Hey! Look at me! I'm updating, look! It's so fast! I just updated yesterday! Man, I'm so excited! I feel like I'm back in my first fic! Wheeee! I feel like writing a song or something. Or swing dancing. Man, I wish I could swing dance.
I don't know if this is just me and my weirdness, but you know all those fics that have an entertaining plea for reviews involving 'pressing a pretty purple/blue/gray button?' Well, my button's not any color (dirty!). It's just white. And square. And boring. Is there something wrong with me? Literally every fic that mentions the review button describes it as some color! (still all sounds dirty…) But seriously, folks. Am I the only one?
totaltvjunkie: I love Full House so much. It helps me slip into denial about life because it's so sunshiny. Sigh. I love that. Yeah, I hate the pouring of the souls because it so doesn't happen that way. I love writing Luke because he's hilarious. How do you know that my wit and humor isn't as dangerous and crack? It's just as powerful, man.
L/L r Lobsters: Sorry about the midget chapter. That last chapter was soo hard to write; it took me so long it felt like the chapter was, like, 24 miles long. I didn't really mean to make this one shorter- it just came out that way because there wasn't stuff leading up to it, like They Shoot Gilmores, Don't They? set up for me. And have you POSTED your Poes story? Post it, dammit! I want to read it! There's no such thing as an annoying ramble in my book. I mean, just look at mine.
Labyrinth: Ha… put those windshield wipers back on! I know my great weakness is my shortness (dirty!). That is, chapter shortness.
Epona9009: I loved my Jess's reaction- glad you did too. Reactions may be interesting, yes…. Thanks for the rambles, I always appreciate.
Beautifulbutterfly: This crazy girl called Hayley sent me a long (not that long but quite long) review. Thanks, I love my A/N's like they're my children, so I'm just grinning silly when I get a compliment on 'em.
Rusty Bedsprings: Yeah, yeah, I know I'm a literary genius, but enough about me. Ebert, Ebert, Ebert. Where are YOUR Poe story updates? Seriously, you're story is one of my favorites and I want it updated PRONTO! I update mine! Why do you not update yours? Come on come on! Just a teeny little update to appease the masses?
Gidget89: I don't know if foil was the right word. Although I am a genius, as previously stated, I should read the dictionary more often. Like Urkle. God, that kid is annoying. But let's pretend it is the word so we can have long, in-depth conversations about foil and people will think, "Wow, look at those people using the word foil and not referring to aluminum or math properties! They must be so smart!" And then we'll be popular. I hate it when people use Luke as a foil (…) because Luke is one of the most knee-slapping characters there is. Sorry, just didn't want to use the word 'funny.' I'm experimental like that (dirty!). It's okay, I'm an attention-seeking whore too. Hell, do you wonder why I ASK for long reviews? More of people telling me how great I am, that's why!
Lukelaiandroryndean: Congratulations! You officially have the longest review. At first I thought it would be a tie between you and Gidget89, but then you prevailed by just one line. Good thing you like that song so much. It was pretty nerve-racking, lemme tell you. I was practically shaking as I held my fingers to the screen and measured the distances- one time, two times, just to make sure. Thanks for all the props, I'm just lousy with props now. Don't know what to do with them all. I might just sell them on Ebay or something, make a few extra bucks. –gasp- My rambles entertain? I never knew this. So, now you can say YAYA! I love saying that.
Lynn: I'm happy my writing is fabulous enough to entice someone to retreat out of their lurking behavior and leave a review. Why do you hate Jess so much? I'm not saying I'm a Literati obsesser, I'm not really a Literati person too much. But I do find Jess an amusing character. And if I ever come across the necessity to write him, I try to make him less… well, for lack of a better term, bitchy to Rory's feelings. Hehe. I made you hate me. That's so great.
Ocdwlhg: Not arguing with anything you said. I'm a national treasure, really.
Cheesepuff, where are you? No reviews this chapter OR last chapter? Cake is great, but it can only go so far without its cheese.
A relatively short author's note! Hoopah! Now, on with it.
Thank the Cavemen
Chapter Four is it Now? Woopchay for That: Oh, Boy
Luke's eyes fluttered open and he felt the weight of a head on his chest.
His skin was tingling from the sheer unbelievability of it all. He couldn't get it through his mind that he finally had slept with the unattainable Lorelai Gilmore.
Lorelai's soft hair was spread over his chest. He knew it was cliché, but he really could 'smell the sweet scent in her gorgeous locks' if he bent his neck forward a little. Her left arm fingered the edge of his waist and her right was bent under herself. The sheets were rumpled, and Lorelai's interesting angle of choice landed her legs hanging off the cramped bed's edge from the knee down. She didn't seem to mind, though, as she slept peacefully, her breath stirring the hair on Luke's chest.
Luke was just starting to realize how fast it went last night. He didn't really get to hear how she felt. The second she kissed him, his brain decided to give the two a little privacy and scamper off.
He was just debating whether it was worth it to wake her up when Lorelai gave a moan and fell off the bed with a wrangled shriek as she hit the floor. Luke rolled over and stuck his head over the edge of the bed with a lopsided grin slung across his face.
