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Chapter 15: How To Save a Life
Rory and Lorelai had searched for Paul Anka until 3:56 the next morning, when Lorelai had collapsed of exhaustion, and Rory, who was almost as tired, had to get Kirk (who was helping them look for Paul Anka) to put her in the backseat of Rory's car.
Once Lorelai was situated in the backseat, Rory drove off, with extremely loud music on to keep her awake and headed towards home.
She came 7 inches away from running a cat over, 2 inches from running one of Mrs. Dinkle's six mailboxes over, and had taken out three of Babette's gnomes, before actually making it home.
Rory couldn't even remember being this tired during the dance marathon. Never.
Rory had tried to get her mother out of the backseat and up to the steps, but it was impossible to get her more than a few feet from the car (by dragging of course). Rory had just enough strength to shut her car door and then she collapsed next to her mother on the ground, where they slept for the following four hours and 34 minutes.
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Luke felt empty. He had located Jess, and yelled at him and taken some swings with his fist, but had eventually decided that he had a diner to get back to, and let Jess off easy.
That night he had heard the calls of Kirk, Rory, and Lorelai, all calling for Paul Anka. He had felt the need to go outside and make it all better by telling Rory and Lorelai (who cares about Kirk?) that he would find the dog if only they would go and try to get some sleep.
But he hadn't. He hadn't gone out and comforted them, and he new that Jess would kick him for this if he knew, but Luke didn't care.
The truth was that he just didn't know what do say to Lorelai. She was a mystery to him; even after all their time together. First she wants nothing to do with him, then she did, then she didn't, then did, and it was now back to her pushing him away. How could he make his first move if he had no clue how she would react?
He had made the move two years ago, but he didn't know where that courage had gone. Maybe it was just a temporary thing. Maybe it was just him imagining things. Maybe he had been high back then.
They were all possibilities, but that didn't help his situation in the least bit.
He laid in bed for 6 hours and 56 minutes, and it wasn't until 3:56 in the morning that he fell asleep.
Symbolic or what?
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Lorelai felt herself being shaken awake. She felt herself being violently shaken awake. She tried to open her eyes but the presence of sunlight prevented that.
She shielded her eyes and moaned in annoyance.
"Go away." she swatted.
"You're okay? Rory's okay? Oh god! Me and Morry were worried about you!" she said as she clutched her heart in relief. "Morry! They're okay!" Babette shouted to her husband who was on the porch trying to repair one of the gnomes.
"Okay!" he responded as he put pressure onto the head of the little wooden being.
"Babette? What are you doing?" Lorelai asked, still lying on her back. She glanced next to her to see Rory and lots of grass. "What? What am I doing here?" she asked herself.
"I don't know!" Babette answered for her. "I just came out this morning to find my three babies over there, all broken into bits, and you guys lying here!" she said dramatically. "We thought someone had attacked you and claimed the lives of our gnomes!" she sighed.
"What?" she asked she slowly sat up. She shook her daughter. "Rory, come on. Get up." she said. Rory stirred slightly but then hit her mother as hard as she could without getting up.
Rory then felt something crawl on her face and her eyes shot open. She jumped up and started to screech and swat at her own face, while her mother laughed.
"Help! They're getting me! They're--hey! What are we doing outside?" Rory asked. It then hit her that she had driven home and then her and her mother had slept on the ground, Rory dreaming of little termites crawling on her. Maybe those were ants. Eew! Gross! She thought to herself.
"I don't know." Lorelai said. " the last thing I remember, we were looking for Paul Anka with Kirk and then it got a bit fuzzy and then I woke up to Babette shaking the crap out of me." Lorelai said.
"Paul Anka? He's been on your porch since about 6 last night waiting to be let in." Babette told them. "Look, he's still there." Babette pointed up to the porch. There he was just lying down in front of the door.
Lorelai threw her arms up in the air and sighed. She then looked at Rory. "Wait, didn't Kirk say he was going to check our house at around 9:30 last night?" Lorelai asked. Rory thought for a moment and then remembered that it was indeed true.
"Yeah, so this is technically his fault? That we're here, just waking up from the ground, the girls who never went camped, and yet here we are sleeping outside." Rory said.
"I'm gonna kill him!" Lorelai said, pushing herself off the ground. "thanks Babette." she said to her neighbor.
"No problem. Tell me if you need anything." Babette said and then went to go help her husband put the gnomes back together…as much as they could at least.
"Bye." Rory and Lorelai said at the same time.
"So what do you want to do now?" Rory asked.
