Tales of a Lonely Girl
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Confessions- The Visit Part 2
Chapter 5-
Early the next morning, Lorelai woke up to some sort of banging coming from outside their bedroom door. She opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed was the way her head fit perfectly on Luke's chest and the way her arm slung over Luke's stomach so still. Early morning, and smiling already.
"Ugh, what's is that!" She yelled in frustration a few moments after the banging still wouldn't stop. She didn't mean to wake Luke up, but...it was getting annoying, and damn, it was way to early for any of this.
"What?" Luke groggily opened his eyes, adjusting to the sun. He smiled when he saw Lorelai next to him.
"It's frickin World War 2 all over again." She laid her head back down on Luke's chest and threw the pillow she was using over her head, deliberately trying to ignore the noise.
"It's T.J. He's been fixing the shelves in the hall..."
"Isn't he supposed to have a broken arm?" She asked accusingly.
"Apparently he's in better shape than we thought."
"Yeah, really. Never underestimate the annoying ones."
"You're telling me."
She threw the pillow off her head and looked up at Luke. A mysterious grin played along the sides of her lips. He rose his eyebrows in question.
"How do you feel about going out there and...I dunno, say, break his other arm so the banging will ya know, stop?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell him to shut up."
He got up and walked outside into the hall. Lorelai laughed as she heard Luke threatening to break his other arm. A few minutes after the banging had completely decreased, Luke walked in with a steaming cup of coffee. Lorelai looked up when the door opened and immediately smiled.
"I don't suppose that's for you, is it?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.
He sat down next to her and handed her the cup of coffee. "Uh, no it's for you."
She took a large sip and smiled at him. She casually leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.
"Thanks."
"Yep."
She put down the cup and leaned over across Luke, reaching for his flannel shirt laying on his side of the bed. She grabbed it and put it on.
"Be right back!"
She jumped out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she walked over to Luke and stood next to his side of the bed. He laughed and gestured his hands at his oversized shirt that took over Lorelai.
Her fingers played with the buttons at the top of the shirt. "Hey, plaids the new pink. Didn't anybody tell you that?"
"You look good in it."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but somebody seems extra cheery this morning." She said, poking his cheek with her index finger.
"Uh, I wouldn't stretch it out that far."
"Ah, that's right. Someone got lucky last night." She said, winking playfully. He leaned forward a little bit and through his arms around her stomach, pulling her down and giving her a kiss.
Little did she know, he did get lucky last night. In not in a sexual way, although, he did conquer that too. But that wasn't what made him happy. The sheer image of Lorelai Gilmore, standing in front of him, at hours she was never awake for, wearing his plaid made him happy. Being with her, made him happy. And after last night, it made him "extra-happy." At times, things seemed weird, a few occasional awkward silences, and caught stares, but they survived it. There were a lot more positives to the night than negatives. That's for sure.
Several hours later, Lorelai grabbed Luke's hand and pulled him into the door, laughing. "I can't believe you didn't think that was fun!"
"I can't believe you did..."
"How could you not mess with that poor man's head? How is any, normal girl, supposed to keep a straight face when talking to a man, who quiet possibly is older than that toaster you have in the diner, wearing tights and a leotard?"
"Well..." Luke began.
"Ah ha! That's what I thought! You thought it was funny too."
"It wasn't funny." He said pointedly.
"So, I guess...if...I dunno, say, I, sweet Lorelai Gilmore, wrapped you up in tights and leotard, you wouldn't think it's funny?"
"No, I defiantly wouldn't. And that's not going to happen."
"Fine, fine. But hey, listen, if you still aren't coming back for a few more weeks, I don't blame you. The Renaissance Fair is the best!" She clapped her hands in excitement as she took out the items from her bag which consisted of several necklaces and pairs of earrings that Luke insisted on buying her.
Luke rolled his eyes. "I still don't know how a few minutes turned into a few hours. We were there way to long."
"What, sweetie, did you have other plans for us?" She asked him as if she was comforting a crying baby. She had her way with things. That's for sure.
"Well apparently you and I have different definitions of fun."
"Apparently." She put the earrings and necklaces back in the little bag, and stared at him, smiling. "In some cases, that is." She said smiling seductively at him. Yes, she did have her way with things.
They spent a good majority of their afternoon watching TV. They were always either holding hands, or Luke had his arm securely wrapped around her while she cuddled under the blanket. Liz and T.J. were still at the fair, and wouldn't be back for a little while. When it came close to 6, Luke through the blanket off of her.
"Go get ready."
"You want to go already?"
"We could wait I guess. I just figured you'd be hungry."
"Me, hungry? Never."
He laughed at her and she took her cue to go get ready. She took a fast shower, after persuading Luke that it wouldn't take her 45 minutes, and got ready pretty quickly. For Lorelai at least. There's that constant irking when she knew that Luke was there waiting for her. Not at the diner, waiting to pick her up. She through on her shoes, grabbed a sweater in case it got cold, and walked out of the bedroom. Luke once again was sitting on the couch watching a game on TV. Baseball, most certainly not acceptable to Lorelai.
They got in the car and headed to a near by restaurant, a little more casual than the one from the night before. They sat in comfortable silence most of the ride. It wasn't very far away from the house. A few minutes before they got there, Lorelai decided to talk.