"Geez, buddy, you have to get a bigger bed. Or softer floors," she grumbled up at Luke's protruding head as she propped herself up on her elbow, clutching the sheets up around her chest.
"Believe me, it's occurred to me before," informed Luke. "I've obtained many a bruise from this thing." He reached out a hand and she stumbled back up, perching on the middle of the bed with the sheets wrapped around her.
"We never really got a chance to talk," Luke managed to force out after a few seconds.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I just… I don't know, my body just took over my brain. It's mutiny, I'll have to have a talk with myself later about that."
Luke decided to throw himself out there. "Well, you know how I feel about the situation. I never got to hear your extensive feelings on it."
Lorelai let out another quirky little smile. "Don't you think you can infer from my actions how I feel about you? I think I was prit-ty clear last night." She stroked his scruffy cheek quickly with one hand.
"Humor me," he said dryly. He was going to hear her say it, dammit, if it took him all night- morning- whatever it was.
Lorelai sighed. "Okay. I- have had some feelings for you, for a while. I guess I just wasn't coming to terms with them." Playing with the hair on his chest, not looking up steadfastly. "I guess I didn't want to screw up our friendship. Okay, there. Your turn."
"You already heard how I feel."
"From Nicole. Not as sexy hearing it from her."
Luke's turn to sigh. "Okay. I've had feelings for you for quite some time now." Playing with a lock of her hair, not looking up determinedly. "I didn't think you'd feel the same way, and it would just ruin things how they were now. So I chose to keep quiet."
"We sound like the perfect couple already. Heart to heart in the US of A, might I add."
Luke threw her a weird glance.
"Full House reruns were on when I turned on the TV yesterday," she apologized. "It has this addictive quality to it. Not to mention that Uncle Jesse is hot."
"Right, right," mused Luke.
"Sooooo…" she said, drawing out the 'o' languidly. "What now? Are we dating? Are we in a relationship? Are we secret lovers?"
"I'm serious about you," Luke managed to say. It was a little hard, considering he was not big on expressing his feelings. It was a little too poofy for him, personally.
Lorelai smiled and laced her fingers with his on his knee. This was all very surreal. "Then I guess we're on the same page." She leaned in and kissed him gently, running her tongue along his bottom lip. Lorelai sat back with a content look on her face. "Mmmm. Incredibly delicious. Total Coelo was right."
Luke looked around suddenly. "Hey, whatever happened to Jess?"
Luke and Lorelai walked downstairs, Lorelai in a flannel shirt and Luke in his sweatpants, to find a snoring Jess with his feet up on a chair and his head on a table. His hand rested on an open book on the table, Turn of the Screw, whose pages where dog-eared and covered in scribbles.
"He look so innocent when he's sleeping," whispered Lorelai ruefully.
Luke stared down on the sleeping boy. "Yeah, he does." Hmm, paternal pride. That's a new feeling.
Lorelai stared outside. "Hey, Luke, what time is it?"
He glanced at his watch. "'Bout 5:30. Why?"
Just that second, the diner door flew open to reveal Kirk.
"Geez!" said Jess, jerking awake, startled at the slam and the jingling of the bells.
Kirk stared at the couple. "Lorelai, may I ask where your pants have gotten to?"
"Kirk, what are you doing here? It's 5:30!" Lorelai said, exasperated.
"Luke, isn't it a health code violation to cook without a shirt?"
"I'm not cooking because the diner isn't open yet! Go home, Kirk!" grumbled Luke.
"Lorelai, isn't it a little early for you to be over here?"
Lorelai heaved a deep sigh.
There was about… oh, 20 or so seconds of silence until Kirk elicited a gasp. "Oh, my God."
"Kirk…"
Kirk ran out of the diner screaming at the top of his lungs. "Miss Patty! Miss Patty! Babette! Miss Patty! Oh, boy!"
Luke sighed as the door jangled closed behind the maniac sprinting down the streets of Stars Hollow before sunrise as best he could without wheezing. Farther down, he saw Kirk bend over, resting his hands on his knees, and appearing to be breathing heavily, before getting back on his merry way.
Jess had an interesting smirk on his face. "So do you think we'll be going on double dates now?"
"Shut up, Jess," growled Luke.
"At the movies, sharing two tubs of popcorn?"
"Goodbye, Jess."
"Who foots the bills at the fancy restaurants? Probably you, you're older. Or maybe we could pitch in and share the costs. What about holidays? Individual gifts, or just one really big one?" he called up the stairs at the disappearing figures. Jess leaned back on his chair in the empty diner and chuckled. He picked up his book and began to read. "Kids."
Cupcake points to whoever knows what Total Coelo means and why I referenced it there. I'd actually be surprised if anyone got it. I wouldn't even get it if someone asked me, I just thought about because I happened to be listening to that song at that exact moment. Oops, gave away a clue.
Yeah, I know it should be brownie points. But I'm trying to mix it up, giving you something new to entice you. Away from the mundane brownie and into the new age of the cupcake!
This chapter is kinda short. I didn't mean for it to be this short. But I don't know, it just sort of wrapped itself up right there. I'll update soon, promise. Either tomorrow or Thursday, or Friday if I'm busy. So. You know what to do.
