If One of Us Had Been a Frog
Chapter Seven: Something
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Summary: She needs to get out of the house. So she sits on Big Red & watches The Way We Were, when someone sits beside her.
A/N: Incase you haven't noticed, I'm not doing this in order. Where's the fun in that anyway?
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She stepped inside her house, and shut the door behind her, without looking back. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't look outside. If she saw him in her front yard, she knew she would start crying. If she looked outside her window, and he wasn't there, she knew she would cry then, too.
She dropped her things by the door, and sat on the couch. She sighed. Her house smelled like Luke. He had broken into her house, and now it smelled like him. That beautiful mixture of French fries, his two-in-one shampoo, and cotton.
She walked around, and saw the remains of Luke's break in. She wasn't surprised. She knew he would come. That's why she called. He always saved her, but she was glad that even though they weren't together, he'd still be her knight in shining armor sometimes. She was glad that even with everything that was happening, he still came. Maybe he still missed her. Maybe he still cared.
She sank back into the couch, and looked around. Why did he have to be so damn amazing? Why did she have to be so stupid? Why did he have to smell so good?
He was supposed to the one.
He was the one.
But she screwed up. What else was new?
She sighed. Her house smelled like him, and she didn't have an Lysol. She could go upstairs and spray the house in Sleeping Beauty perfume, but that Disney stuff usually smelled like crap, and it would probably only make her more sick.
She had to get out of there. She couldn't sit here anymore.
With that, she ran out the door, and walked around aimlessly. But then, she saw the ribbons again, and she couldn't stand it. Stupid Taylor, stupid town. She found herself outside the Black, White & Read, so she went inside. Anything to get away from those goddamn ribbons.
"Hey Kirk."
"Hi Lorelai." He said, giving her that sympathetic look that she was afraid of.
"Whose in there?" She asked, hoping that it would be pretty empty. She wasn't ready to deal with the town yet.
"Bill & Julie Hutton… Little Sammy Moore & his sister… It's a slow night." Kirk said.
"Thank God." Lorelai said. "What's playing?"
"The Way We Were." He replied, and her heart sank.
Of course. What did she do to make life hate her so much? She must have been Hitler in another life or something, because the universe was definitely out to get her.
She sighed, and handed Kirk the money. It was better than staying at home, where the smell of Luke was taunting her. And it was definitely better than walking around town, drowning in sympathetic looks and pink and blue ribbon.
She went in, and sat down on Big Red. She looked down at the couch, and bit her lip. Her and Luke had many memories on that couch. Of course there was the infamous Bop-It night with Rory and Dean, but they had some others, too. There was the time she dragged Luke to see Mr. Blanding's Builds His Dream House, and they had the entire theater to themselves. There was the time Kirk fell asleep during a midnight showing of Young Frankenstein and they had some fun with a magic marker. Who knew Kirk was such a light sleeper?
The movie started, and she already wanted to start crying.
She thought about the message she left on his machine, how he broke into her house, how she handed him the tape and called him her ex boyfriend.
Luke was her ex-boyfriend. God, that sounded horrible. That was the last thing she ever wanted. He was supposed to be the one. If he wasn't the one, then who was? She couldn't think of anyone better than Luke. She couldn't think of anyone she'd love more than Luke.
"Nobody will ever love you like I do."
She loved him so much. She loved him like it was breathing. She just… did. She just really did.
She should have told him. She knew that. She should have said something, done something. She should have let her actions speak. But she thought she had. She let him sleep over, she cried on his shoulder, she let him in, she invited him to her parent's wedding, she told him things… just not the most important thing.
She screwed up. She always did.
She just never wanted to screw up with Luke.
"I'll change."
"No don't change, you're your own girl, you have your own style"
"But then I won't have you, why can't I have you?"
She hated to think about tomorrow, about next week, next month. She hated to think about mornings where she wouldn't wake up in Luke's flannel shirt. She hated to think about the nights where she could go to bed at whatever time she wanted. She hated to think about the boring afternoons where she couldn't stop in and talk to him.
She needed him. She really did. She hated it, to need someone so badly, but it was truth. She just needed him.
That's when she felt someone sit down beside her. She turned and saw Luke sitting there, staring at the screen.
"Luke?" She asked, and he turned to look at her.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi." She replied, studying his face, to see what he was doing.
"Luke…" She began. She wanted to say something. She needed to say something. Even if was too late.
"Shh… this is the best part, Katie still loves Hubbell."
Short, I know. But yeah, I just realized that I haven't updated this in a very long time, which is sort of funny, since I actually have all the chapters written. I just keep forgetting. I'll try to get better.
I also updated Kiss with Open Eyes & Connect the Dots, so check those out.
Suggestions for which I should post next are wanted, as always!
And please review. Thanks!