Hello everyone! Sorry this took so long to update...I've been real busy, and had a severe case of writer's block. I almost died... s0b Anyway, more is coming real soon, and enjoy the javajunkieness! By the way, I'm not real sure when this story takes place...it all came from my imagination. Sorry if that's confusing...

BrOwNiEs FoReVeR

Britt

Shout Outs

x.kromediva.x: Thankyou so0o much!

totaltvjunkie: Thankyou! This is mostly gonna be in Luke's point of view, so that should make all of the Luke fanatics happy... ;)

gilmoregirl1979: I love the detailed review! I would give out more of them myself if I wasn't so gosh darn LaZy!... YES I AM GO-GO-GETTING! :)

gilmorefan1200: How dare you...THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A TRAGEDY! Nah ha ha ha, I'm joking! Thanks so much, hope you will continue to think it's funny later... Please keep reading!

Allison: I know...I suck at dates. Will be more careful in the future!

Chelsea-Lynne : Hee hee hee...what movies should I make them torture Luke with? I'm still thinking on that one...

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Kay, have fun reading! Happy holidays...

Ding-dong!

Luke stood uncomfortably on the Gilmore's front porch, juggling two paper bags containing coffee and food in one hand, while repeatedly ringing the doorbell. Those Gilmore Girls were never ready on time…they always made him wait. Unless he wasn't ready, and then they forced him to hurry! It was exasperating, but part of the fun all the same. Though he would never admit it, even though he grumbled, Luke knew he would never change a thing.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Answer the damn door or I'm going ho—"

"LUKIE!"

"Gaaaah! Geez!" Luke dropped one of the paper bags in surprise as the door banged open very loudly, suddenly revealing a maniacally grinning Lorelai. She was wearing a pink sparkly party-hat that matched her little kid pajamas covered with tiny coffee cups, and a pair of fuzzy house slippers. Luke's heart was still pounding, as he stared at her in disbelief a moment later.

"Why, why…what…what is the matter with you?" Lorelai did her famous pout, the one where her whole face got scrunched up and her lower lip stuck all the way out. She knew that he couldn't stay mad when she did that, and to Luke, this was very exasperating, since she always knew all the right buttons to press when it came to manipulating him.

"I was just having a little fun…"

"That was not fun."

"Well…it was fun-ny!" Lorelai smiled up at him, and all of Luke's anger immediately melted away, which vaguely irritated him. He halfheartedly sighed, and leaned down to pick up the paper bag that he had dropped.
"You know, it's your fault if the burgers are smushed."

"You brought burgers? Oh, goody, we'll have twice the food now!" Luke raised an eyebrow.
"You mean you have more food?" Lorelai grinned again and nodded, bouncing a little in anticipation, and started dragging him into the house.
"Come and see!" Tripping over a mismatched pair of sneakers, complete with mismatched socks shoved into them, Luke cautiously made his way into the Gilmore kitchen, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious. So far, though, the only thing that caught his eye was the date on the milk sitting on the counter. It was at least two weeks past the expiration date, and though he was naturally a little picky about his food, being a diner owner and all, Luke felt this was a bit much, considering that the liquid inside was probably lethal by now. Tapping Lorelai's shoulder, and interrupting her from her busy chattering that he had been blocking out of his head, Luke pointed at the milk and opened his mouth.
"Lor—"

"Oooh, I see you've noticed Bertie!" Luke stood there, staring at the carton of milk. Many thoughts flew through his head, most of them ending with "Crazy lady", or, "huh?"

"Dare I ask why you are now naming your milk?"

"Weeell…the story goes like this: One day, I think it was last Saturday…or, no, maybe it was the week before that. Well anyway, Rory was making a bowl of cereal at midnight, you know, for a midnight snack, not that you ever have them, I'm just saying, but anyway—"

"Get on with it, will you?"

"Geez, hold your horses." Lorelai giggled, her eyes sparkling and making her look extremely pretty. Not that Luke noticed. Nope, she was just like any other annoying, beautiful, blue eyed woman he had ever seen. He was immune to her charms.

"Meanwhile, back to what I was saying. Rory was making herself a bowl of cereal, Captain Crunch I think it was, when all of a sudden she screamed at me that the milk was alive. Now you can imagine what I was thinking, I mean what does any self- respecting mother do when her daughter goes schizoid? But seeing as how Rory usually has a good reason for yelling strange things out of nowhere, unlike me, I decided to see what was going on. I came into the kitchen, and saw Rory staring at what seemed to be a perfectly good carton of milk, like she had seen a ghost. So I asked her what the hell was wrong with the milk, right after I interrogated her to see if she was sleepwalking and sniffed her breath to see if she had been drinking, and she told me it had moved. She screamed at me to look, and right when I looked, the entire milk carton wobbled." Lorelai looked at Luke with an expression that told him she expected him to be awed and amazed at the words coming out of her mouth, and hanging on to her every syllable. Needless to say, he was not too impressed.
"Could you get on with the story?"

"Okay, okay. So anyway, there I am looking at the wobbly milk carton, moving around all on it's own, and I grab a spatula and proceed to beat the crap out of the milk, while Rory cheers. So the milk falls over, and guess what's under it?"

"What?"

"Guess!"

"What the hell was it?"

"GUESS!"

"Sheesh! Okay…it was Elvis's ghost."

"Well that would have been cool…but no." Luke rolled his eyes, sighing at how exasperating she was.
"What then?" Lorelai tilted her head and stepped forward. Putting her hands on Luke's shoulders, she stood on her tippy-toes and brought her face very close to his, making his heart skip a beat. She leaned even closer, softly breathing her sweet coffee-breath on his face, and looking into his eyes…

"A GIANT COCKROACH!"

"Geez!" A flustered Luke yelped in surprise for the second time that day, his heart dancing in a very different way then it had been a moment ago, and stumbled into the refrigerator, accidentally knocking down a magnetic picture of Orlando Bloom stuck to the fridge, and a large salt container decorated with hot pink lipstick kisses that had been precariously perched on top of two old boxes of crackers. He could feel his face heating up and turning the color of a cherry tomato, or a bottle of ketchup. Hell, he was blushing a whole lot redder than that, and it wasn't a good thing. Why did he always have to lose his cool around Lorelai? Why was every moment with her so excruciatingly awkward? No scratch that, it wasn't awkward for her at all, because she didn't like him. It was only awkward for Luke. For example right now; she was standing over him giggling while he scrambled to pick up the things he had knocked over in his great moment of stupidity.
"I'm sorry Luke, did I scare you?"

"No," Luke grunted, "I always slam into refrigerators; it's my hobby."

"Awww…it's okay! Just be careful not to hurt Bertie…because since you stole Bert, she's his replacement." Luke looked at her with a face full of disbelief, and sighed.
"Oh Lord…is the whole night going to be like this?"

"You bet…and stop with the grumpy-face! You love every bit of it!" There goes my dignity…Grunting and climbing up from the floor, Luke wondered what would come next in this interminable night…