You see? Quick little, let's get some Java Junkie mush out of my system so I can continue the mother-dauther (with java junkie undertones) fic that is Baby's Got Blue Eyes.

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"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong times,
The stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday, and I know..."

("The Luckiest", Ben Folds)

This was it. Today's the day. The day that she'd remember for the rest of her life as being one of the most exceptional days of her life. But she wasn't smiling. She'd been standing in this exact spot yesterday. Giddy as could be. She had twirled around like a little kid, expect not flashing her panties, although it was a crowd pleaser, and you couldn't pay her enough money to stop smiling.

She kept thinking about how much her and Rory's lives were going to change. Now Rory finally had a dependable father in her life, and someone she could discuss all those books with who wouldn't just break out into song to distract from their horrible answer. Rory wouldn't have to take the bus to school anymore, and Lorelai wouldn't have to drop everything and rush down to the school if Rory had another head-but with the headmaster. Max would be right there.

And she—they, they could move to a bigger house! And she won't be so hard pressed for money any more! She thought about how she was getting married to Max Medina. He was everything she needed. He was the one.

But today was different. She wasn't twirling. She wasn't smiling (unless someone came into the room and she would just put on another one of her unbelievably fake trademark grins to avoid suspicion). All she could think about today was Luke. And no matter how guilty or horrible she felt, no matter how many times to tried to focus on all the things she had been thinking about for the past sixteen years of her life (with differing leading men of course), she could not get him out of her head. Or rather his words out of her head.

Because I'm in love with you.

Not because I did love you. Not I kinda liked and wanted to pursue a possible relationship. Not I like you, like you. No, he just had to say he's fucking in love with her! Her of all people! The girl who he harped on constantly about her horrible health habits! Who annoyed him to no end with her constant gibbering about nothing! Who breaks the no cell phone rule often and without guilt! The girl he's never shown any romantic interest in her at all!

And she couldn't stop thinking about him!

"Mom?" Rory called from outside her door, then gave two short knocks, "Mom? You dressed? Grandma and Grandpa wanted to see you."

Lorelai sighed faintly, giving herself one more look over. She looked like a bride. This brought about the absolute perfection that she'd been looking for. "Yea, come on in sweets," she called back, putting on her best fake smile. A good show would be needed. She had to get past Emily Gilmore after all.

Rory pushed open the door, dressed in her pale pink bridesmaid gown, the grandparents in tow. "You look beautiful mom," Rory smiled.

Lorelai finally had a little of her own, genuine smile break through her fake one. "Thanks, kiddo. I'm glad you guys talked me into those different colored dresses, not everyone can pull off pink the way you can."

"You really do look wonderful, Lorelai," Emily smiled proudly.

Lorelai was almost taken aback. She had never seen that kind of smile on her mother's face, unless it was aimed at Rory. Her face softened, and a bit more of her own real smile came through. "Thank-you, mom."

"You certainly do," Richard added on, not one to be left out of anything, " But it's almost time for the ceremony, Lorelai," her father reminded her, "Are you ready?"

Lorelai took in another deep breath. This was the right thing. Max was right for them. "Yea, gettin' there. Can I just have a moment alone with Rory?"

Emily nodded, "Just don't take too long, girls. You have guests waiting," she reminded them as her and Richard stepped back out into the hallway, shutting the door behind them.

"What's up, mom?" Rory asked, "You nervous?"

"Is he here?" Lorelai asked.

"Luke?"

"Yeah."

Rory looked away for a moment, her smile toned down a little. Then she looked back up, "I don't think so."

Lorelai nodded faintly, "Oh, okay then. Guess he just had to work."

"Look, I know you know I know what happened yesterday, along with half the town. Luke doesn't exactly have the best sound-proofing system above the diner, y'know? And we've listened to way too many arguments between him and Nicole together for you to not know that I know what he said to you."

Lorelai shrugged, letting her smile fall a little. "I know."

"Just, don't let it bother you, alright? You love Max, remember?"

Lorelai nodded, "Yeah. I do. And you like him, right? I'm doing the right thing, aren't I?"

Rory smiled, "Of course you are. You're just getting a case of cold feet, that's all. Everybody's nervous before their wedding."

Lorelai gave her daughter a look, "Well, how many weddings have you had sweetie to have so much knowledge on the whole thing?"

Rory smiled, "Well," she drew out her word for a dramatic effect, "Vegas or standard ones?"

Lorelai smiled, "That's my girl!"

Rory closed the small gap between the two with a tight hug, "I love you, mom. No matter what," she whispered into Lorelai's ear.

"Same here, sweets."

"And Max will make a great dad. I'm glad you picked him."

Lorelai paused for a moment, "He's perfect," she whispered back breathlessly. "Absolutely perfect."

"And you're not going to lose Luke. Ever. He's one of our best friends. He's not going anywhere, so stop thinking about it."

Lorelai felt a little lump grow in her throat.

"He's probably here now. I just missed him or something. He's not going to miss your wedding. No matter what."

Lorelai hugged her daughter even closer to her, "I hope so kiddo."

Rory broke the hug, "Now buck up, solider! We've got a wedding to put on!"

