I'm soooooo soorrryyy. You can hit me with fruit, vegetables, mash patatoes... fishsicks! I'm awful! and so sawwrry

Just got yet another review for "Hammadi rhymes with Lorelai: Am I Drunk?", my last fic, telling me too "write more soon," and just so everyone knows, I'm finished with that fic and the rest that might seem like I'm not. I just kinda suck at ending fics, sorry. I doubt this one ever will, lol, cause I just really don't want to end on a low note and conclude another fic badly. I'm just bad at it. Anyway, I think we still have at least two chapters till I'll finish this story. I really like this one, and it'll be sad to finish it :-(.

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Ally: Yay for sleeping Luke! This is either my second or third fic where I've had sleeping Luke. Love him! And of course in bed but not sleeping, doing "other things" Luke. Hee hee. Love him even more!

JJFluffStuffForeva: Suffering Nicole? How can I have a fic with Nicole not have her suffering? I mean at least a little bit, right?

orangesherbert7: Yay! You don't care about Rory, cause this is an LL fic! Good, cause I really couldn't think of anything to do with her. lol. Yeah, so can I just pretend she doesn't exist? Probably not. Oh, well. I guess I'll just have to figure out something to do with her, huh? And btw, all I could think about was "Wouldn't it be cool if my birthday was on the 13th?" God, I'm so GG-obssessed. :sigh:

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and I love how alot of your reviews sound like things I would write fora story I really like, huge compliment, so thanks!

It took so long to update, cause I was really trying to improve this chapter. Still don't thin I got it jut right, but if you're nice (an i know you are!) you'll still R+R!

On with my JJ puff-n-fluff
Lorelai's POV

He turns the corner again and stops at the third door on the right. He hesitates, but then he knocks.

...There's no answer. He pulls a card key out of his pocket and opens the door.

We follow him inside. "Need help?"

"No."

"Luuuke?"

"No, thank you, Lorelai."

He stuffs some more clothes and random things in a suitcase.

"You look like you need help."

"All it is is putting stuff in s suitcase. It doesn't take too much of a thought process."

"That's so not what I meant by 'you need help'"

"Rory, make your mother go away."

"Will do. Where do they have coffee?"

"Around the corner, up the stairs, and... to your left I think."

"Kay, that's where we'll be."

"Meet you there."

"Bye, Luke," I get out before Rory shoves me back outside. "Pushy today, aren't we?"

"Did you not want coffee?"

"Okay, feet moving now."

7

Why am I being so snippy? She was just trying to help.

If I had let her help, she would have just made a bunch of unwanted comments about my boxers, and I don't really need that.

I zip up that suitcase, and open another.

After a couple minutes, I'm finished.

Just hope I didn't forget anything. That would suck.

I guess I should go get Lorelai and Rory... and somehow I can't move. There's something making me stay... Maybe I did forget something... Toothbrush! Yeah, now I can leave.

I open the door to go get Lorelai and Rory to help me carries a couple of bags, but there's another obstacle. This time a little more physical than a gut feeling of a missing toothbrush. I jump back a little at the sight.

"Nicole!"

She takes her face off the... waiter? Looks like a waiter.

"I'm sorry. I was leaving," the slurred waiter gets out.

"No, you weren't. I was," I respond.

"Oh, okay, bye, Luke!"

Drunk Nicole? Very "Outer Limits."

"Can you just leave this hall for a minute? I still need to get my luggage."

"No problem," Nicole tries to say, as the waiter says, "ock force" meaning "of course" ...I think.

-

"And Butch is off!"

"Yeah, slow down, Luke."

"Sorry."

7

This time I do run into him, and trip a little, but I grab his right arm and left shoulder. I'm good now.

"Graceful," Luke says.

"Be quiet."

"Aye, aye."

Sexy.

He opens the door again, and jumps back when he sees whatever's inside.

"Luke! What? What happened?" He has already re-shut the door.

"Just... Gimme two seconds," and in he walks. Ten seconds later, he opens the door again, and we walk inside.

"Nicole," I end up uttering. Nicole and some guy, a waiter? sitting on the bed. No shirt on the guy, glad she's wearing one. I'm gonna pretend she most definitely had one on when Luke opened the door. Why am I so surprised at her?

"Lorelai," she says back... kind of.

"She drunk?" I whisper to Luke.

"Oh yeah. Just hurry up." He grabs a suitcase.

I grab one too, hand it off to Rory. Take one for myself, and turn around. Nicole's staring at me.

"He loves you."

Luke looks worried. He waits for my reaction.

It takes a second, but... yeah, why not, I'll say it.

"I know."

He grins, but still looks really uncomfortable. "Say bye to Nicole now, Lorelai."

"Bye, Drunk Nicole."

"No, don't leave yet. I have more to say, and I don't want Luke to leave again, cause I'll miss him, and I'll just end up sleeping with Ted again."

"My name's John."

"I know."

I should step in. I don't want Drunk Nicole slurring about Luke and me... to Luke and me.

"Nicole, I know you think Luke never loved you; he only used you to get to me, and he's just an awful person for doing so, but that's really not true. I'm sure he did love you, right Luke?"

No reaction, maybe a little thrown off but that's it.

"...Luke?"

"No. No, I didn't."

"Luke," I warn.

"Well, I'm not gonna lie, Lorelai. I really didn't love her."

"So you did just use her to get to me? Why would you do that? I knew it was a little weird that you just spouted off that you were obsessing over me on your date with her."

"I did not just spout off—what are you talking about anyway? When are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the night I slept over at your place a couple months ago." If Nicole's face wasn't back on the waiter's, this sentence, this conversation too, would probably strike a cord with her. "You told me about the 'Lorelai references' you made on your and Nicole's first date, so I told you about one of those stupid dreams I had."

