Title : Luke in Philly
Author : GilmoreGirlsFreakazoid
Chapter 4
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 : Sorry it took me so long to put another chapter up. FF was being freaky for a couple days.
A/N 2 : Thanks to my new favorite & the best LJ friend Vera! You're my hero!
Disclaimer : All the chracters belong to The WB and Amy Sherman Palladino. The few character I've made belong to me and are here for story purposes.
She told me to pick her up at six-thirty. She told me to wear a certain outfit so I that can pick up girls. She told me that we're going to watch some old movie in a field with a bunch of strangers. I would usually tell a someone to go screw herself if she ever expected me to do this. But not her. Not her.
I don't know what it is about her. But here I am, looking in the full-length mirror in the guest bathroom of my aunt's house, getting ready to go out on a not-date with some girl I met last night.
I look different without my flannel. I feel weird. Good thing I still have my hat on. But what if she had told me to take it off? Would I have? No, I wouldn't.
Not because of a girl.
On the other hand, she's a very pretty girl, and I can't help but give in to her demands. Yeah, I guess if she asked, I'd probably take off my trusty hat…but I'd have to keep it with me. I'd stuff it in my back pocket for safekeeping – she'd never know.
It's exactly six-twenty-four, and I'm heading over to the house of the girl who I'm going on a not-date with. Not-date. No dating whatsoever.
"Hey kid! Where you going to tonight?" Reen asks from her seat on the couch as I walk shyly down the staircase. Ray is sitting nearby in his lounge chair, watching some sitcom on TV.
"Um…out to the movies."
"Oh, that's cool! Who're you going with?"
"Well, you know..." I trail off, not knowing how to answer.
Should I tell her that I'm going to the movies with the girl that I know she's trying to set me up with? She'll probably mistake this movie thing as a date. And it's not a date. Not-date. Yeah, good idea, I'll just keep saying that.
"Yeah...who?" she inquires.
"Lorelai," I mumble softly.
"Who? Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Ray, can you turn that down a bit, hun? Luke is telling us who he's going to the movies with tonight."
"Yup," he says, hitting the remote to mute the TV. "Big date? You look pretty snazzy." He smirks at me.
"No!" I say a little too quickly. They both give me questioning looks. "It's not a date," I continue. "I'm just going to the movies in the field with Lorelai."
Their faces brighten and their grins start to spread.
"Lorelai, huh?" Ray teases.
"Yeah, and it's nothing." I dismiss him with my hand as I walk towards the door.
"Yeah, sure it's not," he says, again with the teasing.
"Where's your flannel at, kid?" Reen asks, still smiling.
"Upstairs. Warm night. I'll get overheated." Good excuse. I'm getting better at this lying thing. I'll have to remember to thank Liz for the tips.
She laughs a little and makes a kissy face at me.
"Stop!" I say desperately.
"Have a fun time, kid!" she says, ignoring my last remark.
"I mean it! It's nothing!"
"Don't stay out too late. Be home by midnight and make sure you walk her home," Ray interferes, a huge grin still on his face.
"Yeah, sure. Bye," I say as I open the door.
And as I close the door I can hear Reen making kissing noises.
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"Lucas, dear! It's you!" Lorelai's Aunt Hope bellows when she answers the door.
"Hi."
"Come in, come in." she gestures into the house, and I walk in. She closes the door behind me. In the living room I can see Richard reading a newspaper and Emily, a book. They both have glasses on and look very oblivious to the world outside of the print.
"Go ahead into the living room. I'll call down Lorelai. Oh, the dear girl is so happy because she's going to the movies tonight with you. She smiled all day! Not even one smart remark to either of her parents," she tells me before touching my arm and walking up the stairs.
Happy? Seriously? She's happy over what? She arranged this. She told me to wear specific clothes so I can pick up girls tonight. Why would she be happy?
Maybe she's just glad that she finally has something to do tonight.
Yeah, that's it.
My thoughts are distracted when I see her coming down the stairs in a short white skirt and a blue long sleeve shirt. She has tan worker boots on, but they look brand new and like she would never wear them for their actual use. She has her rimless glasses on and it makes her eyes pop out.
"Okay. We're almost ready to go. Just come with me to get the blanket and the food."
I follow her into the kitchen where she has a red quilt and a picnic basket on the counter top.
"You take this –" she hands me the picnic basket which is heavier than I expected – "and I'll carry the quilt. You're so strong you can carry all the food," she says, grinning.
"What the hell is in this?" I try to peer into the basket, but she snaps it shut.
"You'll see when we get there. But let me just say one thing: sugar high," she says as she picks up the quilt and bounces off into the other room.
"Crap," I mutter to myself.
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She keeps yammering on about the movie we're going to watch. Apparently it's a great romantic film in black and white.
I look at the guys that we just walked by and they're staring at her legs. And that makes me angry. Why does that make me angry?
"See, I told you that you'd look good in that outfit," she whispers to me.
"Why are you whispering?" I say softly back
"Because there's a group of girls up ahead, and they're looking at you with the eyes."
"What are the eyes?" I ask, baffled and quickly forgetting we're supposed to be whispering.
"It's when a girl gives you a specific look because she finds you attractive. And guess what, bud? You got a pack of them up there. Now go get em, tiger!"
She pushes me towards them, and I can't help but blush when I see them giggling at me.
And I have to admit – they're attractive. They're wearing short shorts, and they all have pretty faces. I guess I should go talk to them.
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When I'm done being humiliated by the girls that are four years older than me, I look around the field to find Lorelai.
As I'm walking, I look up at the screen, and two lovers are kissing passionately and holding onto each other for dear life. I wonder if that is how two people in love actually kiss? Did they think that if their lips weren't locked that their worlds would end? Or was that just back then?
I feel someone lightly kick my leg and I turn around and find Lorelai laying back, her body propped up on her elbows.
"Sit down and watch this. Clark Gable is finally with the one he loves," she whispers to me.
I crawl next to her and mirror her way of sitting.
"So that's Clark, huh?" I ask.
"Yup. That's him in all this glory."
She smiles up at me, and I grin back.
Her cheeks start to flush so she looks at the screen. I do the same.
"So, you struck out?"
"Huh?"
"With the girls?"
"Oh, yeah. They're too old for me." I look back at her, and but she doesn't turn.
"That's too bad," she says. She moves around, putting her arms behind her head so that she can lie down completely.
"Not really," I respond. It's the truth; I really couldn't care less about them.
"Why do you say that?" Lorelai asks.
I lie down next to her, in the same position she's in, and turn to look at her.
"Because they aren't my type."
She looks at me again.
"So your type isn't the pretty kind?" she teases.
"Oh sure, there are plenty of pretty girls I like. But none of them back there made me feel like I was supposed to be there. I wasn't supposed to be with any of them."
"Well, when you meet that girl," she pauses for a moment, and then continues, "make sure when you kiss her for the first time, it'll be in a way that will make our man Clark proud."
I smile at her and nod. She responds by thrusting a long piece of red liquorice in my face.
"Want some?"
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