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Chapter 2

"So it was him in the giant bear costume?" Lorelai remarked as she sat in Luke's diner with her daughter.

"Yep," Rory nodded, trying so hard to keep a straight face. But it was so very difficult as her mother burst into a fit of giggles that involved her head on the table, an obnoxious, high-pitched squeal, and a very red face.

"It was cute!" Rory exclaimed, trying to defend him. But her efforts were useless. She started to crack up just as her mother had. The mother daughter pair sat at the table and laughed together until Luke came up to their table with a fresh pot of coffee in his hand.

"What's up with you two loons today?" he asked as he refilled their large coffee mugs.

"Uh…" Rory stuttered as she tried to mask her laughing. But all she succeeded in was a large, obtrusive snort, which of course caused them to laugh even harder.

"Oh gosh, I can't breathe," Lorelai gasped, grabbing her stomach, trying to regain her composure. She looked up at Luke with the most solemn face she could muster, and asked very seriously, "will you put on a purple bear costume for me?" Luke stared at her like she was crazy as the two girls continued to laugh like a bunch of hyenas.

"Just one question. Do I want to know?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend.

"Probably not," Lorelai replied as the two finally stopped laughing.

"Okay then, I just won't ask." He started to walk away but Lorelai stood up and grabbed him by the hand. He looked back at her, perplexed.

"What?"

"You're cute," she said as she leaned forward and kissed him on the nose.

"Uh, thanks," he replied, extremely confused.

"Just thought I'd let you know," she replied as she took her seat again.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're strange?" Rory asked.

"Many a time, my child. And I believe most of the time, it was you," she replied, reaching over and tweaking her daughter's nose.

"And every other time, it was me," Luke called from behind the counter. Lorelai turned, stuck her tongue out at him, and turned back to her daughter who was rubbing her nose.

"Was that really necessary?" she inquired, seemingly annoyed.

"Yes, I do believe it was," Lorelai responded, taking an everlasting sip of her life elixir.

"Oh, crap, it's getting late. I've got to get back and cram in some more studying," Rory exclaimed as she stood up and gathered her things. "Bye mom, she said as she kissed her mother on the cheek, "see ya, Luke." Rory flew out the door and into her car that was parked outside.

Lorelai looked over at Luke, who was busy with something at the register, with an extremely devilish look and went over the counter.

"Hey," she said, propping her head in her hands.

"Hey," Luke grunted back, not looking up from the pile of receipts he was shuffling through.

"What are you up to tonight?" she asked, poking at the pile that was consuming the counter space in front of her.

"Going out with my other girlfriend," he replied sardonically, swatting her hand away.

"Lukey!" Lorelai exclaimed in a little baby voice, which caused Luke to glance up immediately.

"What did I say about calling me that?" he groaned, looking at Lorelai with what she guessed was supposed to be a look of disgust. Too bad he was cracking a small smile at the corner of his lips.

"Um, do it all the time?" she replied, leaning forward ever so slightly.

"I don't think so," Luke whispered as his lips meant hers. They parted, and smiled at each other ever so sweetly. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" he asked with a grin.

"I don't know, why don't you ask you other bimbo girlfriend? What's her name? Tiffany? Veronica?"

"It's Lorelai actually."

"What? How rude!"

"Okay, just kidding, Stephanie Tanner,"

"So I'll see you at my house at seven," Lorelai said, scurrying away from the Full House analogy.

"I'll see you at seven," Luke replied with a smile.

"We're staying in, so bring you jammies," Lorelai exclaimed, wrinkling her petite nose.

"I do not wear jammies, for you information," Luke defended, his eyes darting around to make sure no one heard that.

"Oh, I know. I know better then anyone." She winked suggestively and sauntered out the door. Luke stared after her as walked down the street, swinging her hips as the sun bounced happily off her hair.

"So Luke, what kind of jammies do you wear?" Luke glanced over and saw Kirk, waiting expectantly for an answer. Luke glared demonically at him and walked into the back. "No really, I was just wondering because mine have polar bears on them!"