Written in the Stars
By Gilmoregirl1979 (the reigning Quote Queen)
Rating: PG-13
Hi this is your friendly disclaimer: I REJECT ASP's REALITY AND SUBSTITUE MY OWN! Once again, I don't own (DAMN IT! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!), No Harm No Sue. (JUST GIVE ME A JOB and we will call it even!)
R/R: yes please I love reviews; I wanna marry them (as previously stated, I have strange passions.)
Summary/ The Q: What if LL hooked up when they first met? What if things had moved … a touch more quickly…?
LUVZ: I miss you!
FEATURED BETA: Localizy, thank you for putting up with my compulsive persnickety changes…for this crazy PUB. She's the DAVID BLAINE of BETAING…and she's all MINE… MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Localizy, What Can I Say…
No seriously go read localizy's fic what can I say…. read this first… then go to her's!
A/N: in avoidance of the FINALE, we decided to treat you all with this MONSTER UPDATE!
you will be so overwhelmed you will forget all about the CRAP FOR CRAP! Courtesy of the Resistance! As Izy says, "for those that may not want to watch the drama of hell unfold; here are some distractions"
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Chapter 32
I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me
In an attempt to help the paint dry and get rid of the fumes, Luke turned on the kitchen's exhaust fan and then locked up the diner to go back to Lorelai's.
"Wow, we are dirty!" Rory commented, taking in the four of them with paint splattered on their jeans, shirts and skin; she was thankful she took her mother's suggestion of wearing old clothes she didn't really care about. Especially since Lorelai had tried to be cute and start a "paint fight", which Luke admonished, till Lorelai landed a brush stroke on his ball cap, then he let her have it. Both Lane and Rory eagerly called boys against girls, but she got her mother a few times on Luke's behalf. A truce was called and they quickly cleaned up and finished the remaining work.
"I'd better get home for a head to toe Kim scrub down, see you guys later," and Lane crossed the square to head home and Luke, Rory, and Lorelai waved goodbye. She walked proudly home, as if the splatter paint was declaration of her independence; however she knew she would be eating tofu for dinner that night.
Luke had to chuckle again at the double life Lane felt she had to lead at such a young age, but he had to admit, Lorelai was right in that fact that Mrs. Kim could be a little extreme and restrictive, but was just trying to do her best to raise Lane. He looked down at his hand, a hand now clasped with Lorelai's as they walked down the street together, and Rory walked a little in front of them.
"I think all the names they give the paint colors are funny…" Rory said, recalling the swatches they flipped through, trying to find similar colors to what was originally in the diner, just a bit brighter and richer. "I mean some of them are normal like midnight blue… or moss green… but they get weird with like toasted mango… I mean really… I'm a chef, how do you toast a mango? Why would you toast a mango?"
They came to a street corner, and Rory reached for the closest adult hand to hers, which was Luke's, she looked left, then right, then left again and the three crossed to head to Doose's market, after which they would head home.
Now that Luke had a Gilmore girl in each hand, and the painting hadn't been so bad, save for the paint flinging, he decided he could get used to this as part of his everyday routine, just being with his girls. "So what do you want to make for dinner?" he asked Rory.
"I think I'm feeling beef tonight."
"Better watch out, Rory, or Rafael will have you working as a line cook in no time," Lorelai teased.
"I think the child labor laws would frown upon that," Luke added. Luke opened the door for the girls, and was about to enter the market himself, when Luke stopped, and looked around at the square.
Lorelai was concerned, "What is it?""Nothing…I just… I don't know…" He shook it off and went inside with the girls, thinking he was imagining the feeling that he was being watched… even though he was.
For a moment, Chris thought Luke had seen him, but the trio went in the store together soon enough. Chris wasn't stalking them or following them. He was just …observing them, wanting to see how close they really were. Rory didn't mention how long Luke and Lorelai had been dating. From what the voluptuous gossip had told Chris, this had been going on for a while. Chris saw how comfortable Rory was with this man, holding his hand to cross the street. Rory had said Luke taught her how to cook, and Chris knew the only kitchen appliance Lorelai knew how to use was a coffee maker, so it was apparent this Luke spent a lot of time with the girls.
Given their blue blood background, Chris and Lorelai never had to cook for themselves. That was considered beneath them, that is what "help" was for. They went to cotillion, walked with books on their heads, learned the proper way to set a cloth napkin in their lap, and to ballroom dance. Both Chris and Lorelai felt the lessons were ridiculous, for a culture of appearance and ceremony that was dying out.
