Disclaimer: So in case you didn't know I am not ASP, and with the way the show's been going do you honestly claim to be? HELL NO!
A/N: Again I'd like to thank those who reviewed for you're reviews, especially Ronata (you actually made me blush, you should give yourself a pat on the back, that's hard to do.) lol You guys are awesome, so on with the madness.
A/N: LorLukealways: I didn't mean for Luke to come off as a stalker, he is in no way that disturbed, let alone at all. I just felt that describing him that way would be the only way to get across his feelings at the time. And I promise that the chapters will get longer…eventually. : P
The sounds of awing made by children and adults alike combined with the clapping of the fireworks, drowned out any other sound that Luke may have been able to hear. If he had been listening close enough he would have heard Lorelai calling his name as she scurried up the path trying to catch him. She was bare-foot and the gravel was not agreeing with her, so she would call out to him when she wasn't cursing, which was on average about seven times in one breath. However another factor played into the fact that he couldn't hear her, he was berating himself in his mind, cussing himself for everything he was worth, and this left no room for any outside noise.
As he neared the edge of the crowd Lorelai gave up. There was no use in calling for him again, if she was loud enough for him to hear the attention for the fireworks would deplete and the whole of Stars Hollow would soon be watching them. She definitely didn't want her first conversation in five weeks with him to be watched and heard by the nosy citizens she couldn't help but love. They wouldn't mean to interfere, but their presence would be too much in an already delicate situation. For the first thing that Lorelai was bound and determined to ask Luke was why the hell he couldn't forgive her over something as small as telling him to go to hell. She would proceed from there, but apparently tonight would not be the night, no sparks would fly between she and Luke as they fought and Lorelai quickly accepted that and turned to actually head home.
As she neared her home she found herself thinking again about the lake. She had missed the fireworks, but the stars would still be there, it was still early… too early. For along with her late-night visits to the lake she had acquired a new bedtime that was anywhere within the region of one to two in the morning. It was only eleven and she had already received her nightly phone call from Rory. She was in Washington so she would attend the huge fireworks display near the capital, she was probably having the time of her life. 'I just hope she got away from Paris to have a good time.' Lorelai giggled to herself. While she felt sorry for Rory and missed her terribly she wouldn't change places with her for the world.
When Lorelai looked up she found herself nearing the pier, she didn't even remember turning that direction. Her subconscious must have been telling her to go there. As she neared the pier however she noticed that someone had taken her place. It had to be a man, he was too tall to be a woman and he was mimicking the position she held each and every night, arms behind his head, lying flat on his back. Lorelai slowed her pace and found a tree located near the water's edge and decided to see if she could identify the person who was now treading on her calm time. As she squinted in the dark her trusty stars illuminated enough light for her to make out the shape of a baseball cap lying beside the man, and she could just make out the flannel pattern of his short. 'LUKE DANES! Holy hotness Batman!' She thought as her breath hitched at the sight. 'What on earth is he doing down here?' She thought before finally taking notice of her surroundings. Laying on the ground to the right of her were several empty 'Luke's' to-go cups. 'He's been here before.' She deduced. 'Drinking coffee though. Oh My God! Luke Danes has been spying on me? Can you say stalker! Hold on a minute Lorelai, you've known Luke for hell and ever and he is definitely not the stalkerish type. Aren't we a little conceited to think he was out here watching you. Someone may have just dumped their trash here.' She scanned the number of cups with her eyes and sighed. 'But besides you who would drink twelve cups of coffee in one sitting? And why the hell is laying there on the pier just like you do?' Lorelai made a decision and picked up the cups, stacking them together and marching herself towards the pier.
A/N: That's it, review.