Reconciliation
A/N: This story evolves the events following Jess' surprise return. This fiction is set at no specific time period except Rory is in her second year at Yale and if dating Logan officially. Difference is, Lorelai and Luke are not together and have never been. Maybe they will be by the end. We'll have to wait and see :) My story is completely finished, so I will post all seven chapters at once. Therefore, there will be no cliffhangers. Hooray! I started writing this story awhile ago and just finished it, and I'm am quite proud of it. This is my second fan fic, so please read and review! I could really use your advice and constructive criticism.I hope you all enjoy! So now on with chapter one of Reconciliation...
Chapter 1: Night of Loneliness
"Rory! You have point twoseconds to get your butt out the door!" Lorelai yelled throughout the house even though her daughter's room stood only inches from her reach. She hastily poured herself a cup of coffee as she searched the room frantically with her eyes.
"Where the hell are my keys?" Lorelai called out, expecting no answer of any kind.
"Check the coffee table," Rory replied as she entered the kitchen in a whirlwind state. Her hair was slightly mussed due to her hurrying to not be late to her grandparents for Friday night dinner.
"You ready?" Lorelai asked as she drained the aforementioned cup of coffee. Rory nodded just as she caught sight of her hair in the mirror hanging on the hallway wall.
"Mom! Were you going to let me walk out of the house looking like the Bride of Frankenstein?"
"Oh honey, I wouldn't go that far. You only look like a slightly electrocuted peacock. I thought it was the new trend with you youngens or something," Lorelai replied, trying diligently to keep a straight face. Rory stuck her tongue out at her mother and walked into the living room, retrieving the once lost keys in the process.
"Come on or I'm leaving without you!" Rory called as she opened the front door.
"Is that a promise?" Lorelai asked sarcastically.
"Mom!"
"Okay, okay." Lorelai unwillingly walked from the kitchen, to the foyer, and out the front door, sighing the entire way.
The bell clanged obnoxiously as the last customer exited Luke's diner. Luke gratefully turned the sign from "Open" to "Closed" and locked the door with one fell swoop. As he went to the close the blinds, a tan Jeep filled with two pretty brunettes grabbed his attention. It was Lorelai and Rory coming back from another infamous Friday night dinner no doubt. A smile snuck across Luke's tan face and thoughts crept into his mind that he could not avoid. He trailed the car with his eyes, watching as the taillights disappeared into the night. He stood by the window, staring at the street that has once possessed her brilliant smile and delicate laugh. He snapped out of his trance as he heard an annoying tapping sound against the diner window. There stood Kirk, with a seemingly endless confused expression on his face.
"What are you doing?" he yelled inquisitively through the glass after he had received Luke's attention.
"Go away Kirk!" Luke growled, as an all to familiar scowl took place of the once warm and pleasant smile. Despite Luke's attempts, Kirk continued to stand by his window and stare. "Kirk leave now or I'll come out there and make you." Kirk's eyes widened and without any hesitation, he scurried away.
Luke sighed and turned to walk upstairs to his tiny apartment, all alone, flicking the lights off in the process.
"Night Rory," Lorelai said as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Her old tattered slippers ("comfortable" she often called them) scuffed against the hardwood floor and her favorite flannel pajamas (you know, the ones covered in big red lips) hung warmly around her.
She entered her room, not even bothering with the lights, and climbed into her bed all alone, once again.
