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Chapter Five: Leave the Cooking To Luke

"Mom!" Rory yelled, closing the door behind her.

"Mini me?"

"Dr. Evil?" Lorelai smiled, appearing from the kitchen.

"Okay, I get it. No more mini me,"

"Thank you,"

"Why are you home? Last time I checked you were all book-worm Yale girl, shacking up with her cute limo boy,"

"Logan and I are not shacking up,"

"Whatever you say,"

"Do not insinuate,"

"I am not,"

"Mom!"

"Sorry, I am no longer insinuating,"

"It's not like that. We're just friends,"

"Right," Rory sighed, sitting on the couch.

"It can never be like that because we just will never work,"

"I knew it! What happened?"

"Nothing,"

"Don't you 'nothing' me! You came from my own womb little one, you cannot lie to me,"

"Ew, did you have to remind me of my way into this earth?"

"You know that I do at every possible moment,"

"You are sick and twisted,"

"And so I'm told,"

"Nothing happened,"

"Once again with the lying," Rory sighed, standing up.

"Okay, let's go to Luke's and then we can have that long heart to heart that you are so craving,"

"Ha! Something did happen," Rory rolled her eyes, picking up her purse.

"Come my delirious woman, we need to get you some coffee. You're turning into a regular Anne Heche. Next thing I know you'll be talking to God in a language that only you understand,"

"Amba kisfye roolmey," Lorelai droned, looking up at the ceiling.

"Wow, you are hilarious. Come on Mommy, your straight jacket is waiting,"

"As long as I get an IV of constant coffee in me I think that I can handle," Rory smiled, following her mom out of the house.

"Now Luke, how do you make your coffee?"

"With coffee grinds and a machine," Luke answered impatiently, Kirk scribbling away in his small notebook. When one saw him they couldn't help but be reminded of Steve from Blues Clues, Kirk even had the fat crayon with he used so diligently.

"How much coffee grounds?"

"I don't know! A scoop?"

"Heaping? Exact? A bit under?"

"I don't know,"

"How much water?"

"Kirk," Luke growled, full blown irritated from Kirk's badgering.

"I need the measurements precise. In order to replicate this coffee I need the correct measurements!"

"You are not reproducing my coffee,"

"If I get the directions I can,"

"Unless you have me personally perking it the coffee will not be the same,"

"Do you do something special? Do you spit in it? I hear that some people do that to give it a special flavor,"

"No Kirk, I do not spit in my coffee,"

"Do you-"

"Any more questions and I'm going to accidentally pour this steaming hot coffee on you,"

"Technically an accident is not premeditated and I am pretty sure the coffee would burn. My skin is hypersensitive to heat, and extreme colds,"

"Kirk-"

"Luke, coffee!" Lorelai exclaimed, plopping down next to Kirk.

"Luke, just tell me how much water!" Kirk pleaded.

"No,"

"What's going on?" Lorelai inquired.

"I want to know how Luke makes his coffee,"

"Don't we all. Hey, while you're at it asks him how he make his blueberry muffins. The blueberries are dispersed so well, I'm just in awe every time I eat one,"

"That's a good idea,"

"Lorelai, don't egg him on,"

"Just for that I'm adding your burgers on the recipe list. Do you charbroil them or just plain grill? I'm quite intrigued,"

"Drink your damn coffee," Lorelai smiled.

"So, Rory, are you going to tell Mommy what happened?"

"Not enough coffee in my system,"

"How many cups will it take?"

"More than this,"

"Like a vat, or a few more cups? I can arrange the cups, the vat might be a little harder though. I may be able to get Stanley to fill his new pool up with coffee, though after the Dance Marathon thing with Stanely and don't think that his wife will be eager to take that up,"

"Must I classify it?"

"Must we eat?"

"I called Jess," Lorelai nodded, taking a sip of coffee.

"Hm, that's a new one. Now, is that more near the size of a vat or a coffee cup?"

"Ha ha, very funny," Rory replied dryly, "I called Jess last night,"

"Why?"

"I needed to talk to someone,"

"Did you forget my number or something? Temporary amnesia is quite rare but it could have caused your sudden lapse in judgement. What were you thinking?"

"I wanted to talk to him,"

"Rory,"

"He said he loved me,"

"Things are better off this way, you two apart.

"I don't know, sometimes I feel like I've made a mistake,"

"Rory, hun, you just need to listen to your heart,"

"Way to sound like a cliched love song,"

"It's the truth,"

"What if my heart is bipolar?"

"Well, that would be a bit if a problem,"

"I kissed Logan,"

"So you are shacking up with Limo Boy!"

"Mom!"

"Sorry, go on,"

"I was talking to him about Jess, venting. He was so supportive, he just listened to me, my boy troubles. I had almost started crying and then it just happened,"

"Who kissed who?"

"I kissed him, but he kissed me back," Lorelai nodded, absorbing all of the information.

"Was it a good kiss?"
"It was wrong,"

"But was it good," Rory paused and smiled, running her fingers against the smooth surface of the coffee cup.

"I get chills just thinking about it,"

"That sounds like a pretty amazing kiss,"

"What am I going to do?"

"Whatever you want to do," Rory sighed, standing up.

"I'm going to head home, mull over some things,"

"Have fun mulling! I'm going to stay here and ask Luke about some more things on the menu. I'm thinking the fries are next," Rory smiled.

"Have fun,"

"Oh, I will,"

When Rory neared her house she saw a dark figure on her porch, pacing back and forth. She recognized his shape, his gait; and she immediately became nervous.

"Jess?" The figure stopped, emerging from the shadows.

"What are you doing here?"

"I had to talk to you in person," She nodded, walking towards him.

"Go on,"

"I love you. I know that you already know that but I never want to stop saying it. These past few weeks without you have been hell, pure torture. Rory, I am nothing without you. You give me a purpose, a drive to be better. I need you Rory, more than ever. Without you I am nothing, an empty shell," Rory looked away from him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Jess,"

"I mean every word that I said. I love you Rory,"

"I love you too," She mumbled, her voice nearly inaudible over the roaring wind. He walked to her and put his hand to her cheek. She moved away from his touch, the last gesture reassuring her in her decision. When Logan had done the very same thing the day before it had felt special, gentle. When Jess's callused hand touched her face it hurt, the rough skin harsh against her tender skin.

"Jess, I love you but I can't be with you,"

"Rory,"

"I'm sorry,"

"But-" She hugged him quickly, genuinely distraught over hurting him. He was a good guy, and she did not like seeing him so beaten down.

"Bye Jess,"

She could barely contain herself when she arrived at Logan's dorm. She knocked quickly, three distinct taps.

TAP!
TAP!
TAP!

She heard footsteps and her heart rate quickened, adrenaline coursing through her veins. When the door opened though, she didn't find Logan. Instead she found a leggy blonde wearing only a men's t-shirt. She recognized the t-shirt as the one that Logan wore when he first met her, the logo on it slightly faded.

"Hi," The girl said simply, somehow looking chic in t-shirt. Rory was about to leave when she saw Logan emerge from his room, clad only in plaid boxers.

"Ace,"

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