I updated! Hallejujah, hallejujah...(not sure if that's spelled right, but who cares!) The next chapter should come sooner; I've just had a major case of writer's block. That coupled with my homework, and the fact that I'm not as obsessed with gilmore girls as Iused to behas had a major effect on my writing. But don't worry, this story will be finished! (With a happy ending, cause I love those.) I would appriciate some ideas for javajunkieness, though...what do you guys want to read? (I already know what you want to read gilmoregirl!) 0o BTW, Sorry, this is kinda a filler chapter cause I can't think.

SHoUt OuTs:

Spuffyluvr: heh heh, it only took me a month and a half (rolls eyes in exasperation) ...but the next couple of chappies should be coming along a lot quicker. Thanks!

beautifulbutterfly: Don't worry, I will!

GOThICsOCkMoNKeYs: Yeah I saw the preview...and I also just saw the actual eppisode. It made me so sad...I don't want them to break up!s0b well I think I'm going to put your name in here somewhere, so beware! muah ha ha ha ha thanks for reviewing.

gilmoregirl1979: on the sweater thing: It's just something I like to do in the summer; put clothes inthe freezer (really hot looking ones like a parka or something), and thengo outside and watch the people give me weird looks, since I live in hawaii. What canI say, I'm strange.xD Plus it's nice and cool.And I can freak my friends out when they see clothes in my fridge instead of koolaid. Anyway, your reviews always make me bust out laughing lol thanks! Spring break in a couple weeks, so more L/L coming soon...SarahRabb705: thankyouthankyouthankyou!

screaming truth:Thanks! Wat's LP mean?

ProFfeSseR: yeah...poor luke (laughs evily) he sure gets himself into awkward situations. Glad you like!

totaltvjunkie: I can't wait for the javajunkieness to start, either! I'm having some trouble thinking of ideas, though...EVIL HOMEWORK!

On With The Story!

Luke was uncomfortable. Of course, this wasn't anything unusual or anything, but still. The conversation with Rory had started out normal enough…

"Hey, Luke!"

"Hey."

"So…how old are you?" Rory put a sweet angelic expression on her face, smiling sweetly. Until her mom got back from choosing movies, which would be at least 15 minutes according to how carefully Rory had hidden the tape Lorelai desperately wanted Luke to watch, she had Luke all to herself to interrogate. She would start slowly, making her way to the most uncomfortable questions…about how he felt about her Mom. Rory loved playing matchmaker, and she thought that Luke and her Mom would be cute together…maybe walking along a beach at twilight, their fingers entwined and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears as the waves crashed gently in the background, and the moon peeped its way out from behind a frosty cloud…okay, so maybe she shouldn't have borrowed that cheesy Harlequin from Lane, as some of the lines were permanently stuck in her head, and she was starting to imagine Dean coming up to her with a red rose clenched between his teeth…but at least it had given her some incentive to finally do something about the Luke-and-Lorelai situation. Really, it was ridiculous the way they danced around each other, flirting over coffee (over death in a cup according to Luke), and never actually doing anything. Late last night, her Mom had finally after much stuttering and hand-waving asked Rory whether she thought Luke liked her as more then a friend. They had come up with a rather elaborate plan for Rory to "interrogate" Luke to see what he really thought. The next morning after her coffee buzz had vanished as she slept, Lorelai had gotten cold feet and canceled it, threatening to throw away Rory's favorite book if she said anything to Luke. Little did she know that Rory was going to get to the bottom of this once and for all…and that she had hidden all her best books at Lanes, just in case. And when Lorelai came back, she was going to find a whole lot of pillows on the floor for Rory to lay on, and the couch nice and empty for her and Luke. This is gonna be fun…

"Uh…I'm 34...no, wait, today's my stupid birthday. I'm 35."

"Cool! My Mom's 32. You guys aren't that far apart, huh?"

"Uh…yeah. Yeah, right."

"Sooo…" Watching Rory spread a sleeping bag and some pillows on the floor, and feeling uncomfortable again, Luke tried to make a non-weirded out sound, a sound someone would make if they were comfortable and happy, and in a birthday kind of mood.

"Harrumph." Rory jumped, dropping a large Tweety-bird pillow.

"Luke?"

"Yes?"

"What was that noise?" Luke shifted on the couch, shrugging uneasily.

"Uh…nothing."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, yeah… harrumph." Luke didn't know why he felt so nervous…he just did. Maybe it was because he knew Lorelai was planning to freak him out. Or maybe it was the shifty look in Rory's eyes. What the hell are you thinking, Danes? Rory doesn't look shifty, she looks…she looks… Oh, God.

