Summary: Lorelai gives Luke her diary. He has to understand who she is, and how she becomes. Maybe they will be able to make up. (They're not together; never been. Doesn't set in a particular season)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and you all know it, so I don't have to spill more words about this subject.

Author's Note: This is exactly the same idea as the earlier version, but I changed a few things, like the date. I've changed the POV back, so please review and say if you like it. Thanks!

Chapter 1

I saw her walk to the diner. She looks like she's coming in. Nope, she went off. And there see is again. That's the third time she wants to come in. She drives me crazy. She looks stunning, as always, and she has that desperate, but pretty, look on her face. And she carries a book. Has Rory get her so far that she takes books with her? Oh look, she's coming in. Okay, I'm calm. What the hell does she want? I haven't seen her in two weeks or something like that.

"Hi?"

"Lorelai… Hi", yeah strong Danes, good reply.

"I know we have a thing going on here, but I have something for you. There's a letter included. Read it. I hope you'll understand why I'm me. Bye"

"B-b-bye."

What the hell? She left me a book. Damned, it's a diary! What is this about? Its 9.30 PM, and I have no customers. I'll just close up and find out where this is about.

Ten minutes later I'm upstairs. I sit down and take her letter. First thing to notice: it's a short letter.

"Dear Luke,

First thing I want you to know: I'm scared as hell right now. I'm about to let you in my mind, and nobody's ever been there. But it's necessary if you want to understand me. The book I gave you is my diary. Shocking right: I'm keeping a diary. Don't mock me. I started it when I was 15. So understand: it's a lot of puberty-things going on there. So for the first part: just keep thinking it was a confusing time for a teenager. And for the later part: please don't freak out. I can act if nothing's going on, because I did that (as you probably will read) for a long time now. It all makes sense later after you read it.

Love, Lorelai"

Getting to read someone's diary? With permission? Not a very usual thing. Actually I feel kind of bad how nosy I am, was there a Ms. Patty on the inside of me? Creepy thought. But after all: I live my whole life in Stars Hollow. And I really want to 'meet' the teenage Lorelai. It all make sense, I mean: she's my friend, or was anyway. If it depends on me: we ARE friends. And I thing the gesture of her diary send me the note that she wants to be friends to.

The last part of her letter is kind of vague. Like she said: I'll probably must read her diary before I'll get it. Or at least, I hope I'll get it, 'cause if Lorelais diary is written in the same way as she talks, I won't get it. I'll just open the book: knowing that a 15-year old Lorelai has write this. Sounds interesting.

January 10, 1983

Dear Diary,

Yay I have a diary! First things first, this is gonna be the only time that I start a story with 'dear diary', cause that is sooo wrong. Maybe I must name you, like Anne Frank did. But that wouldn't be original. I think I'm not gonna write to a book, but to myself. They say it can help to clear your head if you write it down. Clear my head would be soooo nice right now. My parents have that big party going on downstairs. So boring. And there are no cute boys, and I ask you: what's the point of a boring party without hunky boys?

Oh, note to myself if I read this back (properly if I'm old, grey and forgetful or something), right now I'm fifteen years old, I'm at my bedroom where I just kicked that stupid (however, I do like it. I mean, it's the thing I wanted when I was seven, and dad have giving it to me!) dollhouse where I was never aloud to play with when I was younger, and downstairs are like thousand old, boring, cold people, who don't want anything more than trick each other in filthy businesses. Just like my parents. If I'll ever forget why I don't like them: they're the people who where never home when I grew up. I always had a Nanny around, and at least every month an other. They're the people who can't keep a maid around. And if I want to talk to someone I'm not aloud to talk to a maid, or the gardener or whoever is our employer. They're the people who said to me at my eight birthday "happy seventh birthday, Lorelai". Surprisingly they remembered my name. And the last example, these are the people who caught me making out with Matthew Fudger and called his parents. And yes, I know it's a long time ago but I'm so never gonna forgive them, even after three years he still won't look at me in the eye. And they don't trust me with any boy. What do they think I'm doing? (And yes, I'm totally aware of what they think I'm doing.) But they have to understand that if I want to have sex with someone I'm gonna do that. If they like it or not. I can make an important decision on my own.

Well, I guess that's enough of a mind-refresher why I don't like my parents.

Mom just yelled at me for the forth time that I have to come downstairs because "it's not appropriate to leave a party your hosting". Like I'm hosting it. Like someone would really miss me? Sometimes I wondering as if I run away my parents would care. Maybe one day I'm gonna find it out.

Love, Lorelai.

Geez, the teenage Lorelai is a mess. And her parents does sound like hell. The look on her face after caught making out with some boy was probably worth a picture. She must have got a hard time. By the way, twelve? She sure get along with boys early. I already figured that. Wooh wait! Did I think about that kind of things? What is this; 'Meet a whole new side of Luke Danes' or something?