A/N: In case it's not apparent, I'm in the mood to write some Java Junkie stuff--the faster I complete the unmentionable ships of Chris/Lorelai and Luke/Rachel, the faster I get to the good stuff XD Thanks for all the reviews! Also, if anyone's interested in being a beta reader, I may be interested in getting one. Or a puppy. I dunno yet--PM me if you're itnerested.

PYA Spells Jail

Chapter 4

And There He Was

Slipping in the room in what she prayed was unnoticeable, Lorelai winced as the Principal greeted her with an icy grin. Honestly, did she have her low-jacked or what? Offering her best apologetic smile, Lorelai slunk into her seat. "Sorry, I was held up in the hallway." Obviously she'd done something good, because the principal merely nodded and handed her a folder brimming with papers, and went on with a long list of rules, regulations, and miscellaneous paraphernalia. Lorelai took the opportunity to look over the other new students. There was one in particular, she hoped to find.

And there he was.

Surprisingly, Lorelai found that he had managed to remain fully clothed in his baseball cap and sunglasses. And even more shocking, she noticed that he had his sun glasses down around his nose, and was looking at her with something of an amused grin. Lorelai pretended not to see him for the second, dropping her eyes. There was something different about this. She was always so forward and confident when it came to guys. But this one--she wasn't sure. And she hadn't even spoken to him. Well, that of course would have to be remedied. Pretending to be taking notes, Lorelai penned a sloppy note to the baseball cap boy, darting her keen eyes to him, for he was still staring at her.

She mouthed the words 'take it' with defined articulation, noticing a glimmer of something in his eyes, but she couldn't quite tell what. He offered a nod to the principal. Had he not seen her? She began to get annoyed. But then she figured it out, when he raised his hand and asked to be excused to the bathroom. Giving her a cryptic wink, he grabbed his bag and left the room. Lorelai took this as a sign that he wanted her to follow. Waiting about five minutes, she raised her hand as well, and too was granted permission. Smiling sweetly, she flipped her black hair over her shoulders and grabbed her purse, hurrying out the door.

And there he was.

Leaning against a locker with an all-knowing grin on his face, the baseball cap boy greeted her with a raised eyebrow, still not speaking. Tucking the note back in her purse, Lorelai walked over to him, the clicking of her shoes seeming unrealistically loud. Flipping her hair yet again with the toss of her head, she fixed her blue eyes on his, waiting for him to say something. But he didn't. What was with this?

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You new here too?"

"Apparently." He quirked an eyebrow, gesturing to the meeting going on without them.

"Oh. Me too." Yet again, he gave her that 'well, duh' look, rolling his eyes jokingly. Lorelai was unpleasantly tongue-tied. "I'm Lorelai Gilmore, what's your name?" So first grade, Gilmore.

"Luke."

"Nice to meet you Luke."

"Likewise." Now it was Lorelai who raised an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well, monosyllabic man, does your vocabulary extend upon the usual greetings?" She quipped quickly, her eyes narrowing slightly. This was not going how she had expected. She had expected a repeat of the boys in her school, tripping over themselves to get to her. Not the other way around. But then again, she was tripping. She was falling. Flat on her face, into a vat of tar. And then into a bucket of feathers.

Luke shrugged, eying her through shaded lenses. She certainly was a pretty one, this Lorelai, he noted mentally. Her face was round, curving to a point at her chin, and her eyes were a most intriguing blue, that almost made him dizzy. Her hair was masterfully done, curled in loose black tendrils that fell an inch or two below her shoulders. She was no moron, either, which was a change from his home town. Although he loved Stars Hollow, very few would be able to define monosyllabic. But none of this was apparent on his face--and besides, he quickly chased any ideas of her beauty from his mind. Rachel. Think Rachel.

"Fine. So, Boo Radley, since we're both new, do you think you'd like to sit with me at lunch? We can collaberate--we'll have them old PYA students wishing they'd never come back." Lorelai joked in her usual fashion. This time she caught his mild confusion, tilting her head to the side inquiringly. Luke dropped the feeling from his face, tilting his head to match her own peculiar position.

"What's this for?" Was all he could think to say, his usual wit taken away with forced thoughts of his girlfriend. Right. Yeah. Girlfriend.

"I dunno Gem, I did't want mist' Radley to see me so I hid behind t'tree. M'neck got stuck this way." By now, Luke was so lost it was almost comedic. He had not read To Kill A Mocking Bird, and was so confused, he grunted in aggrivation.

"I thought I was monosyllabic man? Or, Lorelai, are you as forgetful as confusing?" Lorelai put on a mock surprised face, covering her mouth shaped like an 'o' with her hand, gasping melodramatically. Taking a few tentative steps back, she pointed at him, arm outstreched, hopping up and down a few times teasingly. Luke glowered.

"It speaks!"

"Who's Boo Radley?"

"You need to read more."

"You need to speak coherently."

"Ah, so you do read. You know what coherently means."

"Credits to Stars Hollow Elementary spelling curiculim."

"Indeed."

"Indeed what?"

She shrugged. "Seemed like a fun thing to say." Her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth in a quirky way, teasing him. Mocking him. Making it almost painful for him to hold in the laughter. Her blue eyes sparkled, and his reflected the gleam, and for a moment, they stayed, just staring. Trying to understand what was going on in the others head, trying to become a mind reader, just to know what the fascinatingly unusual person in front of them was talking about--what was running through their heads. Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, Lorelai raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Gem, so are we eating together or not?"

Luke shrugged, deciding it better to ignore her mind-blowing banter. He could hardly process her first joke before she began on the second, and by the eigth, he had lost all hopes of surfacing the sea of pop-culture cracks. "I suppose." He answered, turning to go back inside. He stopped, holding the door handle, head tilted to the side in the same way she had been only minutes ago. Something again, unreadable, passed over his features, before he opened the door a crack. "Who's Boo Radley?" He repeated, quirking an eyebrow, which was hidden by a falling piece of curly hair.

"Young Jedi be you, teach you my ways I will."

"I think I'll check the library. But, Yoda, what does one get when they decode the twisted ways of your mind?" Lorelai smiled, walking around and placing a hand on the side of the door. Before slipping inside, she ran a finger along the brim of his hat, trailing it down his face, in small circles around the buttons of his shirt, all the way smiling at his awkwardness.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." And with that, she was gone, leaving a confused,red-facedLuke holding the door.