Summary: JJ. Long buried secrets and memories are awakened during this game of Truth. Slowly but surely, the relationship between Luke and Lorelai deepens. This story is based on the book, The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen.

Disclaimer: Don't own a thing - This fan fiction is based on the book The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen. I'm not taking full credit for all of the dialogue and plot of this story, seeing as some of it belongs to one of my all-time favorite authors. Keep in mind most of it is written by me, so I'm not just copying the book. Okay, having said that, hope you like it and please leave a review!

Author's Note: Dunkin' Donut's iced-hazelnut coffees are insanely good. Yep, it's true.

A Game of Truth

Chapter Three: Completely Trustworthy

Truth gradually became a normal part of our lives. I don't know why, it just did. If it was quiet, if we were bored, we'd just start where we left off. It was our 'thing', if you will. When the diner was empty late at night, we'd play truth. When he was fixing a leak in my shower, we'd play truth. It didn't matter where we were, just as long as we were alone.

The best part is, we talked about everything. Anything. We were totally and completely comfortable with each other. That's what made it special. I talked about leaving my home in Hartford and told him of my 'wonderful but terrible' life. He talked about baseball and track, how he could have gone further if he really wanted to.

Sometimes, late at night in my bed, I would make a list in my mind of all of Luke's truths. I felt like if I didn't, I would forget. I didn't want to forget. For some reason, I wanted to remember everything.

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We were facing each other on the living room couch. My legs were curled beneath me as I rested my head in my hand, holding a beer in the other. All in the Family was playing in the background, but we weren't really watching it. We were too caught up in our game of Truth.

"Champagne" He answered.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Champagne is the most disgusting thing you've ever tasted?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"How many times do I have to clarify it?" He emphasized each word, "I-don't-like-champagne."

"Okay, okay." I muttered under my breath, "I just can't believe you think it's that disgusting."

"I'll stop the game right here, don't think I won't."

"You wouldn't stop the game. Admit it, you love playing Truth with me."

He just shook is head.

"Admit it, Luke." He kept shaking his head. "Luke..."

"Okay, fine. I like playing Truth with you."

"Yeah, I know. It's addicting isn't it?"

He turned to face me, "It really is." He couldn't help but grin, and neither could I. It wasn't often that Luke shined a full-fledged smile. It was nice.

As the minutes passed and I continued to gaze, I found that I couldn't tear my eyes away. They were too busy looking in his.

"Okay," I said too quickly. "It's your turn, go ahead." I could feel my cheeks reddening, and if I had the courage to look at him, I'm sure his cheeks were red too. I cleared my throat out of embarrassment and turned to face the tv, bringing my knees up to my chest.

Now that the lights were turned out and I was settled comfortably on the couch, I couldn't keep my eyes from fluttering shut. I could faintly hear Edith laughing in the background as I shifted on the couch, resting my head perfectly on Luke's shoulder. I heard him whispering my name, telling me he should go, but I just shook my head and leaned in closer. He hesitantly placed his arm around me, like he was waiting for me to object, but I didn't. After a minute or so had passed, and it was still there, I found myself drifting to sleep. I was sure to regret this decision in the morning.

It was around ten o'clock when I woke up. I opened my eyes, confused as to why I was in the living room, and then I spotted the flannel pillow I was laying on. Or rather, the flannel clad body that I was using as a pillow. I turned my head to face him.

I cried out in pain as I rubbed my stiff neck, "Oh, God! Luke, get up! Get up!"

"What the hell-"

"We fell asleep!"

His eyes widened, "Shit!"

I continued rub my neck, trying to ease the pain. "Yeah, shit! And it was the worst sleeping arrangement ever!"

"I'm late for work!"

"Why did you let me fall asleep!"

"Don't blame this on me! I tried to get you upstairs, you kept slapping me!"

"You're a man! Suck it up!"

At that point I was stressed to the max and to make things worse, the phone started ringing. So, naturally, the phone was no where to be found. I was lifting up pillows and throwing around magazines, when I finally spotted it in the bowl of chips.

"Hello?"

"Hey hon, it's me. You sick or something?"

"No, Sookie. I'm coming, I'm just - I'm running a little late."

"Well, hurry up, Melanie's gunna be here any minute now."

"Melanie?"

"Melanie, Lorelai! The woman you promised to meet at ten o'clock to discuss the wedding reception!"

"Oh, my God. Melanie! Just uh - give me ten minutes, Sookie. I'll be there, I promise."

"Alright. Hurry up. Warp speed, baby!"

"Yeah, yeah I know."

I hung up the phone and turned to face Luke, "How am I gunna be ready in ten minutes?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Oh, God! This sucks!"

I began running up the stairs as Luke yelled up to me, "I guess I'll head back to the diner then!"

"Yeah, alright! See you later!"

"Uh, yeah. Bye!"

Just as quickly as the door shut, I heard it opening again.

"Hey, Lorelai?"

"Yeah?"

"You got a package out here! Or, well - it looks more like a present!"

Suddenly excited and running down the stairs, "Oh, a present? From who?"

"Uh - it doesn't say. But I think it might be a wedding present."

Wasn't expecting that, "What? Why?"

"Because it's addressed to Lorelai Gilmore and Max Medina."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess news doesn't always travel fast."

"You want me to bring it in? It looks kind of heavy."

"Ah - yeah. Sure, thanks."

- - -

We both stood in the kitchen, silently staring at the wrapped present that was now sitting on the table.

"Should I open it?"

"It's up to you."

"I don't want to open it."

"Then don't open it."

"I can't believe there's no card... or return address... or something."

"Whoever sent it, really didn't want it back."

"Maybe it's a bomb."

"I doubt it's a bomb."

"Yeah, that was a stupid guess. Maybe it's a stolen statue, from a museum or something." I turned to face him, "That was even more stupid."

"Yeah, pretty much."

I nodded, and then asked, "Should I open it?"

"How many times are we gunna have this conversation?"

"Okay, okay. I'm gunna open it."

I had to admit, getting a present like this was making me feel uneasy. It was hard enough trying to move on from the fact that it was really over. But now that I had this gift at my doorstep, reminding me of everything... It just made things worse. I wasn't necessarily having second thoughts about the engagement. No, that wasn't the case. It was more a struggle of getting back on track. Being single again. I mean, I was engaged. You don't just get over something like that.

"I think... it's an ice-cream maker."

"An ice-cream maker." I repeated.

"Yeah."

"Do you want it?"

"What? No."

"Well, I don't want it. I mean, technically it's Max's too. I don't want this thing reminding me of my once-again failed relationship."

He chuckled, "Yeah, and who the hell would allow you to make ice-cream?" I jokingly slapped his chest. "Well, do you think Sookie would want it?" he offered.

"Yeah... maybe." The phone started ringing again. "That's probably her now. I really have to get to the inn."

"Yeah, I don't know how long Caesar can keep the diner from setting on fire."

"Alright, well... thanks for coming."

"Yeah, yeah, I had a good time."

"Good. Me too."

"So, I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, definitely."

TBC