Lorelai nodded, "Yeah. It just must be nerves or something," she said with a small laugh, "I love Max," but even on her wedding day she had a hard time getting those words out. They felt hallow and fake. Like some scripted bull she was supposed so say but didn't really mean.

"Are you ready yet girls?" Emily rapped on the door, "The ceremony is supposed to be starting now! You have guests waiting!" Leave it to Emily Gilmore to remind everyone that there was a schedule to be followed and to not bother with silly and trivial things such as near mental breakdowns.

"Yep, be right there, mom!" Lorelai yelled back, "You ready kid?"

"Actually I think that question should be directed back to you, personally," Rory teased.

Lorelai gave another smile and nodded, "Let's go then. Let's go get married."

"Let's?"

"We're a team, remember? Max is marrying you just as much as he is marrying me."

"Well as sweet as that is, I don't know how the school or the state will react to Max becoming the new, male version Mary Kay."

Lorelai rolled her eyes, "You know what I meant."

Rory smiled brightly, and grabbed her mother's hand. "Let's go before Grandma flips out about the schedule again."

Lorelai nodded and started towards the door, Rory walking besides her, still clutching her mother's hand. "I'm getting married," Lorelai sang as she opened the door, "I'm getting married."

"Lorelai, this is not a time to sing," Emily reminded her, "This is your wedding day. Other people, professionals I would hope, are supposed to sing to you."

Lorelai leaned over and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, "You look beautiful, mom."

Emily stared at her daughter, a shocked and pleasantly surprised look on her face. "Thank-you, Lorelai," her face was lit up like a Christmas Tree.

"You girls, ready?" Richard asked, "Emily you should go to your seat. Wouldn't want to walk in late, would you?"

Emily nodded, "Everything looks wonderful, Lorelai. You did a good job."

Lorelai smiled, "Thanks," she said half-happy that her mother was finally complimenting her, half-waiting for the 'now don't screw this up' part of her little dialogue. But instead, Emily just gave both girls another once over, smiled brilliantly and walked away.

"Well, let's go get married, mom!" Rory leaned in and gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek, before she walked off down the stairs as well.

"Let's?" Richard asked.

Lorelai nodded, "Me and Rory are a package deal."

"Of course," his face softened a little, "I know we've had our differences, Lorelai, but I just want you to know that I am proud of you. You've done an amazing job with Rory. And with yourself."

Suddenly that lump felt a whole lot bigger in her throat. "Dad," she whispered out, before reaching over and pulling her father into a warm hug.

"Oh, now, stop this. No need to start crying before the ceremony starts," he returned the hug.

Lorelai nodded, as she pulled back reluctantly. She wiped some of the tears from her eyes, "Now I know why they tell you to bring some Kleenex with you when you get married."

Richard smiled, "Now we'd better move before your Mother finds us holding everything up. As long as she doesn't see us, we can always blame it on other people in the ceremony."

Lorelai looked up at her father, "I love you, Dad," she said honestly. "I don't remember the last time I said that to you, and I know I have a funny way of showing it, but I really do love you guys. You're my parents, no matter what."

Richard's smile grew, "Oh now you're going to make me cry, and I'm supposed to be stone-cold Richard Gilmore. Can't let word get out that I've gone soft in my old age."

Lorelai laughed quietly, "Alright then, I guess it's time."

Richard nodded, "Let's go marry you and Rory off."

Lorelai's smile spiked a little at this, then fell back to the somber one she had been sporting whenever she felt she needed to be smiling. She and her father walked down the hallway, and headed down the stairs in a comfortable silence. The kind of silence that had never been present between Lorelai and either of her parents.

They both walked through the freshly cleaned house (Lorelai had always been a nervous cleaner, Luke's confession was good for one thing, it'd given her the perfect motivation to give the house the cleaning it desperately needed). And past the closet where she'd hidden them. Her Luke Boxes. That's what had really made the cleaning a complete success. She tried to erase him from her mind.

But the thing was, Lorelai would have to tear down the entire house to get rid of him.

And there, waiting patiently by the front door, was her small line up of friends dressed in the outfits that Lorelai had so carefully picked out for them. First was Rory, her maid of honor, dressed in the sleeveless, empire waist pink dress with her escort, and not the dirty meaning of the word, Max's best friend (she'd already forgotten his name, what a great start she was off to) and best man dressed in a black tux with matching pink vest. Next came Sookie dressed in a baby blue version of the dress, with Jackson in the same black tux except with a baby blue vest. Then last came Max's brother and girlfriend, who were wearing the same combination with a pale yellow theme this time. All the girls held a bouquet of yellow daisies.

"Everybody ready?" Sookie asked, she may have said 'everybody' but she question was directed to Lorelai and everybody knew it.

Lorelai nodded, taking another deep breath. This was it. She was getting married. Just a couple more steps and some words and it would be official. She'd be Mrs. Max Medina.

Rory gave the cue to Miss Patty, who was standing just outside, to start the music. And it was on. There was no turning back now.

