Chapter 5: Are you really my George?
Previously:
"Come with me, George." She whispered. With that she took his hand and led him around back. And no one even noticed.
With each step that she pulled him behind the counter, around the back, up the stairs to his apartment, a different memory popped into her head. In movies, this would be the part where the girl flashbacks to all the times to where her "man" and she had "moments." This is also the part in the movie where you'd be throwing some plastic object and the TV screaming "JUST KISS HIM ALREADY!"Flash Backs and Lorelai's thoughts
EMILY: I'm talking about Luke.
LORELAI: Luke? Mom!
EMILY: Well, it's obvious, Lorelai.
LORELAI: No, it's not, Mom.
EMILY: You're with him constantly.
LORELAI: He feeds me.
EMILY: You bring up his name constantly.
LORELAI: Once again, he feeds me.
EMILY: The moment he calls, you run to his side.
LORELAI: He's my friend, he needed me, I had to be there.
EMILY: Yes, I know you did. … A match made in heaven.
LORELAI: Luke? Stella got out and I don't know -- do I put seed on the floor? Do I make cheeping sounds? Or do I pull a Lucy Ricardo and walk like a chicken so she thinks I'm her mother?
LUKE: Who the hell is this?
LORELAI: What do you mean who is this? It's Lorelai. Who else would call you looking for her baby chick?
LUKE: You're right. I'm the idiot. Go on.
LORELAI: Could you come over here, please, and help me?
LUKE: Uh, yeah, OK. I'll be right over. ……. You really do have a chick loose in here.
LATER…
SOOKIE: My point is that you called Luke. Out of all the people in town that you could have called that would have come over and dropped what they were doing, you called Luke.
LORELAI: He never flirts with any of the women, do you notice that?
RORY: He's flirted with you numerous times.
EMILY: He seems to like you.
LORELAI: And you're judging this by what?
EMILY: By the way he looked at you.
LORELAI: Which is how?
EMILY: Like you were about to give him a lap dance.
LORELAI: Because I don't want you to move.
LUKE: Why? Why don't you want me to move?
LORELAI: Do you want a fry?
LUKE: You want a carrot?
LORELAI: Impossible.
LUKE: Who did you want to get your basket?
LATER...
LORELAI: I don't know, it's a nice concept.
LUKE: What is?
LORELAI: Just having someone who you love or have some kind of crazy crush on bid on your basket and then share a romantic lunch, it's a nice concept.
LUKE: Well, I'm sure someday you'll manage to find the right guy and drag him out to this thing and make him by your stupid basket and then you'll be sitting out here with him.
LORELAI: Yeah, someday.
LUKE: You know what?
LORELAI: What?
LUKE: This is nice.
LORELAI: What is that?
LUKE: Oh, it's a chuppah.
LORELAI: A what?
LUKE: A chuppah. You stand under it, you and Max. It's for your wedding.
LORELAI: Did you make that?
LUKE: Yeah, I had some time, so…here, give me a hand, huh?
LORELAI: Luke, it's beautiful.
She pulled him all the way up the stairs, completely silent. Little did she know that the whole time she was in her own little world he was blabbering about "what the hell she was doing" "how he doesn't have time for this" "he has a diner to run during the post-breakfast rush" ect.
When they reached the door she pushed it open, pushed him inside, still silent.
"Lorelai, what are you doing? I have a diner to run, I have food that needs to be flipped and baked and fried, I don't have the time to-"
"Luke!" She finally spoke. "Shut up."
He froze. Was she mad at him?
She sighed. This was going to be MUCH harder than she thought…
"George…?" she said slowly and quietly.
"Yeah…"
"Are you really my George Clooney?" Her voice was nearly inaudible.
"Well…last night...that's my new nickname from you...why are you asking me this?"
"No, but. Are you…George Clooney?" she whispered. She really hoped that she heard what she wanted to hear; otherwise, this will completely backfire on her.
"I am if you want me to be." What was amazing was that when he said this there was full eye contact, and his voice was so deep and serious it almost literally knocked Lorelai off her feet.
"Oh my God... I knew it, and I can't believe it... How could I have been so oblivious and stupid? How?And I just shrugged it off...and you've been...waiting...for..me..." She paused alot. He found a new fasination in his shoes. Both their faces were red, and they were both nervous as...something that gets really nervous.
"How long?" she asked.
"How long have we known each other?"
She knew the real answer: forever. This was going to be alot harder for him than HE thought.
They both knew that they were not going to leave this room with nothing changed.
"Why...why didn't you say something? I got engaged, and...the chuppah. And, I am speechless. Why didn't you say something?" she reapeated that last part for a full effect.
"I...couldn't. You were always taken. Why didn't you..."
"I 'm a crazy person. Remember?" she smiled.
Okay, so i lied about the 'one more chapter' thing, but i have a chronic disease where if a chapter gets to a certain point i HAVE to stop it. (And plus 20 bucks on what happens soon.) ;-) Don't mind me, my computer is an awkward winker. But i promise that this uhh, special point, will be uhh, "special" and alot different than all the others. I just need to think of it... well, i have an IDEA. But, not the point.i figured i'd give you this much so you all don't hunt me down and kill me in my sleep. Oh god, that would be scary! Well, yeah that's about it.
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