A Different Path
Chapter 8: Holding on to Nothing
Disclaimer: It's still not mine :)
Summary: 'He would smile and she'd quickly become a puddle on the floor…' How it all could have been different. LL
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"So… I was thinking, you know that list I was making yesterday?" Lorelai asked Luke as she watched him hammer a nail to some wood. They were outside and she was watching him build the jungle gym, like usual.
"Yeah…" He said.
"Well, it's a list of everything I want to do before I die." Lorelai said.
"Why do you need to make a list of that?" He asked.
"Well this way I won't look back on my life when I'm 90 years old and can't do cool things, and I won't have billions of things I wish I could have done when I was younger… get it?" Lorelai asked.
"Sure." Luke said.
"OK, so anyway, I've been working on all day." Lorelai paused, waiting for him to ask her about it.
"What's on the list, Lorelai?" Luke asked, playing along with her.
"Well, since you asked… I'll read it to you." She told him smiling. She cleared her throat and then began to read the list to him.
"See Rory graduate from Yale, pants Michel in front of everyone when he is wearing his pink, shiny underwear, learn all the words to Ice, Ice Baby, buy a bright orange cat suit like the one in the Britney Spears video, get Luke to eat something very unhealthy, wear my 'Give Bush a wedgie' t-shirt in front of my mother, try that Cheetos flavored lip gloss, eat an entire large popcorn at the movies- plus the free one they give you for finishing the first one, open up a glow-in-the-dark necklace and put that glowing stuff in my mouth and see if it will make my teeth glow, learn how to moon-walk, stay up for 7 days straight, meet a real life muffin man, organize all of my videos, die my hair a color of the rainbow, go skinny dipping at Larson's Dock, go to a movie and have the whole theater to myself so I can talk all I want and nobody will care, find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop, and have something named after me." Lorelai said.
"Does Rory seem to ring a bell?" He asked her sarcastically.
"No Luke, not like that." Lorelai said in a 'duh' sort of way.
He rolled his eyes and she continued. "I mean like, a hurricane or a disease… or something like the Miranda Laws, or maybe some big, fancy, science word… or a new species of insects or something. Maybe I could have a boat, an airplane, or a train named after me. Lots of important people have boats named after them.
"Like who?" He asked as he fumbled with some plastic pieces and some tools.
"Oh, I don't know… But, I'm sure there are tons pf famous people that have boats named after them. I'll google it right now if you want." She told him.
"That's OK." He said.
"Besides… The Lorelai…" She said as she put her hands in the air and made a square shape with her fingers, as if she was imagining it. "It has a nice ring to it, huh?" She asked.
"I guess so." He told her with a sigh. "You know that glow in the dark stuff can kill you." He told her.
"Well aren't you just a dream crusher, today." She told him.
"Sorry…" He said. "I'm just saying, it might make your teeth glow, but it'll also poison you and cause a very, long, painful, and probably very expensive death."
"Yeah, yeah." She said.
"Does Michel really wear shiny, pink underwear?" He asked.
"Mhm." Lorelai said with a nod and a smile. "And I'm pretty sure they are from Victoria's Secret."
Luke made a funny look and then went back to work. Lorelai giggled.
"Lorelai! Luke!" Babette called from the next yard.
"Hey Babette." Lorelai called.
"Hi Babette." Luke said afterward.
"Hey dolls, how are ya?" She asked, coming closer.
"Good." Lorelai called.
"Some town meeting last night, huh?" Babette asked.
"Oh, yeah… That vote on the Random Festival of the Year was intense… Gypsy sure has a good pair of lungs, the way she was yelling at Kirk- who would have thought?" Lorelai said, recalling some that happened at the meeting.
"Oh yeah, I still can't believe my idea didn't pull through." Babette said.
"Yeah, well, a town-wide game of strip poker was a little out there. You know how insecure Kirk can be." Lorelai said.
"Yeah, well..." Babette said. "It was a good idea." She said.
"Oh yeah," Lorelai said, trying to make her feel better.
"Pattie loved it." Babette continued.
"She would." Lorelai said quietly.
"What's that dear?" Babette asked.
"Eh, nothing." Lorelai said with a reassuring smile.
