A/N: Well, updating proves to be hard sometimes, but yes, I finally am. If you all know whom Jack Johnson (a singer) is, ad like his music, more brownie points towards you. I have discovered him, and I must say, in my own little world, he's at the top of Billboard charts. :)

Also, this is the chapter where the title of this particular fic comes into play.

Disclaimer: If I were to own Gilmore Girls, then I certainly wouldn't be here. So, that's why I don't own GG, because I could never leave here. :)

Suspicions
Chapter 6
Public

Lorelai and Rory sauntered into the Diner, just like any other usual day, sat down at the counter as always, and Rory called out sweetly, "Luke! Come give us our daily dosage of muffins and coffee!"

"And apparently a new look." Lorelai added, looking around at all the people staring at the duo. "…What's up with you guys?" She asked the whole diner. "Someone add crack into your coffee?"

Taylor spoke up, "Lorelai, why are you wearing that hideous outfit? You're seeing Luke for goodness sake!"

Lorelai looked down at her shirt, which was dark green with rhinestones scattered across it, and saw nothing wrong. "Since when have you become Queer Eye For the Straight Guy, Taylor?" She shot back. Lorelai had a thing for not liking people when they criticized how she dressed. This point had been proven numerous times, including one cheerleader, a cafeteria, and a handful of mashed potatoes. Her mother hadn't been able to show her face for days.

"I just think more appropriate dress should come into play when you start up dating again."

Rory's face fell darkly; she knew her mother still hadn't really gotten over Max yet. "Luke," She called out. "We could really be using those muffins right about now." Her fingers started drumming against the countertop, like they always did when she got nervous.

Lorelai was speechless for several moments, opening and closing her mouth, trying to think of a perfect comeback. But it seemed that her quick thinking had broke down, just when she needed it the most too. "But it's Luke…" Was all she could say at the moment. And she turned quickly back around in her stool, her brown eyes searching for something, anything, to concentrate on while she waited for her food.

When Luke came out a couple minutes later, clutching two cups of freshly brewed coffee and a plate of chocolate chip muffins, he instantly noted something was wrong. The atmosphere had changes in the Diner, some good, some bad, but this was everything compared to those. The whole room was silent, some staring at Lorelai, others, it had seemed, found an interest in their bacon and eggs.

And that's when he noticed something different about the woman in front of him. A look of weariness had come over her, and it was evident that she could possibly break down in tears at any given time. "…Lorelai?" He stammered, scared that if he said much more that he might break the frail look holding her together.

Lorelai stared up at him, and said quietly, "It's seems you and I are dating." She hated herself when his face paled, and an expression of surprise came over his usual grumpy one.

"…What?" Luke said, his hand shaking, nearly dropping the plate.

"Ask them for the details. The people of our town seem to know more about our love lives them we do apparently." She spat, her anger directing at the supermarket owner.

"Taylor!" Luke nearly bellowed, "What the hell did you do?"

The portly man jumped about a foot in his chair, scared of the tone Luke had used. "Goodness, Luke, no need to yell." He spluttered.

"Oh, I believe there is." Luke shot back, "Enough of this crap. Lorelai and I are NOT dating. We never have, and we probably never will." He threw down his rag, the water droplets splattering across the register's side. "Does everyone understand me?"

Every man, woman, and child, in the diner nodded, save Lorelai, who seemed to pale even more. Picking at her pastry, she took a quiet sip of coffee, and tried her best to savor the taste. But nothing, not even coffee, could save this morning from going bad.

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Rory quickly kissed her mother goodbye, "I've got the catch the bus to Chilton." She said.

Lorelai just gave her a nod, and a simple "Bye, babe." before going back to stirring her coffee. She knew she couldn't leave just yet; it'd seem too obvious that she was upset, and she didn't want to make matters worse for Luke.

The man of the hour came by, asking if she wanted a coffee refill. "On the house," he said, giving her a small smile.

Suddenly, just as if she realized where she was, Lorelai shot up from the seat, and was grabbing a to-go cup from the back of the counter. She poured the rest of the fluid from the ceramic one into the Styrofoam one, and quickly snapped on the lid. "Love ya," the words came out from her mouth before she could catch them, but her face didn't change as she practically ran outside.

Luke stood there in shock, the grip on the coffee pot loosened, and the glass bubble fell to the floor, shattering. Everything in the diner had gone dead silent again; only this time it wasn't a guilty silent, but a stunned silence.

Kirk was up and out the door before the rest of them even got the idea through their heads. "I have to be dreaming," Others said, and Patty even far enough as pinching herself to make sure this was reality.

But Luke didn't move. It was almost as if he was rooted to the spot, coffee weaving in and out between his shoes. He had waited so long to hear those words, and now that they had been spoken, he wasn't sure what to do. Dimly aware of the other inhabitants of the Diner, all her could say was "Out. Come back in an hour or so."

Many people had objected to this, and Taylor yelled out that this was improper etticate for a business to close it doors so early.

"You started this whole mess, Taylor. Now it's my job to clean it up. Get out NOW!" Luke shot back, getting angry. His fists had clenched, and one could tell by the look on his face that he meant business. 5 minutes later, the diner had been deserted, and the 'Open' sign had been switched to the other side.

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A/N: Now how's that for a chapter? Lots of Lorelai/Luke fluff for you guys, plus a bit of angst. Just the way I like it. I would continue on with this chapter, but A) I have to leave to head out somewhere, and B) this chapter would turn into 15 billion pages long if I kept on writing. :) I'll update this thing ASAP, and please R&R.