"Well, coffee would be nice, and then maybe Kirk's head on a platter." Lorelai said.
"Hmmm, sounds tricky, think we can pull it off?" Rory asked.
"Of course we can, we're Gilmores! But it will be impossible if we don't get that coffee soon." Lorelai said.
"So then let's go inside and make some!" Rory said. Lorelai thought for a second and then her face fell. "What?" Rory asked.
"We don't have any more coffee." Lorelai confessed.
"What!"
"Well I was going to get some yesterday but then this came up."
"Oh…ok, then we'll go get some at Luke's or something…" Rory said, knowing if they did, she would be the one going in and getting the coffee while her mother stood outside.
"Rory, before we get dressed and coffee, I have to tell you something." Lorelai said.
"Oh, ok." Rory said.
"Inside maybe." Lorelai said.
"Sure." Rory said as they walked up to the door. Paul Anka raised his head as they approached and when he saw them, he stood up and waited at the side of the door, waiting to be let in. "hey mom?" Rory said.
"Yeah?"
"I think I ran over Babette's gnomes." Rory said.
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"What can I get you?" Luke said mechanically to a man waiting at a table.
"Hmmm, maybe some blueberry pancakes and coffee." The man said as he looked at the menu.
"That it?" Luke asked.
"Yeah. That's it." the man said as he handed Luke the menu.
"It'll be ready soon." Luke said and walked away. Luke hated people. They were too happy. They were too cheery. They were just too alive. Luke hated that they could enjoy life and he couldn't. He guessed he was just jealous.
"Luke! Luke! Luke! Luke!" Kirk shouted as he entered the diner.
"What?" Luke asked angrily.
"I need toast!" he said hurriedly.
"Ok….?" Luke said skeptically as he put some bread in the toaster.
"No! I need it now!" Kirk said.
"Well you are going to have to wait. I can't magically make heated bread up and turn it into toast. Now sit down!" he ordered.
"No! I need the toast now or she won't marry me!" Kirk said frantically.
"What?"
"Luke, lulu won't marry me if she doesn't get toast this morning. With strawberry jelly!" Kirk said.
"What are you talking about? Did she actually tell you she wouldn't marry you if she didn't get her toast, with strawberry jelly, from my diner?" Luke said.
"Well…no. But she loves toast more than anything else, even more than me! And I want to propose to her, and I know she will say no unless I do it while she's eating toast with strawberry jelly!" Kirk answered.
"Ok…suppose all you say is true and she will say no if she doesn't eat toast--" Luke started.
"With strawberry jelly." Kirk added.
"…with strawberry jelly. Is there a reason you need the toast from here? Can't you make it at your mother's house or something?" Luke asked.
"Your toast is better. Plus mother is not speaking to me since I ran away from home." Kirk answered.
"Well that makes perfect sense." Luke said sarcastically.
"Yes. Now can I have my toast?" Kirk asked. Luke looked at the toaster as the toast popped up.
"Hold on Kirk." Luke said as he spread some strawberry jelly onto the toast. He then handed the toast over to Kirk.
"Thanks. How much?" Kirk asked.
"It's on me as long as you get out of here in the next five seconds." Luke said. Kirk quickly grabbed the food and ran from the diner as soon as he could.
"What's up with him?" lane asked.
"He wants to propose to lulu." Luke said.
"Toast with strawberry jelly?" lane asked.
"Yep." Luke answered as he went to grab the food that Caesar had just finished making.
"Here." Luke said nonchalantly as he placed he blueberry pancakes in front of the man who had ordered them. Luke then went and got him his coffee, and just when he was about to leave the man alone, he stopped him.
"What was up with that skinny man that was just in here?" the man asked.
"Nothing. That was him being normal." Luke said. "Is there something else you need?" Luke asked as the man stared in front of him.
"Ah, yeah. Why is that woman over there staring and smiling at me?" the man asked nervously.
"Oh, that's Miss Patty. That's what she does." Luke smiled at the fact that he wasn't the target of her wandering eyes today.
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Knock knock…I would really appreciate reviews because this story is almost over (two more chapters!) and it will be my last. I will not be able to access the internet tomorrow or the following day, so when I come back, I would love to find my email full of those pretty little critters that brighten up a writer's day. The faster the reviews come in, the faster I get the last two chapters up. I might even get them both up by the beginning of next week. Yay?
No quote this week, but you can make one up, right? But I do have a little random fact for you…my brother will not eat toast if it has grape jelly on it, but he will if it has strawberry jelly on it. I told you it was random.
Oh, and Where Does the Good Go? Can someone elaborate on that for me?