Instead of acting with propriety, they would sneak out and sneak booze, and, well, consummated their kindred relationship as teenagers naturally did. Chris laughed at the memories. Thinking of how Chris and Lorelai got what they wanted, they escaped that world… made their own lives away from their parents dreams and laid out plans, only as teenagers they assumed those lives would be intertwined forever. Chris focused on "the family" again as they came out of the market. It pained Chris to see how well Rory really got along with this Luke character, treating him like the father he had never been.
Chris had to admit, she was adorable. Rory looked just like Lorelai at that age. She would walk and talk continuously and Luke and Lorelai would share their input for whatever subject Rory was going on about, and Rory would smile and laugh at their comments in return. "The family" stopped at the video store, then took their movie choices home, Chris still following on foot. As they approached the blue house at the end of the block, neighbors would comment on the trio's messy appearance, congratulate Luke for caving and repainting the diner, and let the family head on their way.
"What the heck happened to you three?" a scratchy voiced blonde called from her porch.
"We were painting!" Rory called back, "You'll have to see the new and improved diner!"
"Can't wait, Suga'! Have a good night!" and the blonde returned indoors.
"Night Babette," Lorelai waved.
Fortunately, there was a wooden area near Lorelai's house, the blue house, and Chris concealed himself so he wouldn't raise the concerns of the neighbors. He saw Luke and Lorelai settled on the porch bench, content to talk and kiss, and the knots of seeing Lorelai with another guy tightened in Chris' stomach. He hadn't felt that way since high school, when Lorelai and Chris had broken up over something stupid, as usual, and Lorelai took Wesley Marks the Third to the homecoming dance instead of him. It didn't matter; obviously they had gotten back together, because Rory was born a year later. Lorelai had gone out with Wesley simply to make Chris jealous and it had worked.
However, this time everything was different. This wasn't just after they had a fight, Chris and Lorelai weren't even together, hadn't been for a decade. This time she wasn't trying to make Chris jealous, hoping Chris would see another man's hand on her waist. Lorelai didn't even know Chris was in town. This was for real, this was grown up, this was mature; Chris could see it in how easy and carefree Lorelai and her Luke were together. They were comfortable, relaxed, and in love with each other.
After twenty minutes of watching Lorelai and Luke kiss and whisper on the front porch, Rory came outside, clean and free of paint. The young girl seemed to order Luke and Lorelai inside to do the same, and the pair went inside smiling and holding hands. Rory checked the bench for any stray, wet paint and she sat on the porch bench with a book. She was so focused, concentrating so hard, as if she would have been transported into the book if she just put her mind to it.
Chris wondered what she was reading and tried to recall all the book titles she had mentioned during their phone conversation. He enjoyed seeing Rory, just watching her absolutely absorbed in her fantasy world that he had forgotten about her mother and the boyfriend. Suddenly Lorelai came out with clean clothes, her hair still dripping wet, to tell Rory it was almost time for dinner. Then, Luke came out heading to the sidewalk, his hair also in slick, wet ringlets peaking out from a different, clean ball cap; Chris found that it was a remarkable coincidence that both had showered so quickly and easily deduced what they had done inside… together. Luke's departure seemed to unsettle Rory.
Chris could hear her clearly from his veiled location, "Where are you going?" as Rory followed Luke down the porch steps, trying to stop him.
"I forgot about this errand I have to run."
"What errand? It's almost time for dinner. Aren't we cooking together?"
"Rory, I'll be right back."
"But it's getting dark… what if someone jumps you…"
"Rory, it's Stars Hollow. I'll be fine; I just have to drop something off."
"Drop what off?"
"Rory, come on…" Luke smiled.
"Well, you can't go back to the diner… its got paint fumes…what if you pass out? What if you need help?"
"Rory, I'll be back. 10 minutes…I promise."
"Okay…" Rory accepted.
Luke was touched that she was so concerned and wanted to spend so much time with him, "Start up dinner, and whatever you do keep your mom away from the knives."
"Okay," Rory smiled and hugged Luke around his middle before he left, as became her habit when they parted ways now.
"I'll be right back," Luke laughed at why she felt so uneasy about him going down the street by himself.
Lorelai and Luke exchanged a meaningful glance at how concerned Rory was for Luke's safety.
"You're spending the night, right?" Rory asked him before he was too far down the street.
