Tales of a Lonely Girl

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Chapter Summary: Poor Lorelai's getting fed up with being alone. So she makes plans to go visit our favorite diner owner in Maine.

I had no intentions of having Lorelai go to visit him, but I thought it would be cute, so here ya go.

I edited this chapter 10/14-I accidentally said the Inn was open, but it isn't just yet!

Fed Up with the World- L/E/R 2 L/L

Three days had gone by since Lorelai talked to Luke. Seven days had gone by since Lorelai talked to her daughter, better known at this time as Rory. In no way was she trying to disown her, but their last encounter was far from friendly. Lorelai tried calling Luke, but for some reason he wasn't answering. She left two messages, but he still didn't call back. It was a Sunday afternoon, and Lorelai was home from work on a break. She needed as many breaks as she could take. The Dragonfly was mad with guests, which was a good thing, but a break doesn't hurt every once in a while. She walked in and the phone was ringing. 'Please be Luke.' She thought to herself.

"Hello?"

"Hello Lorelai."

"Mother." Lorelai said without trying to sound too disappointed. Her mother could always read right through her.

"Were you expecting somebody else?"

"No, what makes you think that?"

"You just didn't seem very thrilled to hear my voice."

"Are you kidding, mom. I am beyond thrilled about hearing that voice, thousands, and thousands of miles away from me–here." Lorelai said sarcastically.

"I'm glad you are coping without us. How have you been?"

"Busy. Crazy busy. How are you guys?"

"Europe is beautiful this time of year. Really. We're having a wonderful time. We just haven't talked to you since we got here and wanted to touch base."

"Well mom, I believe this conversation is passed all possible bases."

"And that's supposed to mean?"

"Never mind, mom. So, how's Rory?"

"You can ask her that yourself. She's just in the other room, I'll get her for you."

Lorelai wasn't exactly anticipating talking to Rory. They both have been in bad moods, and the only other time they talked, there conversation went a little something like this: 'Hi.' 'Hi.' 'How are you?' 'Fine. We're going shopping now' 'I have to go run the Inn.' 'I'll talk to you later.' 'Yeah, later.' And all of a sudden later was now, and Lorelai didn't have much confidence that things would be better. Lorelai heard Emily tell Rory she was on the phone for her. She didn't hear anything from Rory until she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Rory said. She knew it was her mom, and she tried to sound as boring, and uninterested as she could.

"Hi." Lorelai said, equally as bored. She knew Rory wouldn't ask the questions. She was just acting too childish. But being childish does get old. "How are you?" Lorelai impatiently asked after a few awkward seconds of waiting for Rory to grow up. Not today. That's all.

"I'm okay. How are you?" Rory asked, but something was different in her voice this time, and Lorelai realized it. And it wasn't a good thing. She never sounded so cold in her life.

"You want to know how I am?" Let the ramble begin.

"Okay."

"I'm a little sick of your attitude."

"What attitude?" Rory calmly asked.

Lorelai laughed a little. Laughed at her stupidity, that is. "What attitude? Rory, I'm not the smartest person. I think we all know that. Sometimes, I forget which is the hot and cold in the shower which then of course results in a freezing shower, but I live. But, I think I'm smart enough to know you have an attitude and that if you don't lose it soon, I just don't think you should talk to me."

Rory took offense. It's not like she wanted to be mad at her mom. As a matter of fact, being in a fight with her was Rory's least favorite thing. Especially since Lorelais more than a mom, she's her best friend. "Grandma told me to talk to you."

"Fine then, I'm going to go, have fun in Europe. Maybe I'll talk to you later."

"Okay."

"Or, maybe I won't."

"Okay."

"Is that all you can say now?"

"I've got to go, Grandma's calling me."

"Fine. Bye." Lorelai hung up the phone and through it on the couch. She sat down on the arm of the couch and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and middle finger. Her head was pounding. She didn't mean to yell at Rory. She couldn't help it though, really. The Dragonfly had been driving her crazy. She spent way to many hours there and the place hadn't even opened yet! Not to mention was she a little upset about not talking to Luke. It had been almost a week and half since he left. 'Great, just 2 ½ more weeks.' She thought. Then, the phone rung.

