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Sing For Me
Chapter Nine
On Thursday morning Lorelai woke up and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee. She hadn't been sleeping particularly well since her fight with Luke but she was determined to stand he ground. Luke hadn't tried calling her since Tuesday, the night of the fight. 'He's just as stubborn as I am,' she thought to herself.
She left the house and went to the Inn. When she arrived there the first thing she heard was Sookie and Jackson arguing.
"Jackson, you can not go up on that stage and perform poetry," Sookie yelled at him.
"Why not? My poetry is good. You told me you liked my poetry. You weren't just telling me you liked it, were you?" he yelled back.
"No, of course not I just...your poetry is an acquired taste, Jackson."
"I don't care, I'm doing it," he said heading for the door.
"But Jackson..." Sookie's voice trailed off as Jackson stormed off.
"Jackson still determined to come out as a poet at the talent show?" Lorelai asked Sookie.
"I can't get him to change his mind. Lorelai, he's going to embarrass himself."
"Well sometimes people have to learn the hard way."
"It's going to be the 'Kirk talent show debacle of 2001' all over again."
"I don't think it will be that bad. After all, Kirk is still in the showcase, if anyone is going to cause the 'Kirk talent show debacle of 2005' it's going to be Kirk."
"I guess you're right." Sookie looked at Lorelai for a second and notice she still wasn't quite herself. "Hey Lorelai," she asked.
"Yeah."
"Have you talked to Luke yet?"
"No, I haven't. He hasn't tried calling me either so I don't know what's going on."
"Well, just so you know," Sookie brought her voice down to a whisper, "he's been in a terrible mood for the last couple days."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he's kicking people out of the diner and generally just losing his patience with everyone. I went in yesterday and all I said was 'Hey Luke, how's it going' and he just grumbled something and walked away."
"Well, if he's in that sort of mood it's his own fault."
"I guess you're right, but Lorelai I really think you should talk to him."
"Sookie..."
"I'm not saying you need to apologize for anything but just talk to him."
Lorelai sighed, "I'll think about it."
"Good," Sookie walked off toward the kitchen leaving Lorelai alone to think.
Meanwhile, Lane and Dave were sitting in the Gazebo talking during Lane's lunch break.
"...So when we ran out of water balloons we filled up our water guns and started going after the freshmen. They never saw it coming," Dave told her remembering his college escapades.
"Sounds like fun," Lane said less than enthused.
"It was. I especially loved it when we got the kid who was wearing a 'Limp Bizkit' t-shirt because anyone who thinks it's okay to wear that in public deserves to be attacked by a bunch of guys with water guns.
"I agree."
"Are you okay, Lane?" he asked her. He could tell that something must have been bothering her. She had been acting a little off ever since he had shown up the other day.
"I fine, just have a lot of stuff on my mind."
"Oh, okay. Am I talking too much about school because if I am..."
Lane cut him off, "No, no it's not that at all."
"Oh, okay. Uhh...Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Oh okay, I respect that."
"I mean, just not right now."
"Okay."
"I have to get back to work," she told him.
"I'll walk you back."
He walked her back over to the diner and gave her a peck on the cheek. She smiled at him and he told her that he be back later so they could rehearse for the show. After he walked away she watched him for a few moments before heading into the diner. She knew what she had to do now.
Sing For Me
Chapter Nine
On Thursday morning Lorelai woke up and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee. She hadn't been sleeping particularly well since her fight with Luke but she was determined to stand he ground. Luke hadn't tried calling her since Tuesday, the night of the fight. 'He's just as stubborn as I am,' she thought to herself.
She left the house and went to the Inn. When she arrived there the first thing she heard was Sookie and Jackson arguing.
"Jackson, you can not go up on that stage and perform poetry," Sookie yelled at him.
"Why not? My poetry is good. You told me you liked my poetry. You weren't just telling me you liked it, were you?" he yelled back.
"No, of course not I just...your poetry is an acquired taste, Jackson."
"I don't care, I'm doing it," he said heading for the door.
"But Jackson..." Sookie's voice trailed off as Jackson stormed off.
"Jackson still determined to come out as a poet at the talent show?" Lorelai asked Sookie.
"I can't get him to change his mind. Lorelai, he's going to embarrass himself."
"Well sometimes people have to learn the hard way."
"It's going to be the 'Kirk talent show debacle of 2001' all over again."
"I don't think it will be that bad. After all, Kirk is still in the showcase, if anyone is going to cause the 'Kirk talent show debacle of 2005' it's going to be Kirk."
"I guess you're right." Sookie looked at Lorelai for a second and notice she still wasn't quite herself. "Hey Lorelai," she asked.
"Yeah."
"Have you talked to Luke yet?"
"No, I haven't. He hasn't tried calling me either so I don't know what's going on."
"Well, just so you know," Sookie brought her voice down to a whisper, "he's been in a terrible mood for the last couple days."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he's kicking people out of the diner and generally just losing his patience with everyone. I went in yesterday and all I said was 'Hey Luke, how's it going' and he just grumbled something and walked away."
"Well, if he's in that sort of mood it's his own fault."
"I guess you're right, but Lorelai I really think you should talk to him."
"Sookie..."
"I'm not saying you need to apologize for anything but just talk to him."
Lorelai sighed, "I'll think about it."
"Good," Sookie walked off toward the kitchen leaving Lorelai alone to think.
Meanwhile, Lane and Dave were sitting in the Gazebo talking during Lane's lunch break.
"...So when we ran out of water balloons we filled up our water guns and started going after the freshmen. They never saw it coming," Dave told her remembering his college escapades.
"Sounds like fun," Lane said less than enthused.
"It was. I especially loved it when we got the kid who was wearing a 'Limp Bizkit' t-shirt because anyone who thinks it's okay to wear that in public deserves to be attacked by a bunch of guys with water guns.
"I agree."
"Are you okay, Lane?" he asked her. He could tell that something must have been bothering her. She had been acting a little off ever since he had shown up the other day.
"I fine, just have a lot of stuff on my mind."
"Oh, okay. Am I talking too much about school because if I am..."
Lane cut him off, "No, no it's not that at all."
"Oh, okay. Uhh...Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Oh okay, I respect that."
"I mean, just not right now."
"Okay."
"I have to get back to work," she told him.
"I'll walk you back."
He walked her back over to the diner and gave her a peck on the cheek. She smiled at him and he told her that he be back later so they could rehearse for the show. After he walked away she watched him for a few moments before heading into the diner. She knew what she had to do now.