"A little louder, I don't think Miss Patty heard you," Luke teased.
Lorelai came up beside her daughter, and Rory asked, "Mom, where's he going?"
"He said he had to make a payment on a storage unit he has. Why are you so worried?"
"I don't know… I think I have that gut thing Luke keeps talking about…" Rory contemplated as she scratched her stomach.
"A stomach ache?" Lorelai was thinking of all the junk food the girls had acclimated Luke to over the last few months.
"No, that instinct thing, you know… I feel like…something is off or wrong…like…something bad is gonna happen…"
"Is it Kathy Bates again?" Lorelai hoped her daughter would eventually get over the thriller.
"No, this is …different."
"And you want to keep an eye on Luke?"
"Well, I don't want anything to happen to him."
Chris decided to follow Luke for his daughter, to find out where he was going and what he was keeping hidden from Lorelai and Rory.
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Chris followed a safe distance behind Luke, not wanting the new boyfriend to get tipped off to his presence. As he followed, Chris could almost swear he saw spots on the pavement, no doubt droplets from Luke's wet hair, further wringing the knots in Chris' stomach. Luke went passed the diner by and went around the corner. Chris wondered if he was cheating on Lorelai or meeting some unsavory character, if Chris would finally bear witness to the dark side of this picturesque town. Chris wanted to expose Luke's secret, prove him as the villain in this story and that this Luke wasn't the overgrown Boy Scout the town made him out to be.
Luke went up the walk of a house and knocked on the front door and an older woman answered with a teacup in her hand. Has he got a Mrs. Robinson thing going on?
"Why, Lucas!"
Luke didn't know why, but every older women of his acquaintance kept calling him by his full name. "Evening Mrs. Thompson just wanted to show you I didn't forget," Luke handed the woman an envelope.
"Aw, you didn't have to come all the way over here. I know you're a good one, Lucas… it's not like I don't know where you live."
"Yeah, well, thanks… I just didn't want to forget, you know…"
"You haven't missed a payment in 7 years… that's right… it's almost 7 years now isn't it…"
"Umm yeah... yeah it is," and Luke dropped his head, as if he hated to think about what the kindly older woman was alluding to.
"Aw, Lucas… why don't you come in for a cup of tea…I have peppermint just like you like."
"Maybe, another time…I promised Lorelai and Rory I would get right back. Um… have a good night, Mrs. Thompson."
"Oh, Lucas?"
"Yes?"
"Don't you think it's just a shame to keep that unfinished boat cooped up in that garage? I'm sure your father would be proud if you…"
"Not… yet Mrs. Thompson… I'm not …ready…"
"Alright… well, just think of that young girl of yours… I saw you two fishing a few weeks back…"
"Well, she didn't like fishing too much… maybe… in a few years…I'll work on the boat…."
"Well, I'd love to see it… I know how much it meant to your dad…and you know… a boat is a romantic place…"
"I suppose…" Luke was now giving Mrs. Thompson a funny look.
"That might be a good place to… ask that girlfriend of yours a certain question." Mrs. Thompson enticed.
"A certain question?" Luke repeated. Mrs. Thompson didn't have the finesse of Miss Patty.
"Aw, men are so silly… to get married, of course…"
"Uhh, we'll see, that's really up to Lorelai…" Luke smiled, "Good night."
"Good night, Lucas," Mrs. Thompson waved and went back inside for another cup of tea.
Chris saw Luke coming back toward him, so he crossed the street to walk long ways around the square, keeping Luke in his sight.
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When Luke and a concealed Chris returned to the house, Lorelai and Rory were waiting for Luke on the porch.
"Hey, how's dinner?"
"Done!" Rory happily announced, hoping he'd be proud of her new record, "Your timing is perfect!"
Chris grumbled agreement, yeah perfect. If only Chris had sent that postcard a month earlier… a year… maybe things would be different. Maybe it would have been him going inside for a dinner Rory had made. However, Chris knew it was all connected, Rory only knew how to cook since Luke taught her. Chris sighed, realizing it was getting late, and he had to figure out a place to stay the night, unsure if he could deal with his parents for even an hour.
"You guys go in, I'm gonna get the mail," Lorelai made her way down to her mail box, opened the box and began to sort through the mail as she returned to the porch. She was halfway up the walk, then she paused thinking she heard something in the woods, she turned around looked left and right, up and down the street. She felt it too, that uneasy feeling Luke had described in the market. She felt like there was a pair of unwelcome eyes following her down the walk. She was sure Luke's and Rory's gut instinct was just messing with her head. Lorelai shook it off, but hurried inside to be safe with her protector, Luke, again.
