Woohoo it's CHAPTER TWO!
You have no idea…I got all these butterflies when I got reviews. I'm easily pleased (is that dirty?) but I was just like WOOHOO and I kind of ended up making some weird noises unintentionally
Ok so I was extremely pleased by all the delicious feedback (as previously stated) and wanted to say this…
Darkness: I love you! You are my American idol, doll. Your review was the highlight of my review-viewing process. I am an EXTREME fan of rambling reviews so do please leave more more MORE
And Nycgirl: totally forgot about rory/jess/dean thing. Hmmm….interesting…will add that in also!
Well, im not working with an outline or anything, no direction, so all suggestions will most certainly be taken into consideration. I adore suggestions…and reviews….i mean, anything…you can review to talk to me about your shopping list and I would be ur slave eternally (JUST LOVE ME FEAR ME DO AS I SAY AND I WILL BE YOUR SLAVE) yeah who else here is a bowie fan? My dog's name is Ziggy Stardust.
I disclaim the following work. Well, the work is mine. Just the whole Gilmore theme thing aint mine pretty much. I mean…if I owned Gilmore Girls do you really think I would be here right now? Yeah. Didn't think so.
Safety DanceChapter Two: Extreme Makeover
Luke knocked on the door of the Gilmore's humble abode at exactly 5:30 AM.
"Coming!" came a loud, hurried voice from within the house. "Just…let yourself in, the door's not locked."
"Surprise, surprise," mumbled Luke as he gingerly pushed the door open. It felt weird to just walk into Lorelai's house like that without a toolbox.
A loud thump came from upstairs and Lorelai came hopping down the steps, one shoe on and one in her hand, curls bouncing.
"You're suspiciously on time," she commented, steadying herself on the rail as she slipped on her left shoe.
"Yeah, well, the whole diner thing means waking up this early regularly, so it's business as usual."
Lorelai eyed him up and down. "You're wearing that?"
Luke looked down at himself in his trademark flannel and jeans. "Hey, I meant it about the whole fruity outfit ban."
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but don't you own anything that's not fruity or flannel? You can't wear that. This is supposed to be festive. That flannel is putting a damper on my dreams."
"I agreed to do this with you under the pretense that I could wear whatever I wanted!" reminded Luke, raising his eyebrows at Lorelai.
"Hey, mister, I am going to win this trophy, and I am going to win it with you, and I am not going to win it with you while you're wearing that. Come on, we've still got time. Let's go to your place. I know you have clothes, I did shop for you," said Lorelai, grabbing her coat and pulling it over her shoulders.
"You sure that wasn't a crazy, caffeine induced dream you had?" offered Luke.
"Move it, boy," pressed Lorelai, grabbing Luke's shoulders and pushing him out the door.
"Aw, geez…"
Lorelai pulled Luke into his apartment, dragging him by his hand. Luke protested half-heartedly against this. "The dance starts in 20 minutes and we still have to get checked in and everything, so let's make this fast. I'm talking satellite here." Lorelai started rummaging through his closet. "We can rule out the Buffet shirt…by the way, I still can't believe you have that."
"Can we just get this over with, please?" sighed Luke.
"Hmm…ooh! Perfect!" Lorelai whipped out a dark blue, long sleeved shirt. "We can color-coordinate and everything! We'll be the cutest couple on the dance floor." She coughed a little, realizing how that sounded. "Couple of- of people. The cutest couple of people there, out there on the dance floor."
Luke smiled a little, his face burning up. "Sure, yeah. So, uh, is that all? Because I'm not changing the jeans."
"Welll…" pondered Lorelai. "I was thinking maybe some feathers could..."
"Ok, good, we're done." Luke turned to go into the bathroom but found it locked. He knocked loudly and shouted, "Jess!"
"What?" came the muffled and agitated reply.
"You in there?"
"Good question, Am I in here? Or is it just an illusion? And if a tree falls in a forest and there's no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?"
Luke sighed heavily. "Coming out anytime soon?"
"'Fraid not. I'm primping."
"Come, Jess. I gotta change."
Lorelai shoved him out of the way. "Yeah, and we've got a kind of time sensitive issue on our hands here, so…"
"Is that Lorelai? Just change out there, give her a little peep show. I'm sure she won't mind."
"JESS!" bellowed Luke, his face flushing crimson.
Lorelai groaned. "He's not moving anytime soon. Just change here! We did debate this before, I've seen you with out your shirt at the lake, and I promise not to laugh or make faces or anything, if that's what your scared of. Just pleaaase be fast! We've got 17 minutes. Think Butch Danes out on the running track."
Luke sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Lorelai suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and wasn't sure where to look. Luke felt weird taking of his shirt in front of her. He slipped it off his shoulders and quickly began fumbling with his new shirt.
Lorelai looked off into space but glanced at Luke through the corner of her eye. All she could think about how very wrong Jess had been about Luke letting himself go. 'Cause the man was ripped. She cleared her throat a couple of times.
"Nice…curtains," she choked out.
Luke gave her an awkward look, halfway through buttoning up his crisp blue shirt. "Yeah, I think you've told me that before."
"Well. They're so nice I just can't help staring," she said, smiling a little at the second meaning.
"Thank you, I think," said Luke. "Okay, let's get a move on." He grabbed his keys off of the side table and Lorelai followed him out the door.
"Good! Now faster. Come on, Granny, we've got 14 minutes and the clock is running. The stairs won't kill ya, just try not to fall and die or anything. Because then who would I dance with?"
"That would be the biggest question, I'm sure, if I were to die in a bizarre staircase-descending accident."
"You got it, dude."
The rule still stands- review and I will love you until I die. And I'm pretty sure I won't kick the bucket for at least another 60 years, barring a bizarre gardening accident.
-here's where i would mention that this is my first fic if i had listened to darkness-