"I had fun today."
Luke smiled, while staring straight ahead still. "Good. I did too."
"I had fun yesterday too. Really fun." She smiled.
"Me too."
"I just wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow morning."
"Well, you don't have too..." He started. "It's not like you have anything big happening on Monday." He said, kidding of course.
"Excuse me!" She punched him lightly on his arm. "Monday's probably going to be, the biggest day of my life."
"That's what you say on Danish Day."
"I repeat Monday's probably going to be the biggest day of my life."
"I know, I was kidding. All set?"
"Yeah, I guess. We'll be up all night tomorrow though, I just know it."
"Doing what?"
"I don't know. Cooking, cleaning, calming eachother down."
"Ah yes, the three inevitable C's."
"You just made a joke!" She said.
"Not really...but sure."
"Are we almost there?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, duh. I'm only starving to death!"
"Oh yeah, silly me. How could I forget? You only told me that 2 minutes ago."
"Shut up and drive."
When they got back to the house, Liz and T.J. were sitting on the couch watching TV. Luke heard T.J. mumble something and point to him.
"What is it T.J?" Luke asked as if he was expected of something.
"I was just mentioning to Liz today that my arms a little soar from pressing all those buttons on the remote."
"I'll send you a sympathy card."
He grabbed Lorelai's hand and walked her into their room as she smiled and waved to Liz and T.J. on the couch, who returned the gesture. He closed the door behind him, and turned on the lights.
"Damnit."
"What?"
"The stupid light's are burnt out. Let me go get a new lightbulb." He began walking outside the door until Lorelai grabbed a hold of him.
"No, just...leave it."
"But it's dark in here."
"It's okay. It's nice. It's not that dark." But it was. There was something about Lorelai and the dark. It was so much more peaceful. "Come here."
She slipped off her high heels and laid on the bed. She dragged Luke with her, and rested on his chest again, with one arm over his stomach as he rubbed her other arm up and down.
"So, let's talk."
"About what?"
"About...us."
Luke smiled. Good thing it was dark. To him, it was embarrassing to smile in front of her, just at the word 'us.' Little did she know, it meant a lot to him. Almost too much, but not quiet.
"What about...us." He dragged the words out just like she did before.
"I don't know, I'm just trying to think of something to talk about." She pointed back and forth between them, "this..." she gestured, "is nice."
"Yeah, it is."
"I'm happy." She said quietly, smiling to herself. It had been a while since she felt like this. This was nothing compared to her relationship with Jason. No, nothing at all.
"I am too."
"Can I ask you something, Luke?"
"If I said no, would it stop you anyways?"
She ignored him, and twirled a piece of her hair, thinking. "You know all those rumors?"
"No, Lorelai, I don't read the tabloids religiously like you. Enlighten me."
"No, I mean between...us." Again with the us.
"Which rumors?" He asked quickly, like he had to disregard any fictional information.
"That...you've always had a 'thing' for me."
"Oh, those rumors."
"Yeah."
"Well, what about them?"
"I'm just wondering, we're they true?"
"I've had a thing for you before now, yeah."
That wasn't the answer she was looking for, and Luke could tell from her disappointed, "oh." She wasn't going to get him go this easily. She wanted the answers, and being Lorelai, she was going to get them.
"How long have you had a thing for me?" She asked quietly, trying to sound innocent.
"Not to long..." Another lie, and she knew it.
"Oh." Another disappointed oh, and he could tell.
"Not to long...before Rachel came back."
She smiled to herself. She knew the answer was more like that.
"Really?" She asked, trying to sound surprised.
"Yeah, before Rachel came back, I realized you had a nice side too...besides your obnoxious, coffee-addicted, loud self."
"How genuine of you. You're quiet the gentlemen."
"Yeah, well..."
"So, before Rachel. Then what happend when she came back? Did you realize that you still were in love with her?"
"No." He answered quickly. Quicker than intended. "That's the thing. I didn't love her."
"Oh."
"And she knew it. That's why she left."
"Because she knew you didn't love her?"
"Because she knew I wasn't in love with...her."
"Right...with....her." Lorelai said, and for some reason she closed her eyes when she talked because she was afraid of where this conversation was headed. It was too early to say...I love you, wasn't it?
"But with somebody else..."
"Somebody else." She didn't expect herself to say this, "somebody being me?"
"Yeah."
"Oh." Now the questions about whether or not it was true–that he was in love with her while with Rachel. But she didn't want to push the answers out of him. Not unless he wanted to tell her and she had a good feeling that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. She wasn't the only uncomfortable one.
"Was it true?" It blurted out, really. Lorelai's eyes clenched tighter, and her grip around his stomach weakened. She was extremely nervous, unsure of what he said.
"8 years is a long time, Lorelai."
"I know."
"A lot of feelings can happen in 8 years."
"They can. Good and bad." She said matter-of-factly.
"But these feelings..." He said, running his hand over her arm, "these were good feelings. Really good feelings."
She smiled to herself. So maybe it wasn't too early to say it indirectly to eachother, but she knew that what he meant.
"I'm glad." And now, he new she meant it too.
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