Author's Greeting- I'm so sorry I haven't updated in awhile, but at first my excuse was 'I wanted to enjoy the last few days of summer', which later turned into 'I was to busy with school and homework' and you get the point.
GilmoreGirlNumber27- Thank you! You made my day!
javarox- Phew! I feel more safe now. LOL.
LukeNlorelaifan, Lorelai Gilmore46- 'Cause I'm evil and it was fun!
ultimategilmoregirl- Mike forgives you and thanks for nothing. Now I have to pay Jared more 'cause you make his ego big.
LorLukealways- Now that was just mean. I have a heart, it's on my night stand next to my monkey doll. LOL.
Franala a.k.a. Little Miss Know it All- You can spoil my plots for yourself just don't spoil it for the others. Okay Missy?
Disclaimer- I own… the same things I owned last time.
Okay, I'm done rambling. On with the story!
Luke shot up in his bed, breathing unevenly.
That was one of the worst nightmares I've ever had, Luke thought as got out of bed. This wasn't the first dream he's had about stopping Lorelai's wedding. In fact, this wasn't even the first one he's had today.
He went into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. Then he went into kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. When his tea we ready, he sat at the table and began to sort everything out.
Okay, this isn't good. I shouldn't be having dreams about stopping the wedding where I'm best man. Okay, I shouldn't be having dreams about stopping any wedding, but that's not the point. The point was that this isn't good. I already said that.
Then that little voice, that smug little voice, that smug little voice that's calls Luke coward a lot more than usual, that smug little voice that's starting to sound a little more and more like Jess each day started up again.
Hey Coward, ever thought that maybe you shouldn't be the best man in the wedding of the woman you love. Just a thought, Smug Jess the voice (or SJV for short) replied ever so smugly.
(AN- SJV is bold italic. Luke's just italic.)
Luke tried everything to ignore SJV, or he'd be trying to smack a smug grin off a smug inner voice's face. And how do you really smack an inner voice, let alone smack a grin off a smug inner voice's face? He could just hear Lorelai asking, 'Do inner voices have faces?' in his head.
Somehow everything you do leads back to Lorelai, SJV and my brain agreed.
My own brain's turned against me, Luke thought.
Okay, back to sorting. What have I got? My best friend from high school and the woman I'm in love with are getting married, and I'm the best man. I can't tell her I love her because Mike would hate me and Lorelai… well I'm pretty sure she would be mad. And I keep having dreams, scratch that, nightmares about stopping the wedding and none of the endings turn out very well for me. Yeah, I screwed myself pretty bad.
I could have told you that.
Shut up.
Look. Stop being a coward and do something about it.
Stop calling me coward!
Then stop being one! Like I was saying before, either go do something about the love of your live getting married or just sit here forever being pathetic. She isn't going to just come waltzing into the diner one day, out of the blue, saying that she doesn't want to marry Mike because she loves you. No matter how much you want it to, it's not happening!
You're right. She's not going to just come tell me she loves me, I have to do something about it. I'm going to call her!
You're listening to me? I mean actually listening to me after all that time? Was it 'cause I didn't call you coward or what 'cause this information might be useful later?
Yep. More and more like Jess each day.
After dialing Lorelai's number, it took three rings before Luke realized it was 3 o'clock in the morning.
"However this is, I'm going to kill you," Lorelai mumbled, probably still half asleep.
"Hi Lorelai," Luke said embarrassed.
"Luke, it's…" Lorelai looked at her clock "3:14 in the morning. What the hell could you possibly need to call me about at 3:14 in the morning?"
"I'm sorry Lorelai. I just called to tell you that… um I uh wanted to uh… Can we have lunch tomorrow, or today since it's already 3:00 in the morning…just the two of us?"
"You called me this early to ask me to lunch?" Lorelai asked more confused then mad. "You know what? I don't want to know. Where and what time do I meet you?"
"Meet me at the diner at 1:00."
"Okay. See later. Bye Luke."
"Bye Lorelai," then all he heard was dial tone and SJV repeating: Smooth Danes. Real smooth.
There's a button. It's a pretty, purple button. It's below these words. Now I need to press the pretty, purple button and write some stuff. It can be random or something I'd prefer more, your thoughts about my story. Can you do that? Good. Now don't get distracted by anything, just… No! I said not to get distracted. Good. Now… No! Not that button….
