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3. Room Mates

For Luke, it was almost impossible to sleep when it was thundering and lightening so hard outside. The rain was making more of a crash, boom than a pitter, patter on his windows and his blankets seemed bunched and uneven. It was 1:54 AM and he was not looking forward to having to wake up in three short hours to open his diner.

He wished that he could just sleep until around eleven o'clock, when he knew that Lorelai would walk in with that delicious strawberry perfume on. In Luke's eyes, Lorelai was one of the only positives of owning his diner.

Luke heard a door close and he shot up in bed. No one would rob me, Luke thought, especially in Stars Hollow, for crying out loud. He tried to calm himself down as he fumbled with the little lamp on his bedside table.

"L-Luke?" a small voice said from far away. Not only did the little voice scare the living hell out of him, but it also made him knock the little lamp on the ground, cursing at it as it smashed and broke on the floor. "Luke? Are you okay?"

Luke groaned loudly and got up, attempting to not step on any broken glass while trying not to trip over any stray clothes or furniture. He reached the light switch on the wall and flicked it on. And there, in the middle of the doorway, stood Lorelai.

"Lorelai?" Luke asked, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here? Why are you up so late? God, you scared the crap out of me!" He walked over to her and continued. "Why didn't you knock? I was awake, you know."

She looked down on the ground and Luke noticed that the water on her face wasn't from the rain. "Hey," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Um, why don't we go sit down?" Luke led Lorelai over to the sofa in his living room and she sat down neatly, putting her purse on her lap.

"Thanks, Luke," she said, leaning her head on the back of the couch. "And I didn't mean to barge in on you. I just- I just want to talk to someone. Someone who won't bite my head off."

"About what?" Luke asked, wishing desperately that she wasn't going to burst into more waterworks. "Is everything alright?"

Lorelai turned to Luke and snorted. "Nothing is alright, Luke. Nothing has been alright for a long time. And, you know, I tried to talk to my parents to convince them to let me back in the house . . . it's almost like they hate me more than I hate them."

Lorelai hadn't told Luke all that much about her parents. But he had figured out that it was a pretty touchy subject with her, so he wasn't sure how to respond. "Well, if they won't let you back, where are you staying?"

"In a hotel," Lorelai said. "They still haven't figured out that I stole my father's credit card." Lorelai sighed and put her face in her hands. "Luke, I don't know how I can do this! I can't raise a little baby in these conditions! I have no friends, no family, no support, and most importantly, no way of supplying my baby with clothes, food, and shelter. Well, until my father takes back his card."

"Have you tried to get back in touch with the father of your baby?" Luke asked. "He may have just been scared. I know if I was going to be having a baby at 16, or whatever, I would freak at first."

Lorelai shook her head. "He's already dating another girl from our school. Her name is Becky."

Luke adverted his gaze from her face. "Then why don't you . . . um, move in with me?"

Lorelai looked up and her eyes got big. "What? Do you mean that, Luke?"

Luke looked back up at her and attempted to smile. "Well, it's worth a shot. I mean, I don't have a lot of space up here and all, it'll be a tight squeeze, but I think we can-"

Lorelai pulling him into a bone-crushing hug cut him off. "Oh, Luke! This means so much to me! I can't thank you enough!"

She placed a small kiss on his cheek before standing up. "Can I come over with my stuff later on today?"

Luke smiled at her eagerness. "No, no, no. You shouldn't be moving stuff while you're pregnant. I'll get some people from the diner to go over to your hotel during their break and they can do it for you."

Lorelai was absolutely beaming. She thanked him again and again while giving him the information he needed about the hotel.

She ended up sleeping on the couch in one of Luke's huge t-shirts.

A/N: Well, um, I have no idea how good/bad this is because I was writing this at exactly 1:54 AM and I couldn't sleep. Hey, I heard good writers take information from their past experiences.
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Love,
-- Eternal Love LJ
P.S.- I seem to like to write short chapters.