"Hello?" She sounded upset and tired, you could tell.

"Hey, it's me."

"Me as in...Luke Danes?"

"Uh, yeah." He could tell she was pissed.

"My, my, I thought you disappeared or something."

"Huh?"

"I don't know, it's just I've been trying to call you and you don't answer anymore. And you don't respond to my messages." At this point, he knew she wasn't being her sarcastic self. This wasn't good.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I've been really busy with Liz and T.J., and I haven't been getting the greatest reception out here. I didn't mean for it to look like I was ignoring you."

"Yeah, well I have to go. Long day. Talk to you later." She hung up and through the phone, only regretting her every move seconds later.

'Ah, I didn't mean to yell at Luke. Of all people, not Luke. Plus, where do I have authority yelling at Luke like he's mine and he has to call? Now he'll probably ignore me the rest of the time, and when he gets home, I bet he won't want to go on that date.' The thoughts were running through her mind. 'Why does this all have to be so complicated?'

"Gaaaah!" Lorelai screamed out loud. She picked up the phone and dialed Luke's cell phone hoping he'd answer.

"Hello?" He knew it was her. Called ID comes in handy. He didn't sound mad at all.

"I'm sorry." She said sympathetically.

"It's okay, I'm sure your just busy."

"No, it's not okay. I don't get to yell at you. I don't. I've just been in such a funk, the Dragonfly's crazy, Rory and I are fighting..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Yeah, well now you do."

"Yeah..."

"Really, I just miss you." She said quietly.

"I know, I miss you too." He said equally as quiet.

"Why do you have to be gone for another 2 ½ weeks?"

"They need my help..."

"I know, but...I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking you that. I know why. You're being a nice brother. You're being a good person, cause that's what you are."

"Thanks." He had no idea where she was going with this, but he knew somewhere.

"It's just that I have nobody here. Sookie and I are both wrapped in our own little worlds, Rory's gone, but not like it'd make a difference if she was here, because we'd probably still be ignoring each other, and you're gone. And I'm just mad that we were just getting started, and you had to leave."

"Believe me, I'm more mad than you think. I've waited for–well, never mind." He said, biting his tounge.

A curve was appearing on Lorelai's face, but quickly vanished as soon as he said never mind. "Oh." She tried not to sound disappointed. "I have an idea."

"What?"

"How about I come and visit you!"

"In Maine?"

"Well, I have an early meeting Thursday, but then I'm not going back there till Sunday. I can come on Thursday and leave Friday night or Saturday or something. I just...I want to see you."

"You want to drive all the way to Maine to see me?"

"It's not that far."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah I'm sure. I could stay in a hotel for the night. It doesn't sound like you want me to come though."

"Of course I want you too. But you're not sleeping at a hotel."

"Do you have a better suggestion? I never really thought of pulling a Jess. Sleeping in the car just isn't me."

"You can stay with me at Liz's."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, grinning.

"Well, they only have this guest room that I'm in, but, I can sleep on the floor, you can get the bed."

"Oh not this again."

"It's fine really."

She laughed a little. "Uh, Luke, I think we can work something...else, out." She said smiling into the phone. He knew exactly what she meant.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I need a break."

"Good, because I want to see you. I mean, ya know, I'm getting sick of all these stupid renaissance people."

"Good."

"So, Thursday?"

"Thursday."

"Maybe you should ask Liz or something."

"I...think she'll be okay with it."

"And T.J.?"

"He told me, and I quote, "why look at Nicole when you've got Lorelai right there? Now that woman is hot.'"

"Aw, I new he always had a crush on me."

"Pretty, sure. Beautiful, yeah. But who says hot?" Luke asked.

"Only the top notch guys. Don't be jealous, Lukey. I still like you better."

"Glad to know."

"So, I should get going, call me tonight though okay?"

"Okay."

"Bye Luke."

"Bye."

"Oh, and I'm sorry about earlier. I'm just...fed up with the world right now. You know how it goes."

"Yeah, I do."

"I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, bye Lorelai."