Ok, so guess who has almost no homework tonight? That would be moi! Yay! So here I sit thinking that I should edit my second and last chapter of this story so I can get it posted and everything. And since I have so much time, I think I'll update you all on my life because there always seems to be a couple people who care. So earlier this week I went to the doctors who told me I can't run for about a week. And remember, Ducky's on track, so this is bad, and it's even worse because for the past two or three weeks, I haven't been able to really participate in practice either, so next week, when I'm able to run in the meet, I won't be anywhere near as good as everyone else. Evil doctors! Grrrr! But tomorrow, the second meet of the season, I get to run scores back and forth between couch-people, and of course help move hurdles and stuff around the track. Fun huh? Maybe I'll walk down to subway and get some food. I had a salad there the other day and it was really good! The baby spinach with the grilled chicken is the best salad I've ever had, so the next time you go to Subway, you should try it.

Disclaimer: Hmmmm...I need 200 dollars by tomorrow for the Suisse exchange next year, and you think I have own Gilmore Girls? If I did, don't you think I would be able to pay that 200 dollars, not to mention the 1500 dollars it's going to cost total to go? Yeah, I thought so.

Part 2: Drunken With Love

I can't believe I just did that! How could I! Why did I have to break it off? Why did he have to lie? Why did he have to keep secrets? Why did this have to happen to us? It took us eight years, one month of hell, and one year of dating for us to figure out that we were meant to be together for the rest of our lives. I'm starting to think that the world hates us. Maybe we're not meant to be; maybe we're just being shown that the future doesn't hold anything good for us so we should get out now, while we still can. Yeah, that must be it. It must me that.

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"Luke. Luke. Luke!"

"What the hell do you want Kirk!" Luke yelled angrily.

"Can I get some ketchup?" Kirk asked.

"Why?" Luke asked him.

"Because I want some ketchup to go with my food." Kirk answered simply.

"Kirk, you only have a damn coffee! You don't need the ketchup so shut up and drink the coffee!" he yelled.

"But coffee isn't good for my stomach. It makes me sick."

"Well then why the hell did you order it?" Luke asked angrily.

"Because it was what that guy ordered and he said he liked coffee so I figured I would too." Kirk answered, clueless to the fact that Luke wanted to rip his head off for being so stupid.

"Kirk!" Luke yelled. Kirk scurried out of the diner, terrified Luke might kill him--a bunch of other customers left in a hurry for the exact same reason.

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"Sookie, coffee. Need. Give. Dying." Lorelai exclaimed dramatically as she entered the kitchen at the inn.

"Didn't you stop at Luke's this morning?" Sookie asked as she stirred some sort of sauce in the pan in front of her.

"No…I…I didn't have enough time." Lorelai stammered. She hated lying to Sookie but she couldn't tell her the truth: that Lorelai had been the stupid one and had cause Luke to walk away and had caused him to inflict the pain that he had.

But it's Luke's fault, not yours. He didn't tell you, he lied, he didn't care, he didn't understand, he is at fault. Cut Luke some slack though, he just found out about his kid! Yeah, five damn months ago! And it doesn't matter; he should have trusted you enough to tell you! Ok, can we stop fighting in her head so she can talk to Sookie without spacing out because we're arguing too loud? Fine.

Sookie heard the hesitation in Lorelai's voice and knew something had happened between her and Luke. She stopped at Luke's everyday, even if she got up three hours late, she was the boss, she could be late when she wanted.

"Lorelai, you never care whether you're late or not. What happened?" Sookie asked concernedly.

"It's nothing." Lorelai answered nonchalantly. Sookie gave her the look that said 'I know something's up'. "Fine. Me and Luke…" Lorelai lowered her voice so only she and Sookie could hear. "We kind of had a fight, and…and I think we…I think I kind of broke off the engagement." she said sadly and Sookie could hear it in her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry Hunny. Is there something you need from me?" she asked, like any good friend would.

"No, I'm fine." she lied.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you break off the engagement?" Sookie asked.

"I…I…I don't really know." then it hit Lorelai, the pain. She felt her knees start to buckle and she felt the need to get some air. She couldn't be at work today. She had to just get out of the building and go somewhere. Anywhere that didn't remind her of Luke. "Sookie, I have to go. I'll see you later." Lorelai said somewhat detached as she rushed to office to grab her things and then rushed out to her jeep.

She put the key in the ignition and switched into reverse. She was about to back up when she just grabbed onto the wheel and started crying. She couldn't take it. She couldn't hold the tears in.

She didn't know why that it had taken this long to finally sink in, but it did. She leaned her head into the steering wheel and let out the many tears that had been waiting patiently for her pain to get to her. The tears streamed down and she had started to sob. She didn't want to, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling this way.

