A/N: Hey, sorry about the long wait on updating this story. I lost the notebook, then temporarily gave up looking for it, then the new Harry Potter book came out, and I promised myself I wouldn't write until I finished that, so I did, then the next day, I looked in my backpack that was under my bed, and I found my notebook. Wow, life sure is weird sometimes. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: Hey, don't own Gilmore Girls, but ASP does. :)

Suspicions
Chapter 5
Insomniac

For once in his life, Luke Danes could not sleep. The feeling deprived him, no matter how many times he rolled over, or adjusted the sheets. All that was going through his head were memories of her –of their friendship-, from the first time he saw the 16-year-old clutching baby Rory, to this night when he had found the five dollar bill under the soda cup. Every time he tried to block them out, they came back, stronger then ever.

He grunted, finally admitting to the fact that he would probably never get to sleep. Untangling himself from the mess his bed had become, he nearly tripped over a pillow that he had thrown on the floor. In his head, he could just hear Lorelai laughing at him. If only she had been there.

A sliver of moonlight shown through the window, illuminating everything in its path. Using it as a reference, he soon found the light switch, and flipped it on. The light temporarily blinded him for a minute, and he stumbled around in a daze.

"Dammit." He cursed as his foot hit a box of fruit that Jackson had left him the previous day.

Hobbling over to the small kitchen table, Luke deduced that Lorelai wouldn't have just been laughing, she would have been howling, letting the hilarity seep into the moment. And at that thought, Luke couldn't help but crack a smile.

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Lorelai groaned as the alarm went off for a second time that morning. "Evil demons must live within you," She spoke to the clock.

"Moooooom!" Rory yelled from downstairs, "Get up! We don't want a repeat of yesterday, do we?"

"If it means I get to sleep in an extra ten minutes, then yes I do!" She shouted back. And with that said, she slammed her head back down into the pillow.

5 minutes later, after Rory had figured out her mom wasn't getting out of bed without a fight; Lorelai could hear Rory's saddle shoes clunking on the wooden steps. She just snuggled deeper into her pillow, and hugged the covers closer to her body.

The feeling of happiness wouldn't last long, as her daughter ripped the blanket away from her grasp. "Argh." Lorelai spoke, and curled up into a ball, trying to save some of the warmth. But only the morning's crisp cold air could be felt.

Just to let her mother know that she meant business, Rory started to belt out the theme song to Mister Roger's Neighborhood.

"Nooo!" Lorelai said, trying to compress the sound out of her ears. Finally it dawned on her that the only way she could escape was by doing one thing: Getting up. Lorelai rolled out of the bed, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm up."

Rory still sang louder, and Lorelai's words were drowned out within the 3 seconds of them being spoken.

"I'm UP!" She said, putting emphasis on the word 'up'.

Still the song came to no end.

"Rory, I'M UP, dammit!" Lorelai shouted. If the phone was to start ringing at the very moment, Lorelai could bet her life that it'd be Babette, calling to check up on everything.

Rory stopped singing abruptly and grinned at her mother. "Someone's on the grumpy side today."

"Someone is grumpy because their daughter decided that it would be just thrilling to sing Mr. Roger's song at 7:30. In the morning." She added the last sentence on after giving her response a second thought.

"Coffee makes the world go 'round." Rory said apologetically, watching these words take effect on Lorelai.

"Good idea." She said, "I'll be down in a sec, babe."

Rory left the room, Lorelai could hear her down in the kitchen already a couple seconds later. After comtemplating on getting back in bed, she vetoed the idea, only because Rory would come and start back up again; a situation the 32-year-old mother wished not to repeat.

After slipping on some more work-ish clothes, she dabbed on a bit of make-up, pulled a brush through her hair, and headed on down.

"Rory?" She called out, the name bouncing off the walls of the house.

"She lives!" Rory joked, coming to greet her.

"Yes, I do. And I shall live one more day happier if you say you have no plans for tonight between the times of 6:30 and 9pm. You could see last week's dinner results yesterday at the Inn."

Rory smiled, "Rumor has it that I'm free tonight until 9."

"Good boy, rumor." Lorelai smiled, "Luke's for breakfast?"

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Rory replied, and within minutes, they were already halfway down the street.

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A/N: Hope you liked it. :) Sorry about the short chapter. Time seemed to run out on me today.