Disclaimer: If they were mine, I sell them to HBO so we could get some
fun scenes. And by 'fun' I mean.... Wait... sorry; the rating of this
story is PG- 13. Too Bad! You'll just have to use your imaginations.
So, what I'm trying to say is that I do not own these characters.
Sing For Me
Chapter Seven
Lorelai sat down on the couch with tears in her eyes. She was upset but she wasn't sure if she was more upset over what Luke had said to her or the fact that he was the one to say them. She decided she was equally upset over it and when the phone rang and the voice on the answering machine turned out to be Luke's; she knew that the only thing she wanted to do was ignore the call.
"Hey, Lorelai. It's me. Listen, I'm sorry about what I said. Just let me make it up to you. Call me back. Okay. Bye."
He hung up and she went over to the machine and erased the massage. Lorelai was far to upset to talk to Luke and let him slide by with only an apology. And to think, tonight was going to be the night she told him that she lo...well, she didn't want to think about that at the moment.
Just then the phone rang again. Lorelai figured it was Luke and waited for the answering machine to pick up.
"Hey mom, where are you? I guess I'll just call back lat..."
"Rory," Lorelai said, running up to the phone.
"Hey, what took to so long?" Rory asked on the other end.
"I decided to let the machine pick up my calls tonight."
"What's wrong? You sound upset."
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired."
"Weren't you suppose to see Luke tonight?"
"Uh, yeah. I saw Luke."
"Did something happen between you two?"
"You could say that."
"What happened, mom?" Rory asked with concern in her voice.
Lorelai took a deep breath and told Rory everything that had happened.
"I don't understand why he would get so upset over you asking about his guitar? I mean you're not the FBI."
"I know, but it's Luke and Luke for whatever reason doesn't like to share. Teachers must have dreaded him in Kindergarten."
"Well, maybe if you talk to him..."
"No, I'm not going to be the one who caves in. He had no right to get that upset with me."
"He said he was sorry."
"But what if it happens again, Rory. I can't go my whole life having Luke get mad at me because I ask him simple questions. No, he has to realize that if he's in this relationship for the long run compromises have to be made."
"Wow," Rory said.
"What?"
"You as so in lov..."
"Don't say it, I'm far to angry with him right now."
"I'm just saying..."
"I know what you're saying and I'll telling you I don't want to think about it right now."
"Okay."
"Okay."
There was an odd silence and neither Lorelai nor Rory liked odd silences so Lorelai finally broke it.
"So, are you still coming home early this weekend?" she asked her daughter.
"Yeah, I'm coming right after my class on morning class on Friday. That way we can have a dress rehearsal of 'Baby Jane' in the living room."
"Okay, great. I can't wait."
"Yeah, and I told Paris about the talent show and I think she wants to see it."
"Really? I never took Paris as a talent show type of girl."
"Me neither, but she said she wanted to do a paper on the mental state of small towns so she really wants to come."
"Well, she'll have all the case studies she needs here."
"That's what I told her."
Just then Rory's call waiting went off.
"Hey mom, I'm getting another call can you hold on?"
"Actually, I think I'm going to take a shower and head off to bed."
"Okay, well then I call you tomorrow."
"Okay, goodnight sweets."
"Goodnight mom. Oh, and mom..."
"Yeah?"
"Everything with Luke is going to be okay."
"Yeah, I hope so."
With that Lorelai hung up and headed upstairs.
Rory pushed a button on her phone and switched over to the other line.
"Hello," she said.
"Hey Rory," the voice said.
"Lane, hi."
"Are you busy? Because if you're busy I can call back later," Lane said.
"No, I'm not busy. What's up?"
"It's just uhhh..." Lane paused for a second.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Dave's back," Lane blurted out.
"What? Dave's back? Seriously. When? Where? How?"
"Today. At Luke's. Airplane."
"He took an airplane to Luke's. I had no idea he had that kind of connections."
"No, I saw him today. He stopped by Luke's to see me after he got off from his flight."
"Wow, how is he?"
"He's good. He looks great. He's very tanned."
"Well, California will do that."
"Yeah." Lane didn't sound as contented as Rory would have thought she would upon hearing that Dave was back.
"Lane, are you okay," she finally asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Dave's back, I'm just surprised and happy, but surprised."
"Surprised, yeah. Okay, I was just wondering because last time we talked..."
Lane cut her off. "Yeah, well I just want to see how things are right now with us. I guess I just feel bad about thinking that stuff a few days ago and all of a sudden he just appears here."
"I understand."
"I missed him."
"I know."
"Sorry for rambling on about this, I'm sure you have your own stuff to worry about."
"No, my life is pretty much on cruise control now, but between you and my mother I'm content with living vicariously through you guys."
"Thanks Rory."
"For what?"
"Just for listening."
"We're friends, you don't need to thank me."
"I know, but this past year or so it's just been..." Lane drifted off.
"Lane?"
"It's just...it's been an adjustment not having a mother and best friend around all the time."
Rory wasn't really sure of what to say to that. She opened her mouth to say something but Lane beat her to the punch.
"I'm going to go," she said.
"Oh, okay," was all Rory could say.
"I'll talk to you soon."
"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow. And I'll be home on Friday for the talent show so we can talk then too."
"Okay, that would be great. Goodnight Rory.."
"Bye Lane."