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Luke didn't know what the hell he had done. Well, he did, but he didn't know how he had gotten there. He had tried to find the right opportunity to tell her, and whenever he did, each time something would internally convince him not to tell her. He knew that he had screwed up, and he thought she had forgiven him, even though he didn't really think the forgiveness was justified or deserved, but she just flipped out. What was he supposed to do? Just let her tell him that he had done wrong? He knew he had done wrong! He knew it! And his conscience had paid for it ever since he found out! He had felt nothing but guilt and self disgust! But he didn't need her to tell him that! He knew this! He knew ALL of it! And he just wanted for one moment for it all to go away, for them to be happy again, for the world to continue turning, for this all to be a dream.

Just then the telephone rang. Luke picked it up thinking, why the hell do I even bother?

"Hello?" he answered sadly.

"Hey Luke, it's Anna. I was wondering if you could baby sit tomorrow instead of Thursday. I know I said Thursday, but Allen said that he misspoke and that it was Tuesdays he had the day off, not Thursdays. Is that ok?" Anna asked on the other line. She wasn't oblivious to the tired depression she heard in his greeting, but it was night and he was bound to be tired and angry about something.

"Ah, I don't know. I guess." he answered hesitantly. This was the thing that had started the whole explosion: the April part of his life. And yes, he did now acknowledge that he had been stupid, and had separated the two parts of his life and had cut his fiancée off from one. It was a stupid mistake, and he realized that now.

"You sure? Cause I could find a friend to watch April." Anna suggested, knowing she didn't really trust any of her friends with April.

"Yeah, it's fine. Same time?" he asked. He was anxious to get off the phone and just drink himself to sleep again. He wanted the night to come, well, no he didn't, he wanted the darkness and the passing out to come. He just wanted to be able to sleep. He just wanted to be able to close his eyes, and not see her face full of anger, tears, and pain. He wanted some peace.

"6:00 actually, is that ok?" she asked. God, what the hell is wrong with him? He's normally so enthusiastic to see his daughter but he just sounds depressed.

"Ok. I have to go, so I'll see her tomorrow. Bye." he said.

"Bye." Anna said and they both hung up the phone.

Luke looked at the time. It was still a little after noon. Maybe I can just get away with sleeping all through the rest of the day, or drinking rather. I'll just have to put up the damn fishing sign. He thought. No one's here, so I don't even have to kick anyone out.

So he quickly ran over to Doose's, got some more beer because his stock was running low, and he quickly wrote "gone fishing" on the blank side of a piece of cardboard, of which the pickle shipment from three days before had come in.

He closed all of the blinds, shut off the lights, and walked up the stairs slowly, case of beer in hand.

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I can't stay here. I can't stay here and cry and wish that I had just shut my mouth and not flinched. I can't do this anymore. I have to get Luke back. I can't just wait for him to come walking in again and kiss me. Why? Because this one was my fault. I can't live without him. I need him. I need him more than ever. I just want someone to be there to cry on, but the only one suited for that is the person I'm crying over. That's it! Enough of this pessimistic talking Dammit! Get off your ass, and go get him! Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and go get what you want! Stop being an idiot!

This was all that was going through Lorelai's mind as she drove down the road towards her house. Stop being an idiot! Go get what you want! The voices shout in her head again. She then found herself steering here jeep into the center of town, towards Luke's.

She parked the jeep and quickly jumped out of the jeep, making sure here makeup wasn't smudged first. She ran to the diner door where Kirk stood standing knocking on the door, over and over again.

"What are you doing?" Lorelai asked him.

"The sign. And Luke won't let me in." Kirk said, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. Lorelai looked at him like a lunatic, which I suppose is not that far from the truth.

"What sign?" she asked before seeing the "gone fishing" sign no the door.

"That one! And Luke's being mean and won't let me in!" Kirk said, but his voice squeaked a bit at the end.

"Kirk, I'm sure he's just not here, see, 'gone fishing" she said, pointing to the sign. "He's just out fishing. I bet he'll be back tomorrow. Don't worry Kirk, it'll be ok. Why don't you just go try Weston's?" she asked, trying to comfort him.

"Weston's?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure they'll give you some food."

"Weston's." he said as if he was contemplating the meaning of the word. "I guess I could…go and try and eat there…but if Luke…you know, get's back, don't tell him I was eating there, ok?" he asked, fearing that Luke would kill him if he found out that Kirk was eating at Weston's.

"I won't tell a soul, Kirk."

"Ok, thank you!" he said before he ran like a maniac down the street towards Weston's.

What Kirk didn't notice, and Lorelai did, was that Luke's truck was parked out back, so he must be home. Lorelai reached for the key and unlocked the door. She entered the diner as if she was forbidden to be there.

It was dark due to the fact that all the lights were just off and all of the blinds were shut. She could hear a faint thud from upstairs and it startled her. She walked over to the stairs quietly and made her way up them, not knowing what she would find at the top.

