I am low…lower than low…the earth's core kind of low…please forgive me for my lowness…I've been an update disaster…But I promise there will be more…and there will be a lot more! HEY, HEY, HEY!

Oh yeah…don't sue…yada, yada, yada…The only thing I own, that is remotely close to GG is the pride I have, since it taught me what a broiler is and where it's located…Thanks Amy!

Rory finds herself in front of her and her mother's house with plastic Target bags burning her wrists while she cradles a package of toilet paper in her arms with her chin's assistance. Trudging up the stairs of the dimly lit front porch she reaches the home's main entrance. On nights like this, while she's unloading her mother's groceries from her car, she is more than happy that Lorelai never locks the front door. She releases her right hand from the toilet paper and reaches for the door knob, the plastic Target bags swinging from her wrists like a pendulum causing friction and slight pain on her skin. She's grown accustom to the feeling though and doesn't even notice the annoyance. She trudges through the door, sets down the toilet paper, stretches the plastic up and away from her wrists and puts them down as well, and turns to the living room. What she sees doesn't shock her…but she finds herself slightly uncomfortable. Her mom and her Luke were going at it like teenagers, like…college kids. Gultily she clears her throat throwing the two apart.

Rory can't help the chuckle that escapes. Luke's mouth is almost on the floor, his eyes wide in confusion and her mothers face is red with embarrassment. It doesn't take long before she hits the rant stage…or at least tries.

"Hey Rory, um…I forgot you were going to be back…and Luke was just…Harold…broken…nail polish…beer…um…"

"Mom…I'm going to put the groceries away…"

With that Rory leaves the room looking behind her and smiling at the site of her mom and Luke in their embarrassment. They watch her leave staring into the kitchen, avoiding the conversation that may ensue, wishing on some level that the whole scenario would just magically disappear.

"I should go?" It came out in an edgy whisper, arousal still evident in his voice.

"Um…yeah?" Lorelai is confused, unsure of how to change this, how to make it better…or even go away.

Luke looks at her then at the floor then to the door. And before Lorelai could say another word he is gone and she finds herself on the couch staring at her still naked toes. The polish glaring at her, reminding her of how it was before…before she kissed her best friend and perhaps ruined the best relationship she's ever had.

"Mom…" Rory's voice snaps her out of her stupor and her head shoots up to meet Rory's blue eyes. She takes a seat next to her mother on the couch and gives her a look that says 'spill the beans'. Lorelai smiles and then finds her hands in her lap.

"Maybe beer was a bad idea." She says it as if it is an excuse. As if beer were a magic potion that set of hormones and made men and women sex crazed fiends…and yes sometimes it is.

"Mom…You know, Luke really likes you…" Lorelai looks shocked at her daughter's statement like she's never heard of such a ludicrous idea.

"Luke doesn't like me…we were drunk Rory…Tomorrow he'll wonder what the hell he was thinking. It was nothing…Just two kisses…" Rory's eyes widen at this revelation.

"Two kisses? As in more than one…" She shifts on the house and bows her head at her mother awaiting a response.

"Yeah well…it was the beer Rory…Alcohol makes you a moron…" She throws her legs up on the coffee table and crosses her arms in front of her chest like a defiant child.

"I hope you fix this…It's not gunna fix it's self mom." Rory gets up from the couch and begins to walk into the kitchen. Before she enters she turns around. "Just don't dismiss the possibility that a nice guy like Luke could be in love with you Mom. If any two people deserve each other in this world…It's you guys." Lorelai looks back at her daughter and nods in acknowledgement. With that Rory walks into the kitchen to leave Lorelai and her thoughts. 'Do I feel that way about Luke? I mean, I did kiss him. And he kissed me…and we both enjoyed it…no one pushed each other away…I like Luke?'

"Mom..." Lorelai was so engrossed in thought that she didn't even notice that Rory is sitting next to her on the couch.