"OK… You know, it's too bad nobody liked my strip poker idea because I'm sure everybody would have loved to see what's under those flannel and jeans, huh?" Babette told Luke, nudging Lorelai a little bit.
"Fortunately, I'm good at poker, Babette." Luke said gruffly.
"Well, how about strip rock- paper- scissor -shoot?" Babette asked.
"I'm the rock-paper- scissors- shoot champion." Luke said sarcastically.
"That's a shame." Babette told him.
"Ooh yeah." Luke said with a sigh.
"Well, I'll see you dolls later, I have to go brush the cats!" She said happily.
"Bye Babette." Lorelai said.
"Bye Babette." Luke called.
Luke turned to Lorelai, "a town wide game of strip poker?" He asked.
"Well, it is Babette, who by the way, wants you so badly." Lorelai said with a laugh.
"Oh, yeah, Me, Babette and Morey in some weird gnome/cat orgy… You know that's gonna happen." Luke said sarcastically and Lorelai burst out laughing.
Once Lorelai stopped laughing, Luke shrugged. "So what did win the Random Festival of the Year?" He asked, waiting for a laugh.
"Chicken Racing Night." Lorelai said.
"You're not serious." Luke said.
"O yes I am… Chicken Racing Night, it was Taylor's idea." Lorelai said.
"You know, every year I keep thinking that it couldn't get any stupider, but they just keep proving me wrong." He told her.
"And they're going to give out little chicken-shaped, chicken nuggets on a stick and everything… They're going all out this year." Lorelai said. "Kirk named his chicken, Chicken-Kirk."
"I can just see it now- Taylor coming up to me with a chicken shaped, brightly colored poster with some really bad pun like 'come on, come all to the chicken racing night… unless you're chicken' at the top. He'll show it to me and beg me to hang it up on the diner at which point, I'll laugh in his face. Then he'll go and beg me to donate free chicken-shaped nuggets or something that's equally as stupid, and I'll laugh in his face again." Luke ranted.
"What a wonderful little tradition you guys have going there." Lorelai said.
"No, this whole town is just so predictable." Luke said.
"Including you!" Lorelai said, pointing at him.
"Yeah, yeah." Luke said.
They didn't talk for a few minutes, Luke focused on what he was doing and Lorelai went into her own little world. Suddenly Lorelai burst out laughing.
"What?" Luke asked.
"You are so right about that bad pun thing."
He smiled. "Yup." He said, putting his tools into his toolbox, closing it, and wiping off his hands with a cloth that was sitting beside him.
"I better get going." He told her.
"Oh man… Bye Bert." She said waving goodbye to the toolbox he was holding.
"I'll leave him here if it'll make you feel better." He said after rolling his eyes.
"That's OK, I think I'll be OK." She said wiping a fake tear off her face.
He rolled his eyes again.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked.
"Same time, same place." She told him.
"OK." He told her with a smile.
She watched as he walked over to his truck, got inside, started it, and backed out of her driveway. She watched as he turned around and drove off. When she was sure he was gone, she went inside the house and plopped herself on the couch.
They had been doing this for a week now. He would come over and he'd bring her food and decaf coffee. Then he'd work on the jungle gym, and she would usually watch. They would talk about random things. Neither one of them would ever mention the baby or anything baby related. They would never talk about times when they were together, or about the ribbons or anything else that would make their conversations awkward. They kept their discussions pointless and meaningless and that was fine. She would ramble on about nothing, and he would listen and he'd saying something funny. She would smile and laugh at him, and he'd always smile back.
Then, he would leave and she would sit in her empty house, thinking about him.
She knew this was bad. She knew it would happen. She told herself it would happen. How could it not, this was Luke…
She was falling in love with him, again… But, she couldn't. She couldn't do this to herself. It was all getting to be too much.
Maybe this was the wrong thing to be doing. Maybe she should have listened to herself before, when she said it would be too hard, too much. And yes, it was getting to be too hard and too much.
Maybe it was wrong to try and hold on. Maybe it would be better to just let go. Maybe she should just let go.
Letting go would be really hard, but it was better than trying to hold on to something that wasn't there, right?
