attractive, but he's ... Jess," Rory said for a lack of a better word.
Sookie smiled at her. Rory threw a pillow at her and stuck out her tongue. They ended up in a fit of giggles, as per usual, and finally died down when Lorelai came into the house.
"Hey, can I get a little help getting ready?" Lorelai called from her bedroom.
"Big date tonight?"
"Yet another poor unsuspecting boy," Rory teased.
"Hey! I heard that!"
Sookie and Rory made their way into Lorelai's room. She was digging through her clothes and made a face at most all of them as she tossed them disregardingly onto the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"None of these are right."
"What's wrong with them? It's not like he's seen you in any of these, you wear uniforms to school," Rory pointed out.
"But they aren't right."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Dinner and a movie."
"How original."
"Mom," Lorelai pleaded.
"Sorry, um, well, the theater will probably be chilly, so wear this sweater, with this tank under it, and these jeans." Rory laid out the clothes gingerly on the bed, and went about hanging up the other clothes in their rightful place in her closet.
"Wow. You do that fast."
"You'll get faster at it. You never have this much trouble getting ready."
"Yeah, well, I'm having brain freeze tonight," she mumbled as she pulled on her clothes and started messing with her hair. Sookie helped with her hair, and consulted on make up. The doorbell rang at 6:45, to which Lorelai's face turned to an expression of panic.
"Mom! He's fifteen minutes early!"
"Calm down."
"That's unheard of! Everyone knows you're supposed to be ten minutes late! He's like twenty-five minutes early!"
"I'll handle it, keep him occupied, just keep going."
"Be nice!" Lorelai called after her mother.
Rory stepped up to the door and saw the outline of the boy through the textured glass door. He was tall, and looked good even through the distorted image. She opened the door to see the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy staring back at her. 'No wonder she's flustered', Rory thought to herself.
"You must be Tristan," she smiled, offering her hand.
"Yes, Mrs. Gilmore," he shook her hand.
"It's Miss, actually. Just call me Rory."
"Alright."
"Come on in, she's almost ready."
"I know I'm a little early, but I wasn't sure what traffic would be like," he explained.
"She'll be out in a minute. So, Tristan, tell me about yourself."
Tristan sat on the couch, opposite Rory. He looked pretty nervous, like he wasn't used to the whole meeting the parents thing. Rory remembered what it was like, to be a young Hartford socialite. Given free reign and no parental supervision whatsoever.
"Um, well, I'm a sophomore, like Lorelai."
"You have your own car?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Dinner and a movie."
"That's what she said. Look, Tristan, I'm sure you're a wonderful person, and what I'm going to say has nothing to do with you, per say. I say it to all the boys Lorelai goes out with, okay?"
"O-Kay," he drawled, not liking the sound of this.
"Lorelai is my only child. I had her way too young, and I am not about to let her make the same mistake. You will have her home by curfew, you won't interfere with her schoolwork. She's happy and I'm happy. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
They sat in silence for a moment, and Rory got up. "I'll go get her."
He nodded and let out a breath of relief. He knew Lorelai was different from the moment he heard her first comeback fly out of her mouth. He also knew from what limited things she'd told him that her family life was different, and that she and her mom were extremely close, both emotionally and in age. He sat back and awaited them to reappear.
"So, he's a hottie," Rory raised her eyebrows at her daughter, leaning in the doorframe.
"Mom,"
"What? I may be your mother, but I'm not so old I can't see."
"I wanna see!" Sookie poked her head out past Rory, looking into the living room. "Ooh, honey, he's fine!"
"Will you two stop? He'll hear you!"
"Lorelai, I'm sure the boy owns quite a few mirrors, he knows he looks good," Rory teased.
"How do I look?"
"Pretty girl," Rory pawed at her shoulder playfully.
"Why do I ask you?"
"You look beautiful. He'll drop to his knees and swoon. And if he doesn't pick up a better guy at the restaurant," Rory kissed her daughter's cheek.
"Thanks. I'm off."
"Be home by midnight, or suffer the consequences!"
"I always am!"
Lorelai called over her shoulder as she walked out to meet Tristan. He stood and smiled at her, complimenting her as they headed for the door. Rory and Sookie looked on with dreamy far-off expressions on their faces.
"Ah, to be young and in love."
"Oh, don't say that!"
"Why?"
"Because my daughter just walked out of here with the boy probably most likely to be awarded the title of 'most likely to get into my daughter's pants'. If she's in love with him, I'm doomed."
Sookie giggled and patted her friend on the back. "Why don't we go get some coffee? You can find some new books, and we can meet this nephew of Jess'."
Rory agreed and they set out for the bookstore. She wouldn't mind getting some coffee and getting her mind off of Lorelai's current whereabouts. She trusted her daughter, but she also knew how easy it was to get lost in certain things. Especially when they involved a boy like Tristan.