"Sorry Sweets…I was just thinking…" She looks at Rory and then at the still broken TV. They sit in silence for a moment, Lorelai's eyes still fixed on the TV screen, Rory's eyes searching the room before her gaze lands on her mother's feet.

"So, that's Prom Dress? I like it. Wanna do mine?" Rory looks at her mom who has finally stopped staring at the TV.

"Throw those toes my way…" Rory swings her legs to sit on her mother's lap and Lorelai picks up the bottle of Prom Dress and begins to paint.

Lorelai has successfully avoided Luke for two days but only because she is extremely busy with the inn renovations. Yet, Luke doesn't see it that way. He thinks she doesn't want to talk to him and the situation sends him pretty much into a state of madness. Wondering if the next time the bell rings above his diner door is her bell. Wondering if the phone ringing is her ring. Two days and he just can't take it anymore. He's wiping down the counter and thinking about her and he can't remember where anything is, and it's just enough to give him the courage to go after her. Luke's not that kind of man but Lorelai Gilmore is just enough to make him change his ways.

When he walks through the front door of the inn he almost turns around. There isn't anyone working today and for a moment he finds it odd but then he realizes that it's Sunday and everyone has the day off…except for her. He walks through the unfinished inn until he reaches the dining room. There, at one of the tables is Sookie, Michel, and Lorelai all engrossed in business conversation which stops when Sookie sees Luke and gestures to Lorelai that he's standing behind her. She turns around, wide eyed and confused.

"Luke…What…What's up?" She attempts to be nonchalant, keeping her cool, not letting anyone know that something has changed between them. But…Sookie and Michel can tell by the change in the air that awkward has entered the room along with Luke.

"Um…Can I talk to you…?" Luke stands still waiting for her to go into the other room but she just sits there and stares at him blankly for a few moments until it finally sinks in.

"Oh…you mean alone…" He nods and pushes a smile forward on his lips. "Yeah sure…Sookie…Michel…I'll only be a few minutes." Lorelai stands up and holds the back of her chair in her hands, grounding her before she faints from nervousness.

"I want to finish zis meeting. Zis is not what I signed up for. You zaid an hour…It'z been an hour and a half. I cannot ztay much longer…"

"Michel…five minutes and I'll be back. I'll pay you over time, okay?"

"Fine but I will not pretend to be happy…"

"Then nothing will have changed…I'll be right back…"

"Lorelai…" Sookie gets up and moves toward her friend. She leans into her ear and whispers. "What is Luke doing here?"

"Later Sookie…Later…" She nods in agreement and Lorelai turns to Luke and gestures toward the kitchen. He enters and she follows. Once inside he leans against the counter and she stands on the other side of the island. Far, far away from Luke.

"So…You want to talk?" She pretends nothing has changed in hopes that it would make it go away. Make reality and illusion trade places in her mind.

Luke is staring at the floor kicking his feet at the tile, the rubber of his boots leaving little black streaks. He notices that the new tile hasn't been placed yet and realizes that once it has…There will be no evidence that he has ever been in this room.

Lorelai has busied herself by looking around the kitchen and rearranging things that are out of place. Tools, random pieces of metal…anything she thinks is lying around or unnecessary. She doesn't even notice Luke is next to her until he grabs her wrist while she's picking up a screwdriver from a table in the corner. She is surprised and looks up at him questionably. He then takes the screw driver from her hand and pulls her by her shoulder to face him.

"Are we going to discuss it? Or ignore it? Maybe we'll just push it away until it festers up one day and bites us in the ass?" He's staring at her now, trying to penetrate her perimeter. He squeezes her wrist tighter, letting her know he's not going anywhere until he's satisfied. She realizes this and looks down at his chest and back into his eyes.

"We kissed…Twice…" She smiles at him and he smiles back.

Don't worry I'm going to update again by the end of today…I feel awful for leaving you guys hanging for so long…life gets in the way sometimes though…Yikes!

HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING…LET ME KNOW WHAT YA THINK…I need to get caffeinated before I write the next chapter…"GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!" I have my own thing with the espresso!