A/N: Okay so here's the next chapter. Cliff Hanger Alert! Cliff Hanger Alert!…But mainly because I ran out of time. I apologize if this causes any distress.

Chapter 5: Broken Coffee Pots

It had been a long day.

The construction workers were feeling lazy. Sookie was freaking out about the test run menu. Michel was more irritable then usual, and one of her contractors was now going through a divorce, which meant he wasn't exactly the easiest person to talk to anymore,

Yet as she exited the Inn the stress of the day seemed to simply float away.

She got in her car and turned on the radio. Bohemian Rhapsody was playing and she decided it had been way too long since she had acted out her favorite Wayne's World moment.

As she began singing along with her best European accent attached, she started going over Luke's note in her head for about the 80th time that day.

Lorelai,

I'm sorry for being a jerk.

I miss you.

-Luke

PS. Come by the diner later. I'd get on my knees and beg but I don't want to ruin my rep.

So when he says I'm sorry for being a jerk does he mean that he's sorry for saying he can't be with me or that he's sorry that he made me cry? Man I hate when people do this. Write statements with about a hundred possible meaning attached. Why can't he just come out and say what he wants? Well duh! It's Luke! International lumberjack of mystery. Well I guess I'll find out tonight. I mean he said he wanted me to stop by, but what if that's one of those things with about 100 different meanings too… "Come by the diner later." Well okay I guess that kind of speaks for itself, but still I'm not sure how I should act around him anymore. I mean I did just go up to him and ask him if he loves me. I wish I had a second opinion on all this…

Lorelai suddenly pulled out her cell phone and pressed down hard on number 1.

"Yellow or Gold with the green dress," a familiar voice said into the phone.

"Gold of course. So Rory I need your opinion."

"You need my opinion? So you mean you're not even going to ask where I'm going."

"No."

"Mom, for the past 19 years of my existence you have been the nosiest person I know next to that old spinster women who used to live behind us with the crazy binoculars, and now you're going to tell me you don't even want to know where I'm going that would require me to wear one of the most eloquent dresses I own."

"Well if you weren't gonna call me—"

"What has happened to you! Are you so into your own existence now that you're not spending every waking moment thinking about me?"

"Well at the moment…"

"I am so not hearing this! Isn't your job as a mother to think about me and my needs at every possible second of the day?"

"Yeah, whatever Rory it's just…"

"This is such a disappointment M—"

"I think I want to date Luke!"

"…"

"Uh Rory are you there…? Rory… Remember when we had that talk when you were four about how much I hated silences and that if you stayed quiet for more then 5 seconds after I ask you something, Ursula was going to rise up from the sea like in the Little Mermaid and steal your voice away…? Well that applies in this situation as well if you have any doubts…"

"You…"

"Uh not exactly what I wanted to hear but that's a start."

"Want to date Luke?"

"Well, I don't know… would that be totally weird?"

"Our Luke!"

"You think its weird don't you…?"

"No I don't think it's weird I just think it's… Well it's our Luke…"

"I know…"

"So you like him?"

"No Rory I hate his guts. I'm thinking about chopping off his head and sticking it on top of the Chuppah he made me for all of Stars Hollow to see."

"Sorry it's just… this is wow! I mean you like Luke, and Luke likes you and—"

"A-buh-buh-buh, there lays the problem my dear."

"What problem? There aren't any problems."

"Luke doesn't like me that way, and this time I have proof because I asked him if he wanted to be with me and he said no."

"What do you mean he said no?"

"Rory he doesn't have to wan—"

"Mom, I'm sorry but are you seriously that naïve! Luke's loved you forever. I can see it every time he talks to you and if for some reason he did say that it's probably because he thinks it's not really what you want, or he's just nervous."

"Rory…"

"No Mom, don't Rory me and don't deny what's true. If you really like him and really want to be with him you need to go up to him and tell him straight on. Trust me mom he loves you…"

"But what if?"

"No what if's! And I refuse to talk to you about this until you talk to him!"

"But Rory?"

"No Mom!"

"It's not about the Luke thing."

"Then what is it?"

"Where are you going that requires you to wear the most eloquent dress you own?"

"Oh ha, Press Gala for the paper. Aw no! I'm late! Gotta go! Fill me in when you talk to him tonight, because I know you won't be able to resist!"

click.

Rory, her own flesh and blood had just refused to talk to her.

This left Lorelai with only one remaining choice.

She had to go to Luke's.

This decision came at just the right time for her because she was now nearing the Luke's Diner that she hadn't been in for approximately 2 ½ weeks now.

For some reason she actually felt kind of nervous.

Since when did Luke make her nervous?

Luke was jumpier then usual.

His hands shook as he carried plates. His eyes flew to the door every time the bell above it rang. Whenever the coffee pot was nearing empty he rushed to refill it.

He had decided the moment he left the note on Lorelai's doorstop that this was the night.

This was his last chance to get the girl. Not just any girl but

THE girl.

That was if she decided to come in.

Oh please come in. Why didn't I just say yes when she asked me! I mean it was right out there! All I had to do was give a simple response. Yes! Yes. Yes. Yes.

"Yes!"

All the eyes of the fellow townspeople were suddenly all in his direction.

So now you can say it

"The damn Patriots won last night. YES!" he yelled. A couple of guys in the corner cheered and soon the rest of the room followed.

Good save. But anyway now that I missed my chance I have to smoothly go into this myself. But I can't scare her away I have to be cool. Yeah like Cool hand Luke cool.

"Ding!" rang the bell above the door.

And Luke and the coffee pot were now suddenly on the floor.

"Are you okay sweet heart," Patty said kneeling down to give him a lift.

"Yeah just slipped," he said his face turning red.

"Here let me get some of that coffee off of you," said Patty as she began wiping him off/sticking her hands in places they don't belong.

"Uh Patty I think I got it!" Luke said picking up the remaining pieces of the coffee mug.

"Okay," she replied giving him a sly wink. "But you be careful, dear. Wouldn't want you to damage any of those goods would we?"

"…Uh trust me Patty the goods are all perfectly safe."

"Dirty," a new voice suddenly hollered across the room.

He turned around to see where the familiar voice had came from and once he did, he dropped the pot on the ground again.

A/N: Okay so know what's really weird that I realized about this chapter. I keep like accidentally doing these little rhyming things. It's really weird and before I edited this there were a couple more but I took them out because they were bugging me. Haha. Hey how about we play a game. First person to pick out all my rhymes wins! Ha yea just kidding. Anyways how'd you like it?