Well I'm back! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the story, and I did go back and fix the errors in the document so chapter 1 is all pretty now.
Note: Set a couple days after chapter 1
It was late, very late. The jeep was the only light illuminating the street it was so late. Luke's diner was closed it was so late. . . and for some reason Lorelai loved it.
Well the reason why she loved it wasn't exactly a mystery, but like anything hard in her life she had become the master of ignoring it. The inn was just the perfect reason as to why she got there early in the morning and didn't come home until far past even Stars Hallow's bedtime. It was perfect for her current mission: ignoring anything and everything that had to do with her mother, Luke, and many other annoyances. Granted this also caused a lack of sleep and an increase of coffee consumption, but in the end the result was achieved.
Damn
For two days her plan was foolproof. Now her plan had just gone to hell, and the devil chose to send up the figure of Luke sitting on her steps with nothing better to do than wait for her apparently. When she pulled up he stood and strode right to her door, opened it, turned off her ignition and dragged her into the house, almost literally. She wanted to protest; he seemed to have forgotten the perils of walking through the grass in heeled shoes, but somehow she avoided getting stuck.
"Luke, what's going on?"
As soon as the front door was closed he let go of her and began pacing the length of the entry. "What's going on she says, as if there was anything going on." Luke took off his cap and ran his hand through his hair before replacing it. "She only works herself to death for two days and convieniently misses the voice messages that I leave on her cell that I took the time to learn how to use because I wanted to talk to you. She doesn't even come to the diner anymore which only adds to the inkling that something is bugging her since usually she can't go two hours without coffee and I know that she doesn't go to Weston's unless I lost that war too."
Lorelai sighs and walks up to him, causing him to stop for a reduction of walking space. "Luke, I don't know what to tell you. . . I'm sorry okay? Things have been so messed up lately with-"
"With what, with us?"
"No, no, Luke. You and me are great and not, messed up." She stopped, trying to find the words to explain what she was feeling. She knew that she couldn't run- she was in heels and Luke still had her car keys, but Lorelai would've given anything she owned at that point to not have this conversation.
'Oh geez,' he sighed, suddenly realizing what this was about. After they had spent time in his apartment, he had had to go back to work, and they had never really gotten the chance to talk about Emily, how Lorelai was feeling, and what it all meant for them. "I'm an idiot," he admitted, before pulling her into a hug.
"I won't fight you on it," came the muffled reply.
Next Day
Richard exited his office, holding a piece of paper and his reading glasses. After finishing what his eyes were focused on he put the items down and walked outside to the patio to join Emily for tea, but as he walked outside it was stressfully obvious that she wouldn't be making any decent conversation with him. She was doing what she had done for the last three days, stare into the distance and make absolutely no conversation. He didn't ask; he knew her meeting with Luke couldn't have gone well or she would've come back smiling, but she still hadn't told him exactly what happened.
"My, doesn't this look nice," he complemented, hoping to knock her out of her daze. Emily simply 'hmmd' and still didn't look at him. She was listening to what he said though; that was something. "Emily, what happened the night you went to see Luke?"
Nothing.
Richard leaned forward and touched her hand. "Emily?" he asked in a tone that left no room for her to run.
"We were wrong. They did get back together."
"He told you this?"
Emily quickly began preparing her cup and made sure to keep her hands busy. "No, Lorelai told me."
He leaned back in his chair. "You talked to Lorelai."
"No I talked to an impersonator yes I talked to Lorelai. She came in to 'save' the poor diner man from my wrath. Told me in no uncertain terms that she would dictate when I got to be in her life right before she told me to shut up."
"What! That doesn't sound like her."
"What, you think I'm making it up? That I just dreamed that my daughter told me she basically wanted nothing to do with me?"
The man sighed; it was no use arguing with any of the women in this family. "Of course not Emily I was merely saying that she has never done anything such as this before."
Emily reverted back to her silence. A seemingly familiar line played itself in her head, something she had told Lorelai once before.
It's miserable not to be needed.
The jeep pulled up to the house, not giving the only light in the neighborhood. No one was waiting for her, as she was late again, but not by much. Lorelai walked quietly through the house, shutting off the lights Luke had left on for her before going upstairs. She stopped in the doorway and watched the man sleep for a few moments, admiring the view in the faint moonlight.
"Hey." Busted.
"Hi," she whispered before pulling off her heels, skirt, and shirt before climbing into the bed and cuddling close the man there. She sighed, glad that their argument from last night was over.
Lorelai fell asleep before anything else could happen.
Well, considering there is absolutely no closure here, I'm obviously planning on continuing. I don't know when the next post will be though, just whenever I have time to write the next section.
Catch ya later