When she reached the door, she heard a yelling from inside. "ow! Dammit! Stupid damn chair!" he sounded drunk, but Luke didn't get drunk, only that one time when jess was an ass to Luke.

She knocked quietly on the door, "Luke?" she asked sweetly. He obviously didn't hear her. She repeated herself but still went unanswered. She slowly opened the door and peered inside.

Luke was sitting on the couch, with at least five beer bottles in front of him that looked empty. She gazed over to the kitchen counter and discovered another three or four.

"Oh, Luke." she whispered sadly. Luke seemed to be extremely drunk from the fact that he was just staring at the wall, even though Lorelai was clearly standing in full view.

"Luke?" she questioned. She didn't get any response so she walked over to the couch and rubbed his arm gently. She had caused this. She knew that she had forced him into this, but what was she supposed to do? Sit back and not tell him her feelings?

"Luke, hey," she said, she turned his face towards hers.

"Lorelai?" he questioned.

"Yeah, so I see you've decided to have a party and not invite me." she joked.

"What?" he asked, then noticing the beers, "oh this, it's just…it's just…" he slurred.

"I'm sorry." she said gently.

Luke didn't know what to say. Here he was, drunken as hell, and all of a sudden Lorelai just comes out of no where to say 'sorry'? What kind of dream was this?

"Luke, are you hearing me?" She asked, hoping that he didn't think he was just imagining things.

"yeah." he said silently as he gulped and turned his face forwards. He kept thinking about what had happened the night before.

"Luke, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things, and I just came here to tell you what an idiot I've been and how even though my reasoning was justified, I'm sorry I didn't just talk to you about it." she said.

All that Luke heard was 'my reasoning was justified' and he just seemed to fill up with anger. She was justified? She didn't even talk to me about anything before accusing me of not loving her! God Dammit! In no way was her reasoning justified!

"Luke, I'm sorry." she said, caressing his cheek. Luke pulled her hand away from his face and stood up, with some difficulties due to the high alcohol levels in his body.

"You're sorry?" he slurred. "You're sorry? You think that you can come walking back in and say 'I'm sorry' and then everything's all better? No! You. Don't. Deserve. That. You don't deserve to be forgiven and then just come back in! I had my reasons! I kept April away because I thought that's what YOU wanted! I HAVE been busy the past few months! I HAVE had to stay at the diner a lot, but where do you get off telling me I don't love you because of that!" he yelled, his breath reeking of alcohol. Lorelai looked at him in disbelief.

"I'm sorry! What more do you want! I'm fucking sorry! I can't say it any plainer than that! I. am. Sorry. Luke. I just wish you could see that! I messed up! I should have talked to you about my issues with this whole situation when they began, but I didn't! And do you want to know why? Because I thought that this was how you wanted it to be! I wanted to leave well enough alone! And you're thinking, 'why?' and my answer is, and always will be, because I love you! I love you, and that's why I thought coming over here would solve or at least start to solve our problems! But here you are, drunk to hell, yelling at me because we both misunderstood each other!" she was now yelling and crying at the same time.

"How can you be sorry when you still think you were right?" he asked her, on a normal voice level this time.

"Because we were both right." She sounded desperate and tired as hell. "We were both right, you were right in thinking that you should warn me when April was coming over because you thought I didn't want anything to do with here. I was right in being angry at you for that because I thought you just wanted to keep the two lives separate. Don't you see? We both were just misreading the signals and signs, and the damn flashing neon lights in front of us!" she said, exhausted. She just wanted to sleep.

"I do want to marry you." he said quietly.

"What?"

"Before, you accused me of not wanting to marry you, but I do." he said again. He was slowly inching his way towards her.

"Well…good. Because I want to marry you." she responded.

"And I don't want to separate you from April."

"Good too."

"But I do want one thing." he said.

"And what's that?" she asked. They were now a foot apart.

"I want you to know that I will always love you and always want to marry you." he said.

"Then I want you to know something too." she said. God, half a foot is not enough room to breathe.

"Yeah?"

"This will be the last time a sober me will allow a drunken you to make out with me." she said smiling.

Luke smiled, and softly placed a kiss on her lips.

"Now the sex, that's another matter." Lorelai interjected. Both faces broke out into grins before stumbling over to the bed to mix sober with drunk to get love.

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So definitely not the best chapter ever written or read--whichever side of the story you're on. But I would really love some reviews. They keep me company while I spend my time at home instead of practice. Yes, that's right; I can't go to practice until the doctor says I can. Damn them! Ok, off topic. So its 7:22 now and it's still light out. Who does that make happy? Huh? Well I have to go and do my laundry. Please review and I promise a quick update of Laws of Life. Nice thought, huh? Maybe...later on tonight...or tomorrow morning?

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