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It had been a week since Rory talked to her father, and the world hadn't come to an end. Wednesday night Rory was doing her homework and looked over at the phone in her room… again. She shook away the notion to stare at the phone, convinced her gaze would make it self conscious and then ring, but then she focused back on her paper and pencil. However her eyes kept drifting over, ears perked up, anxious to hear the ringing.
Rory had been waiting for thirty minutes for her father to call as promised. When she first settled in her room she was waiting on her bed, ready to pounce as soon as it rang. Then, she got bored and started on making flash cards for her history test. She only made two in twenty minutes because she kept hoping the phone would ring.
Lorelai poked her head in her daughter's slightly cracked door, "knock, knock."
"Hey," Rory said shyly, trying to look as though she had accomplished so much in the last twenty minutes.
"Nothing, huh?" Lorelai said disappointed.
"Nope," Rory said in a tone that conveyed "I told you so."
"Well, maybe we have to consider the time difference… I mean… it's like…4:30 his time"
"So then he's gonna wait till I'm in bed on a school night to call! That makes sense! It doesn't matter; he never gave me a time… I just thought… this is when I called him last week… so…"
"Do you want to try calling him?" Lorelai suggested.
"I already did… three times," she confessed. Rory sighed since her heart was so heavy and conflicted, "Where's Luke?"
"At the diner, it's his night to close."
Rory thought about it, she wasn't getting anywhere with her flash cards, "I wanna see him… can we go there … for dinner…"
"He'll be here tonight… don't you want to wait for your dad's call…"
Rory looked miserably at the phone again and decided, "No."
"Rory…" it broke Lorelai's heart to see there was no hope in her daughter's eyes.
"He can leave a message on the machine like any other missed call…. I'm just … gonna go to the ladies' room…then we can go to Luke's," and Rory left her mother alone in the bedroom.
Lorelai's heart felt heavy for her daughter. She knew unrequited love for a father all too well. Lorelai picked up the phone and dialed the offensive California number.
"Hey, this is Chris; leave it at the beep…"
"Hey Chris… its Lorelai, I'm just calling to tell you that I think you STINK! Okay, you have a daughter… a daughter who mustered all this courage to call you again…as you requested, since you said you wanted it! You're the one how finally reached out! You gave her this number and told her to call anytime! And what happened… you let her down… again! I don't suppose we can expect a birthday present to come from you this year either…. Or any year after… Look, even though you went to the other side of the country, I've never kept her from you… I never said you couldn't call or visit… we've moved twice in 10 years, once to the Inn, and once to our current house … in the same town… you, however, move monthly, it seems. I don't know what, after all this time, motivated you to drop us that postcard…but Rory had gotten her hopes up… do you even know what Luke and I had to go through to convince her to make that call last week…we went to bat for you… and you let us all down again… well, no more… don't bother calling, don't bother writing… if you want to see her just freaking show up!"
Lorelai hung up, and collected herself again, and she heard the bathroom door open.
"Ready?" Rory said from behind Lorelai.
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Luke recognized the glum faces that walked through his diner door. "Hey?" Luke was confused by the girls' presence, Rory's dad was supposed to call tonight, which is why he had arranged to work that night, he didn't want to distract Rory from her real father since Luke had only been a stand-in the last few months.
"Well, we were hungry… you have food… I wanted to see you…" Rory said giving Luke a hug as soon as she walked in, then she perched herself on the stool.
Luke greeted Lorelai with a kiss as she sat down at the counter, "We just couldn't stay away from you," Lorelai teased, covering for her daughter's disappointment.
"Umm okay, so what'll it be?"
Rory considered, "I'm in the mood for… chicken…"
Lorelai raised her eyebrow, interpreting Rory's order as a dig at her absent father.
"Sure" Luke said wanting to do whatever he could to perk up her mood, "Well, how about that coconut one you liked…"
"The oven baked coconut breaded chicken?" Rory recited verbatim from the cookbook she found at the library, referring to the recipe Luke had committed to memory since both Rory and Lorelai liked it so much.
"Well, the oven might take a little longer… how 'bout I fry it?"
Luke always knew what she needed to feel better, like a Real Father, and Rory smiled again, "Thank you" for being like a dad to me.