Things wouldn't change. She lied to him, she pushed him, she didn't give him space, she asked for too much, she kept secrets, and she let him down. She lost his trust. She lost his love.
They would always, only be friends. That's all they could be, now. They could never be anything more, not with everything that happened. He'd never forgive her, he'd never trust her again, he'd never forget about what happened- what she did.
What did she get herself into?
She knew it'd end up like this. She knew she would just end up hurt and upset. She knew it would be even harder this way.
And yet, she still did it. She still let him in- again. Even knowing how bad it would end up, she still did it. Why? Because it was Luke…
Everything about him made her stomach do flips. He would look at her and she'd melt. He'd smile and she would quickly become a puddle on the floor. He'd hold her and she'd feel safe. He'd laugh and she'd be happy and completely satisfied. He'd whisper something in her ear and chills would run through her body. He'd touch her and she'd get goose bumps. He would play with her hair and she'd smile at him like an idiot. He'd kiss her and her knees would become jello. He'd hold her hand and she'd never want to let go.
Nobody else could make her feel that way. Luke was the only person who could make her feel like that, so loved, and beautiful, and important and… everything else. She couldn't even find words to describe how he made her feel.
That's why she did it. That's why she risked getting hurt again. That's why she didn't care how hard it would be or what it would do to her. She loved him- that's why she did it.
She loved him so much. She just wanted to be with him. She just wanted to feel that way again, even if it was all fake- even if he touched her by accident, or was only smiling at her because she had something stuck in her teeth. She didn't care. Those feelings were amazing and she didn't want to let them go.
But, maybe she needed to.
She was so in love with him. She was so in love with him and it was scaring her. It was scaring her a lot.
He drove down her street with the windows rolled down. It was starting to get warmer outside. The drive to the diner was always very quick, and today was no exception. He pulled up into and parked the car, then got out and went up the steps and into the diner.
Bing. He opened the door and started towards the counter. The diner wasn't too crowded, but there were still a lot of people around. He got behind the counter and began making some coffee.
"Luke." He froze when he heard his name. It wasn't his name that freaked him out so much, it was the mouth his name had just slipped out of. He didn't even need to look at her to know who it was.
Emily. Wonderful.
"Emily." He stated, turning around to face her. She looked different- maybe angry, or determined? It was something; he just couldn't put a finger on it.
"I need to talk to you, it's important." She told him.
"I'm uh, a little busy here." He told her. He didn't want to talk, especially not to her.
Emily looked around. "Everything seems to be fine here." She said looking back at him, right in his eyes. "I promise I won't waste too much of your time." She told him.
He knew Lorelai got her ability to persuade anyone into anything from Emily. He knew he should just give up and go, especially because of the way she was looking at him. It was even a little scary.
"Uh, OK, sure." Luke said, leading her outside.
She nodded and followed him.
He led her to the bench. It was the same bench that she had been sitting on when she talked to Rory. She sat down on it, not too close to Luke so he wouldn't get uncomfortable. He looked at her, as if he was waiting for her to begin, so she did.
"My daughter isn't talking to me, Luke." She told him. "She won't talk to me at all. I try to call her and she hangs up on me. However, she is talking to my husband. She told him all about the pregnancy, but she won't even talk to me- not a simple hello or anything." Emily paused again.
"I didn't really understand why, until Rory pointed it out to me." She said.
"Rory?" He asked. He was so confused. Why was Emily telling him this? What was she trying to do?
"Yes. We were sitting on this exact same bench and she was just yelling at me and yelling at me. She's never done that before, not like that. Rory has always been polite, or maybe she was just afraid of me, but she's never yelled like that. She was really angry." Emily told him.
Luke nodded, still having no idea why she was telling him this.
"I was sitting here, as she was just yelling at me- telling me how I ruined everything, how it was all my fault." She paused for a second. "She said it was all my fault that you and my daughter broke up." She said.
"Well, uh-" He began, feeling like she wanted an answer.
"She's right, it is my fault." Emily told him and he was shocked.
"What?" He asked.
"It's my fault. My daughter is miserable because of me. Rory hates me and it's my fault. I broke you guys up… I told Christopher to come and get Lorelai back… and I'm sorry." She told him, still completely calm, and even… sincere. He wasn't sure what he should be thinking, he was still completely confused.
