BTW in this chapter they aren't married, and Luke has a little banter with himself in his head.
About a week later- The cruise (Luke's POV)
I'm sitting in a chair on the deck. Nicole comes up to me with yet another glass of wine. This is boring.
"You having fun?"
No. "Mmm."
As the sun goes down, she kisses me on the neck again.
I just wish Lorelai was here not... her. I probably should not have just thought that... I think I'm drunk.
Sure, blame it on the booze.
Well, I probably shouldn't be thinking about Lorelai when I'm on vacation with my girlfriend.
She's not your girlfriend. You just asked her out when you saw Lorelai dating. Realizing you could never have Lorelai, you got Nicole. You just never thought it would end up this serious, did you?
Nope.
You never wanted it this serious, did you?
Nope, I didn't.
Then why is it this serious?
Too bad you're on a cruise- don't get to leave when you want to.
She whispers something in my ear, but I miss it. Too bad, cause it must have been important.
"Luke?"
"Hmm, yeah?"
"You weren't even listening to me?"
"No, I was."
"What'd I say?"
Scilence.
"Exactly."
She can get so mad at the stupidest things. Lorelai would probably just tell me what she said, not make me guess like Nicole. If Lorelai were to make me guess anything, it's be something casual like, "Guess what Rory's gonna do," or, "Guess how many fingers are behind my back, and you can give me free coffee for a week!" Something stupid like that. I can just hear her saying either of those. Or saying my name... "Lucas! La escuela!" I didn't even snap at her for calling me Lucas, cause when she says it... or anything else... it's sexy.
And that smile! God, that smile! It's hard not to grin every time she comes into the diner with that smile on.
I'm probably grinning, but Nicole won't ask why. She's talking to some more random people about where they're from or something.
And when she comes in after a rough night at her parents or a breakup of some sort, you just have to be depressed right along with her.
I should feel so much guiltier that I'm thinking about Lorelai than I am. What's weird is that I don't feel guilty at all. I really should though. Last night after having sex with Nicole, I had a much dirtier encounter with Lorelai when I fell asleep, and still nothing. No guilt, no blame, no crime, no regret. I just feel happier when I think of her, think of what she's doing at this moment, hopefully not who.
My thoughts drift to our last conversation where she revealed she pretty much just wants me to be happy... with someone other than her, and they drift to the many times I've almost kissed her, when she came to Uncle Louis's funeral, when I somehow built her that chuppah without exploding of jealousy, when I drove her to the hospital to see her father, and her mother thought we were on a date, the way she begs for coffee every morning, her dirty comments, the way we flirt back and forth rather she knows it or not, the loose chick, the first day we met and that horoscope, when she slept at my place a few months ago, when she did turn-down for Nicole and mine's room and was wearing that red bra, when she helped out with the diner, when I left Bert- I mean, my toolbox- at her place and almost told her everything, the first time she was in my apartment, the many Thanksgivings we've shared. God damn it, this list is too long!
I gulp down the rest of my beer as I try to picture her smile again. Maybe, it'll cheer me up, stop thinking of lost love or whatever the Hell this is.
God! I just want to see her, talk to her. I miss her. I can't remember the last time I've been away from Lorelai for a more than a month... Must've been when I first met her, and she was still really busy with Rory.
I sigh.
The next chapter will be part Luke on the cruise, part Lorelai in Europe, and watch out for the few little hints of what's to come I'll be leaving.
Now you review, my darlings. Long, please! (dirty, yes, but that's prolly part of the reason I said it)