"Umm, Lorelai could I talk to you for a second."
Real subtle, Rory pretended to look at the menu. She knew her mother would want to tell Luke what happened….Hmmm dessert?
Lorelai and Luke whispered just behind the curtain that separated the dining room from the staircase leading to Luke's apartment.
"What happened?"
Lorelai confessed, "He didn't call… so she tried calling him and well… nothing… but an answering machine…"
"Well, we could call again… she can go upstairs if she wants…"
"No… she tried three times… all we can do is wait…and see if he remembers or calls again, but for now she wanted a friendly face like you…'cause she knows you will always be there…"
"Always," Luke promised.
"Yeah, always," Lorelai smiled.
"Well, um, I've got get the coconut flakes…"
"Okay… I'll have the same… side of cheese fries for both of us?"
The couple kissed, Luke went to the storage room, and Lorelai went back to the counter with Rory.
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Chris had been staying at a motel on the highway for the past few days, a safe distance from his parents and less expensive than the Inn Lorelai worked at. He had been following the family's routine for nearly a week.
Chris had seen how diligent Rory was with her studies. Even when Lorelai and Luke left her alone to on a date, Chris was conflicted. He wanted to stay and watch over his daughter, since Lorelai felt it was okay to leave an 11 year old by her self. Chris strained to remember what age he was finally left alone… if at all, there were always servants bustling around the place.
On this night, Chris could only figure that Rory needed a break from studying. He could only imagine how Rory was frustrated from how hard she pushed herself through school and wanted the comfort and love her mother and step father during her break. That is, her mom's boyfriend. It certainly seemed like they were married, they would argue and banter, but always with a smile. Luke stayed over night every night it seemed. Chris wondered if he even had another home or apartment away from the girls. Luke seemed to have worn a trail in the town between the Gilmore home and the diner, seldom diverting from his routine, unless Lorelai was tugging on his arm. Chris began to wonder if they were so serious that they simply took to living together.
Chris followed Rory and Lorelai to the diner where they were having dinner with Luke…again. He began to question his sanity, following the three of them around, like a stalker. Chris did like seeing Rory with her friends and Lorelai looked like she was well taken care of by Luke and her job.
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The following day was quiet at the diner. Chris knew Lorelai was at work and Rory was in school so he thought he'd take a chance and face the man that had entrenched himself in the Gilmore girls' lives.
Luke was going over the lunch rush's receipts when the diner's door chimes jingled. He looked up as he normally would, and found a guy in his leather jacket with a motorcycle helmet in hand had entered his place. "Hey, how's it going?" the stranger greeted with a nod, his attention fixed on Luke.
"Hey," Luke nodded, "Have a seat, be with you in a minute," and he went back to his numbers. Luke didn't think much of it; Luke had seen people pass through town all the time.
There wasn't many people in there, a small family by the front window, and two women at a small table by the counter. Chris sat at the counter, hoping for some face time with the new boyfriend, for some reason Chris had to get to know him. After all, if Lorelai liked him, maybe he was similar to Chris himself. He was going to pull the "just passing through" routine like he did with the voluptuous woman hitting on him before. "So, umm, menu?"
Luke slid one over to the stranger, and went back to his receipts.
Chris perused the menu, seeing why Lorelai would love dating a diner owner.
"You know what you want?" Luke asked Chris.
"Umm, yeah, burger."
"How do you want that done?"
"Medium" Chris nodded.
"Any embellishments?" Luke seemed to catch himself, Rory's vocabulary had worked its way into his, and he shook his head, "… I mean, anything on that?"
"Umm yeah, lettuce, tomato, ketchup…"
"What kind of cheese?"
"Well, umm, Swiss... If you got it."
"Fries?"
"Naturally," Chris nodded.
"Anything to Drink?"
"A soda, thanks"
Luke took a step toward the kitchen to prepare the order, but stopped, and turned back to the stranger. "I'm sorry, I have to get this off my chest. But do you wanna break your neck?"
"I'm sorry?" at first Chris thought Luke had figured out who he really was.
"The motorcycle!" Luke barked, "I mean, do chicks really go for that wind in you hair, bugs in your teeth look…"
"I wear a helmet," Chris defended himself.
Luke continued without hearing him, "…but for all the noise they make, the pollution, the wasted fuel to transport one person, not to mention if you need to transport something other than yourself. I mean, how do you go to the store with that thing? Where do you put your groceries … and the accidents you could cause as you try to weave in and out of cars at 60 miles per hour," Luke had gestured wildly as he spoke, and then came to a huffing pause.