"Get this woman some coffee!" Sookie announced. Kevin came up to Rory and handed her a large cup of coffee. She smiled and thanked him.
"Hey, where is Jess?"
"He ran over to the bus depot, to pick up his nephew."
"Thanks." Rory and Sookie settled down at a table with their coffee. Rory tried to think about other things, but her mind kept straying to Lorelai and Tristan.
"He reminds me of Chris," Rory said suddenly.
"Who, Tristan?"
"Yeah. They eyes, the cocky grin. I hope she's smarter than I was."
"She's fine. She's had you harping at her for years now. She was the only four year old who could tell you were babies came from in that great of detail I've ever seen."
"Oh, I wasn't that bad," Rory chided.
"No, but seriously, she's smart and you've done a great job with her."
"I know."
Meanwhile, Jess was sitting on a bench, reading a book as he waited for his nephew's bus to get in. He hadn't seen the kid in a couple of years, and was a little nervous. He hated being nervous. He had read the same line ten times, and finally gave up to check his watch. It was already seven o'clock, which was when the bus was due. However, it was coming all the way from New York, so it was bound to be a little behind schedule. At long last, a bus from New York pulled up and began letting people off. He had almost given up hope of seeing his nephew step off until at the last second, a young man whom he recognized stepped off. Luke had a large sports tote bag on one shoulder, and stepped up to his uncle.
"Luke."
"Jess," Luke replied. He showed no real emotion to the idea of being here in Stars Hollow. He'd been here a few times in his life, for various reasons. He'd never been here for more than a few hours at a time.
"So, we're this way," Jess said, pointing towards the bookstore. Luke fell into step with Jess as they walked through town.
"Uh, I enrolled you at Stars Hollow High. It's just a couple blocks from the bookstore. That's where I work, I own a bookstore, and we'll be living in the apartment over it. Do you read much?"
Luke shrugged his shoulders. "Not really more than I have to," he responded.
"Well, if you want to earn some cash, you can always help me out."
Luke nodded, looking around the town. It was seven o'clock and most of the town looked like it was ready to close down.
"Does everything close early here?"
"Pretty much. I'm open 'til 9 or 9:30, most places just close when it's dead enough."
"Great."
"So, this is it. I'll show you up to the apartment," Jess said as they reached the door.
He noticed Rory and Sookie sitting at a table, and stopped to introduce them.
"Luke, uh, this is Rory Gilmore and Sookie St. James. They'll be here a lot. This is my nephew, Luke."
Luke nodded at them, and looked around the small, but crowded bookstore. Everything here looked like it was out of a different time. He was so used to the non-stop pace of New York, where there was always something to do. He couldn't believe his mother had just up and left the state to travel around with her drug-loving freaks she called friends.
"Oh, Luke, before I forget, I asked Rory's daughter, Lorelai to show you around town tomorrow. She's your age," he informed him.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Okay, so, the apartment is this way," Jess continued up to the apartment, leaving Rory and Sookie looking on after them.
"He doesn't seem so happy," Sookie commented.
"He's from the city. He's probably marveling at the fact that we have two stores open past seven at night. He'll be fine."
Jess showed Luke the new bed that he'd gotten delivered early, and where to put his stuff.
"Uh, I still have to get you a dresser and some other stuff. Just let me know what you need. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry, help yourself to anything."
"Alright."
"So, I should get back downstairs."
"Okay."
Jess turned and sighed. Not that he'd had a clear picture in his mind of how this should go, but this probably wasn't it. He wanted to let Luke know this wasn't going to be the worst thing in the world, but from the look on his face, that's what he was thinking.
Rory and Sookie were still down in the café, and looked to Jess as he came downstairs.
"So, that's Luke," Rory offered.
"He's a good kid, he's just, well," Jess shook his head.
"Hey, maybe after Lorelai shows him around tomorrow and he starts school he'll feel better," Rory said hopefully.
"Yeah. I hope so. Not that Stars Hollow High was so great for me," Jess offered.
Rory smiled at Jess, with Sookie looking on, trying to hide her amusement at how these two acted together. Rory glanced at Sookie and kicked her under the table.
"So, where is Lorelai tonight?" Jess asked, noticing the glance Rory and Sookie shared.
"Ugh! She's on a date with the most beautiful boy in the world!" Rory complained.
"Alright. Forget I asked."
Luke came down the stairs to hear his uncle asking this Rory person where her daughter was. The one that was supposed to show him around. From what he remembered, it wouldn't take that long to do. Stars Hollow wasn't on most maps. He wondered what Lorelai was like. Her very name intrigued him, however, as much as he didn't want to be here, he figured it couldn't all be bad. He climbed back up the stairs and started to unpack the few things he'd bothered to bring with him.
AN: so, Luke is here! At long last! Thanks to those of you who are reviewing, I live for it. Yes, my life is sad, but I do.