Rory hung up the phone. She sat down on her bed and grabbed one of her books. She opened the book to the page that was book marked and attempted to read it. After five minutes of basically staring at the same sentence, she closed the book and turned off her lights to try and get some sleep.
Try, being the operative word.
Sing For Me
Chapter Seven
Lorelai sat down on the couch with tears in her eyes. She was upset but she wasn't sure if she was more upset over what Luke had said to her or the fact that he was the one to say them. She decided she was equally upset over it and when the phone rang and the voice on the answering machine turned out to be Luke's; she knew that the only thing she wanted to do was ignore the call.
"Hey, Lorelai. It's me. Listen, I'm sorry about what I said. Just let me make it up to you. Call me back. Okay. Bye."
He hung up and she went over to the machine and erased the massage. Lorelai was far to upset to talk to Luke and let him slide by with only an apology. And to think, tonight was going to be the night she told him that she lo...well, she didn't want to think about that at the moment.
Just then the phone rang again. Lorelai figured it was Luke and waited for the answering machine to pick up.
"Hey mom, where are you? I guess I'll just call back lat..."
"Rory," Lorelai said, running up to the phone.
"Hey, what took to so long?" Rory asked on the other end.
"I decided to let the machine pick up my calls tonight."
"What's wrong? You sound upset."
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired."
"Weren't you suppose to see Luke tonight?"
"Uh, yeah. I saw Luke."
"Did something happen between you two?"
"You could say that."
"What happened, mom?" Rory asked with concern in her voice.
Lorelai took a deep breath and told Rory everything that had happened.
"I don't understand why he would get so upset over you asking about his guitar? I mean you're not the FBI."
"I know, but it's Luke and Luke for whatever reason doesn't like to share. Teachers must have dreaded him in Kindergarten."
"Well, maybe if you talk to him..."
"No, I'm not going to be the one who caves in. He had no right to get that upset with me."
"He said he was sorry."
"But what if it happens again, Rory. I can't go my whole life having Luke get mad at me because I ask him simple questions. No, he has to realize that if he's in this relationship for the long run compromises have to be made."
"Wow," Rory said.
"What?"
"You as so in lov..."
"Don't say it, I'm far to angry with him right now."
"I'm just saying..."
"I know what you're saying and I'll telling you I don't want to think about it right now."
"Okay."
"Okay."
There was an odd silence and neither Lorelai nor Rory liked odd silences so Lorelai finally broke it.
"So, are you still coming home early this weekend?" she asked her daughter.
"Yeah, I'm coming right after my class on morning class on Friday. That way we can have a dress rehearsal of 'Baby Jane' in the living room."
"Okay, great. I can't wait."
"Yeah, and I told Paris about the talent show and I think she wants to see it."
"Really? I never took Paris as a talent show type of girl."
"Me neither, but she said she wanted to do a paper on the mental state of small towns so she really wants to come."
"Well, she'll have all the case studies she needs here."
"That's what I told her."
Just then Rory's call waiting went off.
"Hey mom, I'm getting another call can you hold on?"
"Actually, I think I'm going to take a shower and head off to bed."
"Okay, well then I call you tomorrow."
"Okay, goodnight sweets."
"Goodnight mom. Oh, and mom..."
"Yeah?"
"Everything with Luke is going to be okay."
"Yeah, I hope so."
With that Lorelai hung up and headed upstairs.
Rory pushed a button on her phone and switched over to the other line.
"Hello," she said.
"Hey Rory," the voice said.
"Lane, hi."
"Are you busy? Because if you're busy I can call back later," Lane said.
"No, I'm not busy. What's up?"
"It's just uhhh..." Lane paused for a second.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Dave's back," Lane blurted out.
"What? Dave's back? Seriously. When? Where? How?"
"Today. At Luke's. Airplane."
"He took an airplane to Luke's. I had no idea he had that kind of connections."
"No, I saw him today. He stopped by Luke's to see me after he got off from his flight."
"Wow, how is he?"
"He's good. He looks great. He's very tanned."
"Well, California will do that."
"Yeah." Lane didn't sound as contented as Rory would have thought she would upon hearing that Dave was back.
"Lane, are you okay," she finally asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Dave's back, I'm just surprised and happy, but surprised."
"Surprised, yeah. Okay, I was just wondering because last time we talked..."
Lane cut her off. "Yeah, well I just want to see how things are right now with us. I guess I just feel bad about thinking that stuff a few days ago and all of a sudden he just appears here."
"I understand."
"I missed him."
"I know."
"Sorry for rambling on about this, I'm sure you have your own stuff to worry about."
"No, my life is pretty much on cruise control now, but between you and my mother I'm content with living vicariously through you guys."
"Thanks Rory."
"For what?"
"Just for listening."
"We're friends, you don't need to thank me."
"I know, but this past year or so it's just been..." Lane drifted off.
"Lane?"
"It's just...it's been an adjustment not having a mother and best friend around all the time."
Rory wasn't really sure of what to say to that. She opened her mouth to say something but Lane beat her to the punch.
"I'm going to go," she said.
"Oh, okay," was all Rory could say.
"I'll talk to you soon."
"Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow. And I'll be home on Friday for the talent show so we can talk then too."
"Okay, that would be great. Goodnight Rory.."
"Bye Lane."
Rory hung up the phone. She sat down on her bed and grabbed one of her books. She opened the book to the page that was book marked and attempted to read it. After five minutes of basically staring at the same sentence, she closed the book and turned off her lights to try and get some sleep.
Try, being the operative word.