Title : Luke in Philly
Author : GilmoreGirlsFreakazoid
Chapter 3
Summary : Luke is about 17 years old and goes to visit his Aunt who lives in Philadelphia. But he meets a mysterious young girl who never tells him her name. What happens when he sees her again? JavaJunkie
A/N : Yay! A chapter before next year! Woot woot. (Sarcasm. If you can't hear it from here)
Disclaimer : I own nothing. AS-P owns you all! Wait, besides for the few characters I've made for the story's purpose.
Well it's the morning after the neighborhood introduction. But all we really did was sit in the huge house and have dessert with them. I found out Lorelai's last name. It's Gilmore. Which apparently must have some importance to me because my aunt kept making a big deal.
Richard is a big insurance guy in Hartford, a town that is twenty minutes away from Stars Hollow. Small world huh?
Emily puts together parties and events for their family and sometimes even Richard's firm. She doesn't work though. And she really did not like me. Pretended to be nice. Later on Lorelai told me that she was just acting pleasant in front of Raymond because since his family has a lot of money, they were both born in the same high society and should respect each other.
But Lorelai is different. She told me as soon as she can she's going to run away from Hartford. She wants to live in a friendly town where they don't care about money as much as the higher society does. She said she wants to earn her money and not have more then you need. And I could see her eyes light up when she talked about living on her own.
We didn't really do anything last night be talk. She asked me if I would like to go and take a walk around the neighborhood with her but I declined and said that we can later on this week because it was starting to get late.
She opened up a lot to me for some weird reason. Usually people can't talk to me because I will say something offending them and their dreams or say I don't care. But I did care. I sincerely did. I don't know why I cared. I don't know why I wanted to help this girl out.
I told her that when she finally runs away that she can come to Stars Hollow. Even all the crap I say about that town, I love them. They are really my family. After my mom died they helped my family out more then they should have. Babette and her husband Morey watched me and my Liz while my dad was out making Mom's funeral arraignments. Ms. Patty and the rest of the town always kept an extra eye out for me and Liz when we started to grow up and go places.
She can come to this crazy town and I'll tell Ms. Patty that I'm growing up alright thanks to her and the town but now she and the town should look out for someone else who needs it more.
After we finished our desserts, we decided that we should leave since it was past 11 and Reen was getting tired from the long day.
When it came time to say goodbye to Lorelai she pulled me outback on the porch again and thanked me for letting her open up. She slipped her arms around my chest and I hugged her back. I think I liked the way she felt wrapped around my body. It was a feeling that mad me a little envious of the other boys who got to feel like this just because of her.
When I entered my bedroom, the place I'll be sleeping for the next three months, last night, I passed out on the bed trying not to forget the way her body felt perfect wrapped in my arms.
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I called my dad when I got up this morning. It was good to hear his voice again. He said that Liz is acting normal, which isn't good normal. And that Jimmy, Liz's boyfriend, has been in the house a lot more. Dad thinks that Jimmy isn't setting the best example on his little girl but I think it's opposite. Yes, Jimmy used to be a trouble maker before he and Liz got together but he got caught less.
I told my dad that everything will be okay and even if it takes 20 years Liz will turn out well. He told me that he was proud of me for growing up without him and that he was sorry for not always being there. I told him it was alright and that none of what happened was his fault. And we both knew that, that was the truth.
He said it was time to open the hardware store and I told him that I would call him again soon and to call me whenever he wants.
And when I hung up I felt a little older and a little more like my dad.
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"So is there a reason why you have so many flannel shirts?" Lorelai asked me.
"Not really." I answered.
It's been a few hours since I talked to my dad. Lorelai called an hour ago and asked if she could come over and meet this house since I had the pleasure of meeting theirs yesterday.
I don't think I will ever get her weird humor.
We sat around in the kitchen for a while and Reen left us some coffee in the pot with and a refrigerator full of food. Of course the girl takes the coffee and has had atleast four cups of it since she's been over.
"Are you sure? Because it seems like a plaid factory exploded in your suitcase. What, is your room back in Connecticut full of checkers and lines?"
"No and get out of my stuff. I still need to put everything away.", I said pulling the bag from the bed onto the floor where I was sitting.
She laid on the bed and moved to the edge near where I was folding my tee shirts..
As she watched me I could see her trying to suppress a laugh out of the corner of my eye. I looked up at her and her face was red and looked like she was trying not to explode.
"What?" I asked trying to be angry even though it's apparent to me that it's hard for me to scowl at her like I do with the rest of the world.
"You suck at folding."
She slid off the bed and sat next to me showing me the proper way of folding tee shirts.
"You know, if you wore just the tee shirts and jeans you would have all the girls after you. But you hide yourself under 2 layers and girls can't see your muscles." she said while we were putting my shirts in piles.
"No I wouldn't. Plus, I'd rather have a girl talk to me and get to know me and then start to like me."
"Yes you would. You'd have all the girls swoon over you. And I bet after a while you'll give one of the girls a kiss that would make Clarke Gable jealous."
"Who's Clark Gable? Why am I kissing these girls?"
"You don't know who Clark Gable is? Man, you need to watch some movies."
"Well too bad. I'm not a movie kind of guy."
"Seriously Luke. Tonight when I take you to the park after we watch a movie at the local movie theaters I want you to wear this shirt and your dark blue jeans and I want you to watch how many girls talk to you."
"Park? Movies? When did I agree on these things? And didn't I just say I wasn't a movie kind of guy?"
"Well I decided it while you were yammering on about how you don't know the great Clark Gable."
"You decided that. A planned out night in just a few seconds?"
"Yes." she said simply to me.
"Just in those two sentences where I said I don't know who that kissing guy is. You decided that we were going to the movies then to the park and what my outfit would be for the night?"
"Yes." again.
"You amaze me."
"And that's what every girl wants to hear. Keep sweet talking like that and pretty soon you'll have all the girls-"
"Swooning. Yes, I get it. I'll be Clark Cable." I said when I interrupted her.
"Clark Gable." she corrected.
"Whatever." I picked up the shirts we finished folding together and put them in my drawers.
She picked up the one shirt she had left in her hand and handed it to me.
"See. That's the way you're supposed to fold shirts. Learn it. Live it. Eat it."
"What?"
Seriously? She makes no sense.
"Never mind. I can't teach those who are hopeless." she flung her arms in the air for the dramatic effect.
"I'm not hopeless." I mumbled to myself.
"Oh Lukey boy. Yes you are." she patted my arm and walked over to the door and looked back at me.
"Pick me up at six thirty? We're going to the seven o clock movie at the hill. They play black and white movies in a field where people can bring blankets and bring their own food. I'll get the blanket and eatable items. You just bring your butt in those jeans I told you to wear. Oh! And wear that shirt too! It will bring out the color in your eyes." she said while leaving my room and flashing me a smile before she closed my bedroom door.
Oh dear lord. What have I gotten myself into?
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