"Is this even about Nicole and me anymore, cause I think it's turning into another big argument between you and me."

"Very astute today, aren't we? Did you? Did you use her to get to me?" Please say no, please say no, damn it.

7

"No, Lorelai. I had given up on you and me. I figured I should move on, so I tried. I wouldn't say it worked, cause just look at Nicole, not exactly her best, wouldn't you say? Just ended up screwing up someone else's life right along with mine."

"You think your life is screwed up? I thought, ...nevermind, this obviously needs to stop."

What needs to stop? The argument? Nicole and the waiter making out? Lorelai and I making out? Okay, I'm...confused.

She storms out.

Great.

7

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"There you are. Where'd you go?"

"Just here. You and Luke looked like you were having another little spat, so I tried to stay out of it... Are you sure you're okay?"

I feel like I'm about to cry, but she probably shouldn't know that. "I'm fine."

"Okay... And you and Luke are fine?"

"...I don't know."

"Well, you will be; it's okay."

Luke opens the door again.

"Lorelai, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean- hi, Rory."

"Luke."

"I didn't mean you aided in the screwing up of my life. The exact opposite. You helped me get out of whatever that was."

"Glad I could be of service."

"You were; You were of service, I swear. Nicole, she just... Well, that never would have worked. Can we just forget about that and move on?"

"...No."

"What? Why?" There's a certain air of urgency in his voice, but I'll ignore that til I figure out exactly what I am doing and why.

"...I dunno."

"What?"

Silence.

"Do you just not wanna be with me and you're using this as a stupid excuse?"

"Well, if that was it, I think this is a pretty good excuse."

"So you really just don't want... me"

"No, no... I mean! Yes, I want you. Dirty. We just have to press the pause button right now, cause you have to figure out what Nicole was and why you were there, and I have to figure out if I'm okay with that."

"...Okay.," he says with a furrowed brow and that confusion in his voice. "...So wait, are you still mad cause I said my life is screwed up or just generally mad for brining Nicole into the picture?"

"I told you I don't know, but if I can't think of a good reason to really be mad at you, I'll probably steal your general Nicole one cause it's good... and very true."

"I have a few more reasons you could be mad a me too, if you wanna hear."

"Maybe later."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"Maybe you're still mad that it took us so long, or you could think I'll screw up your life like I did Nicole's."

"Ooh! The first one was good."

"I know."

"...I'm sorry, I have nothing to be mad about. I don't know why I'm whining."

"Wait, I have one more. Maybe, your so sad I'm leaving, it's making you tenser than usual."

"Yep, that's it... Come here."

I pull him in for a hug, a big, long hug.

Rory comes over a couple seconds later, and wraps her arms around us. "I was feeling left out."

Luke kisses the top of my head, shoves me to the side, and squeezes Rory.

"Sorry," he says to her.

I have to smile at this, cause it's cuter than... well,... me. Kidding, kidding... no I'm not.

After breaking up the much-too-adorable-for-puppies hug party we had in the hall, we make it back in the room, almost puking at the Nicole/Waiter vision on the bed, taking Luke's stuff, and leaving. We make it into a cab, and half-way to the hotel, Luke's hand finds it's way to my knee.

He rubs up my thigh, back down.

Geez.

He does it again... and again.

I have to. So I whisper it in his ear. "We're getting our own room."

7

The chills are sent down my spine again as she says it.

Geez... We better be. "Far away from Rory."

"As long as you didn't use me to get rid of Nicole," I mumble.

"Excuse me?" he says at a more normal volume.

"I'm kidding. The subject has passed."

"Yes, it has."

7

"Are we almost there?" God I seem way too anxious.

It take eight minutes to get back, three minutes to get Luke's stuff out of the cab, and about a minute to get inside and send Rory up before us.

We ask for a room... or try to. Eventually I get it right cuase Luke sucks at French, and the man behind the counter nods knowingly.

"Geez." Luke says. I giggle as the man gives us our key and tells us to have a good time.

I want to say 'trust me, we will,' but I don't know how. I suck at French too, I guess.

I some of Luke's luggage (not dirty, I swear), and head to the elevator.

The light glows on as I press the third floor button.

"...So, do you like elevators?" I say in a Sam Malone voice.

"Right now I do."

I smile at him and go in for a kiss, but the door opens. Damn it. Stupid not-having-kissed-him-in-thirty-minutes.

The room's just a couple doors from the elevator, thank god.

167.

He opens the door, and I walk in, throw his stuff on the floor, and swing my arms around his neck. He lets go of the luggage as my lips meet his, and I turn him around, kick the door closed.

"We have to call Rory," he says pulling me off.

God, I knew I was forgetting something! Err, someone I guess.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I sit down to call the front desk and ask for her room. She picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Rory? Luke and I got our own room, okay? Okay, bye."

"–Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Halt, pause, stop. You and Luke got a room for yourself?

"...Yeah?"

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Yeah?"

"You told me to, quote, 'Go up to the room. We'll be there in a sec.' How does that translate to you and Luke getting a room? God, I never thought I'd actually be saying that. Weird."

"I'm sorry. We can talk in the morning, okay?... That is, if I still have my voice."

"Shut up... I'm fine with you and Luke, you know, and glad you won't be spawning in the same room as me, but you could've told me what you were doing."

"I know. I Should've."

"Yes, you should've. Now, go back to your dirtiness."

"Thank you."

I hang up, and Luke's staring at me.

"You're staring at me."

"Of course I am."

"Aww." I stand and run my hand along his jawline, his stubble. I kiss it, and suck at it. Closer to his ear now and he turns it on me. One arm of his is around my back ,the other around my neck.

He kisses me with what seems like every ounce of passion he's ever known.

...And I get lowered onto the bed.

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