"I never liked Christopher, did you know that?" Emily asked.
"Uh, no I didn't." Luke said, still very confused.
"Well, I didn't. But, he comes from a good family, and he has money, and he is Rory's father… I always thought Lorelai and Christopher would end up together. I always hoped they would." Emily said.
This was making him uncomfortable, but he kept listening. There had to be a point to this story, right?
"I'm not really sure why, though because I never liked him. He was never very good to Lorelai- or to Rory. He was never a big part of Rory's life and he never loved Lorelai the way he should have. But, I kept trying to make it work between them, and truthfully, I don't know why. I thought it would make them happy. I thought Lorelai could change him… I thought a family would change him… I thought they would be a nice, happy family- and I was wrong." Emily told him.
"Lorelai doesn't want to be with Chris. Maybe she did in high school, and maybe she thought she did a few other times before, but they were always better friends than anything else. Lorelai couldn't handle all the disappointment he caused when they dated- he was always a better friend." Emily said.
"He's proposed to her before, you know, and… She always said no. She said no for a reason, he wasn't the one- he was never the one." Emily said.
"But you- you were 'supposed to be the one' and I knew that. I could see it, and that's why I invited Chris to the wedding- because I could see it." Emily said.
Luke looked confused, but he was still hanging on to every word.
"I've seen Lorelai go through many relationships, Luke. I've seen her run from so many guys, so many relationships. I've seen her bolt at the mere suggestion of commitment." Emily told him. "And then, a week before the wedding, while I was trying on wedding dresses, Lorelai was upstairs with me." Emily explained. "I was trying one a beautiful dress and I walked out to see my daughter, the person who has never been able to commit to any man, ever… I saw her standing in front of the mirror, holding a wedding dress up to herself and just beaming. I knew the look on her face… she wanted to get married, she was imaging her wedding, she was thinking about marriage, about commitment- commitments to you, Luke." Emily told him.
"At my wedding, while we were getting ready, I asked her if she ever wanted to get married. She had this look on her face and I could just tell she was thinking about you. She was thinking about you and her getting married- and it wasn't scaring her. She didn't want to run, she wasn't afraid…" Emily told him.
He stayed silent, knowing she had more to say, although, he was completely shocked. Lorelai was thinking about marriage? That had to be a mistake… She was thinking about marriage, one week before they had broken up? This was all too much… Should he believe her? After all, Emily Gilmore is not exactly their number one fan, maybe it was only some sort of trick. Before, he could analyze anymore, she spoke up again.
"You make her happy, Luke. You make her happy and you make Rory happy. They both love you more than you could even imagine. I wish you could see the way Lorelai's eyes light up when you come in the room, or the way she smiles so much more when you're around, or the face she makes when you smile. And I wish you could see the way Rory looks at you two. When you're in the room- both of them just start glowing. They adore you- they love you." She said, starting to look off in the distance.
"I wish you could see it." She told him with a little regret in her voice. "I wish I could have seen it."
"Maybe if I had, I wouldn't have done what I did… or maybe I still would have. I guess we'll never know." Emily said.
"She chose you, Luke- not Chris, you. You make her happy." She told him, looking at him straight in the eyes. She sighed, "that never used to be enough for me, but it is now… I'll stay out of it- I really just wanted her to be happy." Emily said strongly.
He wasn't sure what was happening. Was Emily Gilmore seriously apologizing to him? Was she seriously apologizing and meaning it? Was she accepting him? Was she telling him that she was finally going to support their relationship? What was going on?
"Luke?" She asked.
"Hm?" He asked, looking up at her.
"Well?" Emily asked, staring at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Aren't you going to go to her? I just told you, Luke. She loves you, she wants you, and I'm going to stay out of it." Emily told her. "She loves you, Luke… You love her, don't you?" She asked.
"Yes." Luke told her, with surprisingly no hesitation. Was he really telling Emily this?
"Then, go to her, Luke!" Emily said with disbelief. Did she really go there and make that long speech, for nothing?
"That was always the plan, Emily."