Meanwhile, Rory was hurriedly trying to think of a way to ask Luke if he liked her mom without freaking him out too much. Maybe she should launch into the story of how she saved a bright orange talking potted petunia from hundreds of evil mini-munchkin Harry Potters in the dream she had had last night, and then work it in from there. And that wouldn't freak him out? Okay, so maybe that was a bad idea. What would happen if she just flat out asked him? He couldn't run…she had locked the deadlock from the inside, and he didn't have a key. Yeah…this could work. It had to; it was the only think she could think of.

"Luke, I have a question. You know when you built the chuppah for my mom? Why did you do that?"

"Uh…uh…because I—"

"Was it because evil Martians threatened to vaporize your favorite hat? Or was it because you desperately wanted to distract mom from the fact that you were starting to turn into a drag queen? Or was it because you were in love with my mom, and wanted to make yourself feel less guilty about the fact that you weren't happy for her and Max? Which one was it, huh? Which one?"

Luke looked around the living room in panic, his eyes resting first on a giant framed picture of Brad Pitt (what was with all the pictures of celebrities in this house?), then on the remote control which was decorated with coffee-mug shaped stickers, and lastly on the giant pile of multicolored junk-food packages, Chinese food cartons, pizza, soda, and coffee precariously stacked on the coffee table. None of these objects helped him at all. Crap.

Rory sighed. "Okay, if you answer truthfully, I won't tell Lorelai, you only have to consume three kinds of junk food, and you can take the hat off."

"Uh…uh…not the first one."

"Okaaay…"

"Definitely not the second one." (A/N: Thank God!)

"So that leaves…" Luke turned red, took a deep breath, and started waving his hands in the air, accidentally hitting his pointed hat a couple of times and knocking it askew.

"I was perfectly happy for them, okay? Perfectly happy. I mean, I even sat with all of Miss Patty's mini-brides, and ate a piece of too-sweet cholesterol-laced cake, and I was happy. Nothing was bothering me at all. I thought Max was a really nice…a really nice…he was a good per…he was, he was…okay, so I hated him. But it was fate. It was fate that I would end up alone, and I knew that, and I thought the chuppah was cool, goddamnit And me and Lorelai are really good friends. She's nice, and she helped me paint my diner, and she trusts me, and she drives me nuts, and she, she—"

"So you like her."

"Wh-wha-what are you talking about? I don't, I don't…okay, maybe." On the last word, Luke's voice cracked, making him wince in embarrassment.

"That's all I wanted to know, you can take the hat off now." Luke hurriedly ripped off the hat, and then sat fidgeting with it in his hands, refusing to look Rory in the eye.

"So…so you won't tell her right?" Rory grinned, and mimed zipping her lips.

"I won't say a word, I promise."

As Luke was trying to pull himself together, and stop his hands from shaking, he heard thundering and off-key singing coming down the stairs. It was either King Kong, The Hulk, or Lorelai.

"Who's ready for a HAPPY-BIRTHDAY-MOVIETHON?" Rory jumped up and cheered, bouncing in excitement and trying unsuccessfully to keep the many hard candies and various starbursts she was sucking on from falling out of her mouth.

"Okay…ladies and gentlemen, I now present tonight's movies: Romeo and Juliet, The princess Diaries, and 16 candles! Yay!" Luke looked horrified, which caused Lorelai to almost trip over the bottom stair because she was laughing so hard.

"I'm totally joking, Luke; don't look so freaked. The real movies are five of the greatest Southpark episodes of all time, uncensored, and The Shining." Luke breathed a sigh of relief. Anything was better than love stories, which would just embarrass and depress him.

"Okay, let's watch Southpark first! And Luke, make sure you drink a lot of tea, because you're gonna need the caffeine for tonight. Unless you want to have a cup of coffee…"

"No thanks."

"I knew it. Well let's get this party started!"

An hour later, Luke sat on Lorelai's couch, guffawing at Southpark. This really wasn't so bad after all. In fact, this may have been the funniest thing he had ever seen. These kids sure swore a lot, though. He didn't really think it was suitable for Rory, but considering she was Lorelai's daughter, she probably knew all of the words, anyway.

"So let me get this straight…"

"Luuuke! No talking during the movie!"

"But I have a question!" Sighing, Lorelai paused it, therefore breaking one of the Gilmore movie rules.

"What?"

"Does Kenny die in every episode?"

"Duh."

"But how is that even possible?"

Lorelai groaned, and looked at Rory. "Do you want to explain it, or should I?"

"I'll do it. Okay Luke, you have to understand a few things. Kenny always dies, Cartman is obese, Kyle is a big fat Jew, and Stan is slightly more normal than the rest of them. Oh, and Timmy is retarded, Mr. Garrison and Mr. Hat are gay, the Chef is perverted, and Cartman hates his kitty. Got it?"

"Yeah…"

"Good. Now on with the show, and if you don't eat at least one piece of junk food and put down that turkey burger, I'll start calling you 'Papa'." Luke sighed and reluctantly began to nibble on a Redvine, not noticing Lorelai's puzzled look...