Chapter Two: Those Words You Never Meant To Say

Luke sat across the table from Lorelai and watched her eat her meal. She seemed to be rushing through her lunch, as if the end of the world were coming. He slowly let his eyes wander to the low cut neckline of her maroon sweater, and the necklace that hung around her neck. On the thin, silver chain hung a beautifully detailed silver locket in the shape of an oval. There were tiny diamonds that formed in the shape of a small snowflake right in the center of it. It was just as elegant and beautful as Lorelail. He had bought it for her as an engagement present. He remembered what she said when she opened it. Her eyes lit up and she looked up at him and simply said, "It's perfect. I love it." She eventually placed a picture on each side of the inside. The first picture was of the two of them ice skating, and the second picture was of Rory.

"What are you looking at?"

Lorelais' curious words startled Luke, and he slowly snapped out of his thoughts of the locket. He looked up at her, "Uh.. nothing."

"Well, well, Luke Danes, I am appaled."

"Uhm, what?" Luke was confused.

Lorelai lowered her voice to a low whisper. "You were looking down my shirt. Sorry buddy, but this isn't The Moulin Rouge, mister."

"What are you talking about? You're crazy."

"Mhmm.. keep it in your pants, at least until the waiter isn't looking." Lorelai picked up her wine glass, took one last sip, and stood up. Luke looked up, confused. "Come on, let's go." Lorelai said.

Luke looked down at his watch. "We haven't even been here for twenty minutes yet. Don't you want to finish your lunch, maybe get some dessert?"

"Luke, I told my mom that I'd be at her house to get my sweater by 3:00. It's 2:40 and their house is ten minutes from here. We have no time."

"Oh that's ridiculous, so what if we're a little bit late?"

Lorelai chuckled. "You know my mother, if I'm there at 3:01 she'll throw a fit. Let's go." Lorelai got up and walked over to the front desk to pay the check. Even though her mother had said those heart felt things to her a couple of months ago, there was still no improvement in their relationship. It was as if she'd never said anything at all. She started going back to Friday night dinners by Rory's request, but nothing had changed. The sad part was, she never expected her mother to handle the situation any different.

When Emily had apologized to Lorelai, Rory couldn't be happier. She thought it meant that they'd have a good relationship and there would be no more bickering or blaming everything on eachother. Lorelai knew different. She knew that her mother had just set Rory up for diasppointment, and that made her even madder.

She knew this would happen because it had happened before, around the time that she was with Max. When she asked her mother for her opinion on a veil. She told her mother the way she had felt, and Emily seemed like she was responding. Later she found out, it was just the calm before the storm. Just like this situation.

Lorelai's thoughts came to a hault when she felt Luke's hand run up her back. "Ready to go?" she asked, turning to him.

"Yupp," Luke said as he nodded his head. He took her hand and lead her out to the car.

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The Gilmore house looked as large as ever, towering over Luke's tiny truck. He hated this house. he hated the people inside of it and the way that they made Lorelai feel. He hated the look that she got on her face every time they pulled into the drive way, and every time the subject of her parents got up. If he could change one thing about Lorelai, it would be the relationship she has with her parents.

The sound of the engine shutting off rang through the truck. "Do you want me to come in with you?" Luke asked.

"Uhm, sure, if you want." Lorelai knew he didn't want to, that he would never want to. But she knew even better that Luke never wanted to leave her stranded in the Gilmore house. She could be in there forever.

"Alright." Luke unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door. Once he was out of the truck, he slammed the door behind him, and walked over to Lorelai, taking her hand in his. The two walked up the path to the huge front door, wishing that they could be anywhere else but here. Lorelai took comfort in the fact that she wasn't alone in not wanting to go to her parents' house. Usually, on Friday nights, Rory loved going to dinner, while she just couldn't wait until it was over. Now she could complain along with Luke. She could put on a fake smile along with Luke, and talk about her parents with Luke after they left. It was a wonderful thing in the mind of Lorelai Gilmore.

The sound of the door bell rang in Luke's ears. They two stood and waited until someone answered the door. A new face swung the door open. Another one of Emily's maids. This one looked afraid, as some of them tended to look. Luke felt her pain. She directed them to the living room, where Emily was on the phone.

As they walked into the huge, and beautifully furnished living room, Luke saw Emily, facing the mantle, on the telephone. Probably one of those women from the DAR, he still had no idea what that was.

"No, I said tables of twelve, not eight. Why don't you just listen the first time, then we won't have to have these extremely annoying arguments." Emily, said, angrily. "Okay, well do it fast and call me back."

She pressed a button on the phone, hanging it up and turned around. Not knowing that Luke and Lorelai were in the room, she jumped back at the sight of them. "Oh! Lorelai!"

"Hi, Mom." she said, with a false smile.

"Hello Luke," Emily said, with a disgusted look on her face, glaring at the two still holding hands.

"Hey, Mrs. Gilmore." Luke responded, trying to sound as happy as possible.

"How are the two of you?" Emily asked, "How are the wedding plans going?"

"Uhm, they're fine. We're actually going to the hall now to do a couple of things." Luke said, forever trying to get on her good side by answering all of her questions completely and appropriately.

"Well, that's good. And how is the diner? Still as busy as ever?"

"Uhm, Mom, I came to get my sweater that I left here the other night." Lorelai said, interrupting Emily, in an attempt to get Luke out a conversation that she knew he didn't want to be a part of.

"Oh, that's right. Well, it's over on the back of that chair." Emily pointed to a Victorian looking rocker, with flowers neatly carved into the wood. Lorelai walked over to it and picked up the white, heavy sweater that she'd had for years.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Do you want to stay for some tea? Laura is in the middle of making some."

"Oh, we'd love to, but we really do have to get to the hall. Lots of stuff to do."

"Okay, well, I'll see you and Rory on Friday night."

"See you Friday, Mom."

"Bye Mrs. Gilmore, tell Mr. Gilmore I said hello." Luke said, waving and walking toward the door.

"I'll be sure to do that."