He parked his truck in her driveway. He had a huge smile on his face, excited about the surprise he had planned for her. He had worked on it all night, and he was pretty sure it would show her how much he cared. He was pretty sure it would let her know, that he was definitely not out.
He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.
No answer.
He knocked a few more times. Still no answer.
He rang the doorbell. Maybe she was upstairs and she couldn't hear.
He waited- still no answer.
He checked the door, it was unlocked. He opened it a little and peaked inside the house.
"Lorelai?" He called. He heard noises coming from inside the house, so he went inside. "Lorelai?" He called as he walked through the house. He heard noises coming from the bathroom, so he went over there.
He leaned against the door. She was throwing up. He knocked.
"You don't want to see this, Luke." He heard her tell him through the door.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"This is really gross." She told him, after throwing up again.
He opened the door right as she was flushing the toilet. She was sitting by the toilet, leaning on the wall for support. Her hair was messy and her face was pale.
"You OK?" He asked.
She shook her head and he went over to her. He sat beside her and she let out a sick groan.
"Don't they know that it's not morning anymore?" Lorelai asked, holding her stomach.
"Maybe they go by the Jewish calendar." He said sarcastically.
"You know, that would be funny if I was not sitting on my bathroom floor, smelling like barf, and feeling like this." Lorelai told him.
"Sorry, I'll save it for later." He told her.
Then he turned her to and pushed her hair out of her face. He gave her a reassuring smile and then her patted her thigh.
She hated that he was seeing her like this. She hated when anybody saw her like this- a huge mess. But, she especially didn't want him to witness this.
Ugh.
She grabbed her stomach and then lunged for the toilet, again. She put her head over the edge and threw up a few more times.
After the 2nd time, Luke took her hair and held it back for her.
Once she felt OK, she wiped her mouth off and sighed, leaning against the wall again. He let go of her hair and let her relax.
She looked up at him with a grateful smile. "Thanks."
He shrugged. "Well, this is half my fault." He told her gesturing towards the toilet.
He knew he had crossed that line. They never talked about the baby. They never talked about the past. They never talked about times when they had been together.
"Yeah." She said quietly. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to cross that imaginary line they had silently agreed upon? Why did he have to be so sweet? Why did he have to hold her hair back? Why did she have to be in love with him? Why did have to be over her?
She crossed her arms, suddenly becoming a little angry. They had to stop this. They had to stop pretending that everything was OK. They had to stop pretending like none of this was happening. They had to stop pretending that they were friends. They had to stop pretending like this was going to work.
"You feeling better?" He asked her.
She nodded a little. She was pretty sure she had nothing left to throw up.
"OK, c'mon. I want to show you something." He said getting up. He put his hand out for her, but she got up without him.
He shrugged and began walking outside. She followed close behind him, forcing herself to take every step. She wanted him to leave. She wanted him to stop being that pretty piece of meat that was dangling in front of her face, but was always out of reach.
She walked outside and watched as he opened her garage door. She stood there waiting, with her arms crossed. She watched as he went to the side of the boat cleared some newspaper away.
"C'mon." He told her. She shrugged and walked over to where he was standing. She followed his gaze, and froze.
The Lorelai. It was painted in blue, in fancy writing, on the side of his boat.
"I'll have to re-do it when it's all finished, but you get the idea…" Luke told her, as she still stood their, frozen.
"I mean, all important people are named after boats, right?" Luke asked her, still looking at the boat. "And now you can cross it off your list." When she didn't say anything, he looked over to her. It wasn't exactly the reaction he had hoped for. She looked almost horrified.
"Lorelai?" He asked.
"Why- why'd you do that?" She asked.
"It's on your list." He told her. "I thought you'd like it."
She felt like crying. Why was he doing this? Why was he doing this to her? He was hanging around, showing her everything she was missing, everything she had messed up, everything she had lost, everything she could have had…
"Lorelai?" She heard him ask again. He reached out and touched her shoulder and she jumped away from him.
"Hey? What's wrong?" He asked.
"I- I… I can't do this." She told him.
"What?" He asked her.
"We can't do this." She told him, beginning to sound angry. "We can't keep pretending… We can't keep acting as if nothing is happening. We can't keep ignoring everything that happened." Lorelai told him.
