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!

A Game of Truth

Chapter Seven: Loving To Hear It

I pulled away, my eyes meeting his. I couldn't help but blush and when he smirked, I swear my knees weakened. I was soaking wet, my head was spinning, and butterflies were attacking my stomach. My makeup was running. I was a mess. But for some reason, he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Suddenly being the center of attention was starting to embarrass me. I pulled my sweat jacket closer to me and nervously looked around. I wasn't quite sure of what was supposed to happen next. Stating the obvious, yeah, I've kissed guys before. But I just kissed Luke.

He slid his hands deep into his pockets and leaned back on his heels. "So, are we gunna drown out here or you gunna invite me in?"

I smiled and looked up at him, "It depends."

"On what?"

"On why you came over here in the first place." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Did you need to borrow something? Get something?"

"Nope. Already got it."

"That's a good answer."

"Yeah, I thought so."

I smirked, "Would you like to come in?"

"Sure."

We both sat on the couch, only this time, keeping our distance. A strange feel of embarrassment had come over me as soon as we entered the house. Not really knowing what to do, I lamely suggested that we watch a movie. He didn't seem to have any objections.

While watching Inventing the Abbotts, I kept looking over at Luke. Not to see what he thought about the movie, just to try and figure out what he was thinking all together. I knew what we were doing; what watching this movie was all about. We were just trying to avoid all the events that occurred earlier.

- - -

It was quiet. Really quiet. The rain poured harder now, and except for the crackling of the fireplace, that's all I could hear. The movie had ended and the credits were now rolling. I heard a deep sigh come from Luke before he looked at me.

He smiled, I smiled back. It was uncontrollable, his smile was contagious. "You know, it is impossible to keep a straight face when you look at me like that."

He seemed confused, "Like what?"

"I don't know... like that."

"Like what?"

I just shook my head and averted my gaze. I was staring at the fireplace when, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Luke looking at me. I threw a pillow at his face, "Cut it out!"

He started laughing, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry."

I smiled and sat up cross-legged, looking down at my hands. It was quiet again. "So, what... now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean with us... Not that we even are an 'us'. I just - well - are we an 'us'?"

He smiled at my stuttering, "Do you want to be an 'us'?"

"I'm the one that kissed you." I pointed out.

"Yeah..."

"So... what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that... I want this." He looked down shyly, "I want this... with you."

"Good." I looked down at my fidgeting hands, that were now causing the edge of the blanket to fray. I could hear the sound of Luke peeling the label off of his beer. Apparently this 'us' thing hadn't really settled in.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to act casual. "Luke, why did you pass? That night in the diner?"

"Oh, come on... you know why."

"No, I don't." He looked at me disbelievingly. "Okay, I know... I just want to hear you say it."

"Yeah, I know you do."

"So, go on. Tell me."

He rolled his eyes before softening his voice and turning to face me, "I passed because, the one thing I wanted to do... was kiss you."

My voice weakened, "Okay then, kiss me."

He leaned in, hesitating, and looking me in the eyes before brushing his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered shut as he brought his hand to the back of my neck, his thumb gently rubbing my cheek. As he pulled away, our noses lightly brushed. I leaned forward, catching his lips again and pulling him down as I began to lie on my back.

When the loud, static buzz suddenly arose from the tv, we both jumped and rolled off the couch. I laughed hysterically, my face buried in Luke's chest, his back flattened against the hardwood floor.

I spoke, catching my breath, "That was very Doug Holt of you."

"Why do you say that?"

"The guy got a pencil stuck in his chin."

"Good point."

I raised my body so that my head was now over his, "I know", I said. I smiled and dipped down, capturing his lips again.

TBC