Chris just started at him for a moment.
"I'm sorry, force of habit. It's just you're such a young kid…"
"I'm 27…"
"Really? 'Cause man you look younger…"
"Thank you…" wondering how much older Luke was than Lorelai, if that was part of his fatherly appeal, "I'm sure my mother will be happy to hear that…" thinking of the impending plastic surgery Francine already had scheduled.
"Sorry again…I'll just make your burger…. Caesar… refills," and his server seemed to hop to the order, and went around the diner to refill coffees.
Chris tried to figure out his strategy, maybe, try and talk with Luke guy to guy, see if he could set any verbal traps and get information that would be useful later on.
Luke came back with the burger, and set it in front of the stranger, and started to clean the old coffee grounds of the coffee machine from the last pot.
"You sounded like my dad," Chris figured that was a logical segue to the subject he wanted to tap.
"Sorry?" Luke leaned his ear toward the stranger.
"The lecture… it sounded like my dad…"
"Huh, well, umm sorry… some times I just sorta… go off… and I don't know when to shut up," Luke said in a friendly tone.
"Well, you must have been on the debate team… cuz you're very convincing…I may have to take the bus home."
"Well, I was more of the track team sort in high school."
Athletic…Great…"Do you have kids?"
"Yes…" he said quickly, then Luke shook his head and corrected, "I mean, no."
"Well, which is it?" Chris asked with a smirk.
Luke hesitantly explained, not really liking to share his personal business with strangers, "My girlfriend has a daughter… and sometimes… well, it's like… you know…"
"Ah," Chris said knowingly having observed them for the last week. "Is that hard? I mean dating a woman with a kid?"
"Well, sometimes. I mean, at first she didn't even tell me she had a daughter. I think she was afraid I wouldn't take it so well… but after introductions were made and after a while, we found stuff to talk about… me and her daughter…we well, we bonded, I guess and well she's great."
"What's her name?"
"Rory," Luke said proudly, as if she was his own.
"And you think…of her as your daughter?" Chris tried to hide the bitterness.
"Well, her dad isn't around and well, it seems okay with both of them… you know if I step up, they appreciate it."
"Huh, lucky."
"Yeah," it was clear Luke was also appreciative that there were no complications to the relationships from the father.
As Chris was finishing the pie he had ordered for dessert, Luke seemed to perk up as he rounded the counter, Chris looked over his shoulder to see what brought the smile to his face, and Chris froze, as he saw it was Lorelai heading toward the diner. Chris turned back to face the counter again, hoping that he could somehow hide out in the open, he considered ducking into the bathroom, but it was too late. The door's bells jingled to announce Lorelai had entered the diner.
Chris hunched forward to disguise himself, focusing his eyes on his plate, but his ears were focused on the conversation behind him.
"Hey," Luke said, and there was the sound of the meeting lips, "What are you doing here?"
Lorelai's voice rang out, "Well, I just remembered, I think I left something in your apartment the other night…after our date…" as she made her way to the curtain that lead to a staircase, Chris assumed.
"Hey, how was Rory this morning? I left before she was up."
"She was fine… still a little disappointed…but… that's what you get with Christopher," Lorelai sighed and Chris looked directly at them, still unnoticed by the pair all lit up in love.
Luke grumbled, "I swear Lorelai if I ever meet this guy ….I just wanna…" Luke searched for the word, "…punch him for all he put that girl through."
"Hey, she's gonna be okay, after all… she has you," Lorelai smiled kindly, stroking his cheek.
"Yeah… Hey," Luke stopped her from heading up the stairs, "What'd you leave upstairs?" Luke asked.
"You really want me to announce that to the diner? Okay, I left my…"
Luke's hand was over her mouth in an instant, as he cast a wary glance to the family by the window. "Just go," apparently recalling the mystery item, Luke shooed her upstairs. Lorelai didn't give Chris a second look; granted she wasn't looking or expecting to see him the diner either, but she had love blinders on and all she could see was Luke.
Chris noticed that a fresh pot of coffee had just finished brewing, and he wondered if Luke had developed a sixth sense of when to expect Lorelai. "That your girlfriend?" Chris made small talk again.
"Yeah," Luke replied to be polite, walking behind the counter again.
"She doesn't look old enough to have a kid."