After waiting the rehearsed amount of time, Rory and her escort, Lorelai really had to learn this guy's name, started down the isle. Sookie turned and gave Lorelai a warm smile, before her and Jackson walked out just a little bit behind Rory, then Max's brother and girlfriend left.

"Here, you'll need this," Richard handed Lorelai her bouquet of yellow daisies from off the little table to the side of them.

"Oh, thanks, almost forgot them." Lorelai grabbed them from her father's hands, and situated them in her own. "That would have been bad."

"Might have had to start the whole thing over again."

"Would have made for a good memory though," Lorelai added with a small grin. "I would never live something like that down." They both made their way to the front of the door, waiting for everyone to get situated and for Miss Patty to start the wedding march.

She could see Max from here. Standing in his black tuxedo with a white vest, to match Lorelai's dress of course, just beaming at her. Standing underneath Luke's chuppah. The beautiful chuppah. She could see everyone she knew, and a few she didn't, just sitting in their seats waiting for her to walk down the isle. All wearing the same goofy grin that she should be wearing.

Then it started. Those familiar notes that everyone knows. Richard turned his head slightly to her, "It's time," he reminded her.

Lorelai nodded, words were out of the question at the moment, and they both started down the steps and out her front down. Her eyes searched the audience, going every which way except for the direction they were supposed to be looking in. She was supposed to be looking at Max, right? Isn't that how it's always done? But she had to know.

Her heart sank as they reached the end of the isle. Richard kissed the sides of her cheeks, and walked over to the right to sit with Emily. Leaving her with Max. Leaving her to get married.

Max beamed down at her, tears already forming in his eyes. He kissed the top of her forehead, "You look beautiful," he whispered to her.

But no words could come out on her end. Talking was sort of the last thing on a person's mind who's heart had stopped. She just turned to face the minister with Max, her mind racing.

"Dearly beloved, we gather here today," was all Lorelai heard from the minister's speech. She couldn't stop thinking about him. And having Max look at her like that and say things like she was beautiful made her feel even worse about the whole thing, and made her want to not think about him. But the more she tried not thinking about him, the more she thought about him. And the more she thought about him the more she felt she was making a mistake.

Max.

Max was everything that she had ever wanted. He was thoughtful. He loved her as much as he loved her kid. He was sweet. Had a sense of humor. Loved coffee, couldn't make it though. Not like Luke could. He was so great in so many ways that she couldn't possibly list them all, but she didn't love him.

And she couldn't pretend any longer.

"Wait," Lorelai whispered out softly, "Wait," she repeated, this time a little bit louder.

She felt all the eyes fall on her, waiting to see what was going on. Waiting to see Lorelai Gilmore screw up another good thing.

Max looked at her, nothing but love and concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Lorelai looked up at him, tears filling her eyes, "I can't do this. It isn't right."

"What?"

Lorelai looked over his shoulder, down the main road. The road that lead to the center of town. "I'm sorry," she finally made out.

"What?"

She looked at him again, "I'm sorry, Max," she dropped her bouquet as she lifted her hand up and took off the beautiful engagement ring that he'd given her, and placed it in his hand. "This isn't right."

She wasn't sure if Max looked more hurt or confused. She couldn't bare to look at him that long. She just calmly turned back around, and spirited, high heels, dress and all down the main road. She could hear people calling her name as she did so, her mother's shrill voice above all the them, but she just didn't care.

Max may have been everything that she needed. But he wasn't what she wanted. He never had been. No matter how much she wanted to love him, she couldn't. Because she was already in love with somebody else. Somebody that had always been somebody that she both needed and wanted.

Luke.

And although the timing was nothing but humorous for her to discover her love that was so secret, that she didn't even know it until now, she knew it was right.

She continued spiriting down the street, ignoring the extreme pain in her body that was telling her that not only was running not her sport, that running in heels and a dress was not ideal either. The few townspeople that were left and the tourists looked at her like she was some kind of mad woman as she dashed between them in her perfect little wedding dress. But she didn't care about what she looked like at the moment.

All she cared about was finding him. Her sprint picked up speed as Luke's came into view, and she stopped dodging people and opted for them to worry about not being run over by her. She dashed up the steps, and pulled open the door, nearly taking out the annoying little bell as she did so, and hurried breathlessly into the diner.

There he was, right where he had been yesterday. Except now he had a shocked look on his face, "What are you doing here?" He asked as she made her way over to him, "Aren't you supposed to be getting married? Lorelai?"

She grabbed his face, their bodies just inches apart. For once, he didn't care that she had broken the not-behind-the-counter rule. "Just shut up, okay?" She leaned in, and captured his lips in a fiery kiss.

Luke wrapped his arms around her, closing off the small gap of space between them, and returned the kiss with the same passion and fire.

This was it. He was it. Everything that she had ever wanted and needed was right smack dab under her nose. He was everything.

And it was, for lack of a better word, magical.

He was the Rhett to her Scarlet. The Hubbell to her Katie. The Oliver to her Jennifer. The Johnny to her Baby. And for the life of her she couldn't figure out why they hadn't been doing this all along. But she had to stop thinking and just be in the moment.

She'd deal with the rest of the world tomorrow.

Fin