Okay, so sorry I couldn't get this out sooner-computer problems! Stupid thing wouldn't let me type. But anyways, you all deserve this, otherwise your mental health may suffer and you'd need to go into therapy and that would-

Okay, shutting up.

Here we go!

"Where are we going?"

"You'll find out when we get there."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"How 'bout now?"

"No."

"How 'bout...now!"

"No."

"How about now?"

"No."

"How about..."

"No."

The two, uh love-birdies, were in Luke's truck, driving along the highway. They had been there for a while. As usual, Lorelai was teasing and instigating Luke, much to his annoyance.

"Are we leaving the state or something?"

"No."

"Well it sure seems like it..."

"We aren't."

"How 'bout the country?"

"No." he said really annoyed now.

"O Canada!..." she sang.

"Okay, now you can be quiet."

"Fine...that's all I know anyways."

They sat in silence for about 20 minutes, which was a lot harder for Lorelai than imaginable. They kept going until Luke pulled off the highway into what appeared to be a wood.

"What...Where..." was all Lorelai could get out.

"Don't ask questions until we get there."

"Meanie."

"You'll like it, trust me."

Another secret smile between them, and silence.

"You can start asking me now." He said mischievously about 10 minutes later.

"Luke-Are we there..."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"I said 'yes' didn't I?"

They got out of the car, and Lorelai was amazed at what she saw.

Like a little kid on Christmas morning, she couldn't believe where she was.

In the middle of a wooded area, was a small intimate pond, glistening in the moonlight; on the shore were 2 blankets on the ground, a cooler, and a small stereo. There was no light needed because the moon was so bright.

Tears almost came to her eyes.

"Whaaa...? Why? You...you?" she stuttered, pointing to him at the last part.

He nodded a little red.

"My grumpy, sulky, to-hell-with-everybody-in-the-world, this-town-is-crazy-and-everybody-here-belongs-in-a-mental-institution-with-nice-padded-walls, always-wears-flannel-shirt, never-the-romantic, and-would-rather-be-lonely-than-make-the-effort-to-do..." She gestured to over where the blankets were "This. For anyone...God, I must be pretty special." She noticed he was just smiling, listening to her. "What."

"Well, the reason why I ever knew this place is because this is where I go fishing."

"You're kidding!" They started to saunter over to where the blankets where. "I am at Luke Danes' ever-famous fishing hole. Huh. I feel so cool."

"And now we sit." They sat down on the blankets a little uncomfortable, knowing that the feeling would pass, just like it always did.

They ate food, from the cooler, talked, laughed, teased, mocked, and were now lying side by side on the ground, watching the stars. Once again, Lorelai's idea. They had the radio on, but before, Lorelai insisted on listening to the 80's station, which got really annoyed Luke. She wouldn't stop obnoxiously singing songs that came on.

"We are young, heartache to heartache we stand. No promises, no demands!
Love is a battlefield. We are strong; no one can tell us we're wrong. Searchin' our hearts for so long, both of us knowing. Love is a battlefield"

"Will you stop that?"

"Hello, this is Pat Benatar! Whenever you hear her you must, I repeat you must, sing as loud as possible. It is a law my friend... Hey look at that one!" She said pointing to really bright star.

"Just friend?"

"Okay, uhh, either friend with benefits, which sounds very dirty if you ask me, or more- than-just-friends. Classic, yet effective. Take your pick, George." She noticed that he was chuckling to himself.

"Okay, screw that. We are going with the more-than-just-friends-one."

They spent a while lying on the ground, until 'Eternal Flame by the Bangles came on, and Lorelai dragged Luke onto the dock where they slow-danced.

(A/N: Yeah, I know, but I have no time to type, cuz I have school 2 morro and homework, and this is long enough already, so use your imaginations people!)

After, they packed up, and left.

Okay, yeah. So it's better than nothing right? And I am no Amy Sherman-Palladino-creative-genius-type.

Well, I know exactly what's going to happen in the next chapter. I knwo hwere it's going. It may end then, or not. We will just have to wait and see.

And I want to take this time to thank anyone that has ever read this story.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! You guys can put up with me, you deserve a medal. That is, if I had one. Or like... 50.

But, uhhhhh, yeah, I guess that's it.

Don't forget about the pretty purple button!

LIVE, LOVE, and Review!