"Well, she is…" Luke was suddenly getting jealous and protective, wondering if this guy was thinking of putting the moves on Lorelai. Luke eyed him as he prepared the take out cup of fresh coffee for Lorelai.
Chris heard the sound of wood creaking, and knew Lorelai was coming back downstairs, and Chris decided quickly he was done. "Umm thanks it was great… uh keep the change?" as he threw money on the counter to make his escape.
"See ya," Luke called to the stranger, and turned his attention to Lorelai. "Find em?"
"Yes, I did, what did you used to pitch baseball? Cause they were way the hell far away… from where we were…"
That was the last thing Chris heard before the door shut behind him. Chris knew the night in question, at least they had relieved their hormones in an apartment and not in a storage room as Chris originally pictured.
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Back inside the diner, Luke had to ask his girlfriend, "How could you forget your … you know?"
"Hello, we had to get back to Rory, and you threw them like to another state!"
"Alright, alright, this is a family establishment, people have to eat in here, enough talk about your… undergarments," he whispered handing her the coffee cup.
"What? Is there a food critic here? Afraid I'm gonna hurt your Zagat rating?" However, Lorelai wasn't done, "Why do they call them panties… I mean its one thing… but its plural and they call it a pair… if anything it should be a pair of bras cause hello there are two…" gesturing between her boobs.
"Please, stop," Luke pleaded.
"Okay, I'll save the dirty talk for tonight," and Lorelai kissed Luke good-bye.
"Bye, crazy lady."
As Lorelai left the diner, she heard a motorcycle and looked up. Then saw the bad ass riding it round the square and burn his way out of town. Hmm a leather jacket? Lorelai raised an eyebrow and knew what she wanted to add to Luke's birthday present.
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Featured Refrain: Ain't Got No Reason (SHOULD BE A LORELAI POV... but she's stupid)
I really shouldn't let you back in
Though I'll just forgive you again
I know it's really stupid
It's the tenth time I've been through it
I know you'll just keep leading me on
Keep leading me on, (I go along)
Ain't Got No Reason
Yeah, you're feeding me lies (I'm letting it slide)
Ain't Got No Reason
I'm really going out of my way
Just to make the same old mistakes
You say that we've connected
But when i least expect it
You need some time to figure things out
Go figure it out (I'm waiting around)
Ain't Got No Reason
Yeah, I don't want to Pout (i'm sticking it out)
Ain't Got No Reason
I know it's really stupid
It's the tenth time I've been through it
I know you'll just keep leading me on
You say that we've connected
But when i least expect it
You need some time to figure things out
Go figure it out (I'm waiting around)
Ain't Got No Reason
Yeah, I don't want to Pout (i'm sticking it out)
Ain't Got No Reason
Keep leading me on, (I go along)
Ain't Got No Reason
Yeah, you're feeding me lies (I'm letting it slide)
Ain't Got No Reason
Ain't Got No Reason
Ain't Got No Reason
A/N: You all know how I like to get on my soap box (because I have the high ground) and rant… well I have another STATEMENT that we must make TOGETHER, A plea really.
On that impending day when the Season 6 DVDs come out… PLEASE I beg you, my crack whores, my minions, my casual readers…if you loved GG ever! DO NOT BUY SEASON SIX OF GILMORE GIRLS
Reasons:
-Why would you want to shell out the dough to relive such an abysmal season, if necessary it will be syndicated in the fall I'm sure, watch it, if you HAVE TO, for free.
-Hit ASP/DP in the Royalties and DO NOT contribute to validating their HALF ASSED VINDICTIVE DRIBBLE
-IF you ABSOLUTELY MUST buy it to complete your collection… PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, if you have any love for me at all… please WAIT until Season 7 comes out (Buy season 7 FIRST then buy 6 a week later) … it won't go anywhere… it will still be there…
I want it to have the lowest preorder/first day sales of all the seasons…
Please be strong and make the STATEMENT with me… join the resistance!
I thank you for your time… my darling crack whores and fans
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"That was all God given talent..." why thank you Luke!
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R/R: PLEASE, I like to better myself. To quote The Princess Bride,
"...Remember this is for posterity ... so be honest."
Please be specific with R/R; name one (or as many as you can think of or want to mention..…) At least one specific thing you liked
Please! It makes me feel good...inside (Dirty!)
Hence the Rant option below.
Insert Rant here V
A/N: if not completely satisfied with this chapter, please return unused portion for a full refund...