"OK?" He said, completely confused.
"You don't have to do these things, Luke. You don't have to be nice to me. You don't have to be nice to me just because I'm having your baby… A baby deserves a father and I intend on letting you be one, no matter how hard it may be. This kid deserves to have a father around while they're growing up, but nobody will know if you were here now or not. The baby won't care if you held my hair back while I was throwing up, or if you named a boat after me, just because you thought it'd be nice. You don't have to do this these things, Luke." She told him, her throat starting to tighten as she fought the tears that were coming.
"I want to." He told her, because he had no idea what else to say, or why she was flipping out so much.
"And don't just do it because you feel bad for me. Don't just do it because you feel sorry for me. I don't need sympathy, OK? I just- I need you- I need you to go." She told him.
"What?" He asked.
"Please go, Luke. Please?" She was practically begging him now. She just wanted him to leave before she starting having a meltdown.
"Lorelai, I-"
"Please, Luke?" She asked, cutting him off.
"But, when-" He didn't get to finish, again.
"I'll call you when… I don't know, I guess I'll call you when I'm going to have the baby." She told him, trying so hard to stay strong.
He stood there, in disbelief of what was happening. He definitely did not expect this to happen.
She looked at him, and when he didn't leave, she sighed. "Fine, I'll see you in 9 months." She said before turning around and walking away.
When he couldn't see her face, she let the tears start rolling. She went into the house, locking the door behind her, and ran into the bathroom. She threw up again, and then she let herself fall to the floor. She sat where they had been a few minutes ago. She ran her fingers over the floor he had been sitting on.
She hated saying those things. She hated using that tone. She hated crossing her arms and pretending to be angry.
She wasn't angry.
She was heart broken, she was devastated, she was disappointed, she was scared, she was lonely
But, she was facing the truth, she was letting go, she was dealing with reality, she was being strong, she was beginning the process, she was making it better for the both of them, she was being smart, she was doing the right thing…
She sighed and lied down on the bathroom floor. The cold tile felt nice against her hot face.
Another sigh…
She was missing him, she was having regrets, she was crying so hard that it hurt, she was giving up, she was letting go of something she wanted to hold on to forever, she was being stupid, she was messing everything up again, she was being weak, she was hiding from reality, she was loosing a friendship that she desperately needed, she was doing the wrong thing…
How is it possible to be this confused?
Seeing him was too hard, but not seeing him was just as bad.
It would get easier, though… It would get easier. It had to get easier.
He was still standing there, in that exact spot she left him in. He hadn't moved since she left. He couldn't even remember breathing since she had left.
What was all of that?
How could she not see what he was saying? How could she think it was only an act? How could think he was only doing it because of the baby?
He was staring at the front door, the one she had just closed behind her. He looked back at the boat- the one he had stayed up all night painting. He had stayed up until 3 in the morning, painting and stenciling the letters, slowly and quietly, so she wouldn't wake up and see him in her garage. He thought she'd get it, or at least start to get it.
She looked so mad. She looked so upset, likehe had done something so completely wrong. She looked like she was going to cry, or maybe she was just going to slap him in the face.
He sat down on the ground, next to his boat, and inside her garage.
She told him to leave her alone- that she would call him in 9 months. 9 months? Was she serious?
He wasn't going to let that happen. He wasn't going to give up.
She was scared. She was scared of him letting her down again, of him changing his mind again. She was scared of him being out.
It wouldn't be easy. Maybe he had overlooked that, before. Maybe he had made the mistake of thinking this would be easier than it actually would be. She wasn't going to let him in that easily. She wasn't going to trust him again that easily. They would have to talk, they would have to work things out, they would have to gain each other's trust back.
They would do that. They would have those talks. He would make sure they had those talks.
But, right now, all he could do was show her how much he loved her.
Right now, all he could do was let her know how important she was to him, how it wasn't just because of the baby, and how much he missed her.
And he could do that.
He would do that.
Well… 3 updates in 4 days. I'm pretty proud. You know the drill… Suggestions/Good/Bad/Everything else… Please review.
And I know that was very un-Emily... but I wished she did something like that in the show, so I wrote it... I don't know.
Pleasee review.
Pretty please?