A/N: Wow, I'm overwhelmed by the responsive from the last chapter. I'm hoping that this ones gets just as many…it's a pretty important one. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't have any rights to anything GG related. Which...is sorta sad.

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Luke tucked the diary under his arm as he climbed the stairs. When he reached the third floor he paused for a moment taking the diary once again in his hands. The cover was a bright pink and shimmered with silver glittered. He chuckled to himself and knew that the book was completely Lorelai. He opened the cover and in swirly loopy writing was Lorelai's name and the warning inscription 'Do not read, you take your life in your own hands if you do.' This gained a full out laugh from Luke and he closed the cover again.

As much as he wanted to read it he knew he couldn't betray her trust like that. It wasn't right. When he finally stepped onto the fourth floor he yawned. It had been a long day and he was ready to slip into sleep. First though, he had to deliver Lorelai's diary to her. He didn't want the temptation lingering all night.

He knocked gently on the door to her and Rory's hotel room and waited patiently as he heard her scuffle to the door.

"What?" she asked bitterly as the door flew open, "oh Luke, what is it?"

"You left this in the lobby," he said, trying to avoid the chuckle he felt in his throat, "I figured you'd want it back."

"Thanks Luke," she gasped grabbing the book from his hand, "I didn't realize I left it. Thank you so much. I would have died if anyone had read this."

"Well, then I guess I shouldn't tell you…"

"You didn't?" Lorelai asked interrupting him, her eyes wide in shock, "Please, god please tell me you didn't."

"I didn't," Luke assured her, "I didn't. I was just messing with you."

Lorelai playfully smacked him on the chest, "don't scare me like that Lucas."

"Don't call me Lucas."

"I wouldn't have to call you Lucas if you didn't do that to me."

"I was just messing around."

"And how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?"

"You mess with me all the time."

"But that is different."

"How is that different?"

"Cause it's me," Lorelai said simply, "I can do what I want."

"And I do what I want."

"Obviously," Lorelai muttered under her breath and Luke cocked his head in question.

"What?"

"Nothing," Lorelai quickly covered herself, "it was nothing. Thanks again Luke for bringing my book back. I should get to bed."

"Lorelai?"

"Good night Luke," Lorelai said again and closed the door quickly.

It took Luke a second to move, not sure exactly what had just happened. Lorelai had been acting so strange lately and it worried him. He'd remember to say something to Liz about it tomorrow.

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Lorelai sank down on the lumpy queen sized bed and hugged Maddie to her chest. She didn't want to think about what could have happened if Luke had read it.

Opening the book she uncapped her pen and scrawled several messy words.

That could have been bad. Very, very bad, Maddie. What if he would have read you? What if? I just…I'm just glad he didn't. I don't think I'd ever be able to face him again if he did. I mean…most of the last six months have been filled with words about him.

What if he would have read them?

He'd know everything. How I feel and why I've been so edgy about this whole wedding thing. God, I can't even begin to wrap my head about what could have happened.

I guess I should just be happy that it didn't. I don't take Luke as a liar, so I'm believing him when he says he didn't read it. I don't think he'd do that to me. That is good and completely a relief.

Okay, enough of a freak out. I need some rest. All this worrying wears a girl out. Night Maddie, lets hope I can actually get some sleep. The next few days are going to be awful crazy and stressful. I should get all the rest in now that I can.

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December 15, 1989

What a fancy smancy night we've had. It was the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner tonight. A usually calm and quiet event. Apparently not with Miss Kara Duran, soon-to-be Danes. It was a full out party, almost like a wedding itself. It was slightly overbearing to be honest.

I'm not sure what to expect tomorrow, and I have to be in it. I still can't believe that I'm in this wedding. I don't want to be. God, I can't even begin to explain how much I don't want to be in this wedding. I don't want him to get married to her at all.

Shit, I didn't realize how that sounded until I re-read it. I sound like some jealous, self-righteous witch. I'm his friend right? I should want him to be happy and successful. If Kara is who makes him happy then I should accept that right?

Why is this so difficult? I don't seem to understand that. Okay, besides the fact that I'm in love with him. I've got to get over that, don't I?

Yeah, I do. So this is it. I'm going to stop fretting about this, I'm going to stop dwelling on it and I'm going to be happy for Luke and Kara. I'm going to stand up at their wedding and smile and support my best friend. That is what I should do, and it's what I'm going to do Maddie.

I guess I'll let you know how it goes.

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Sweat dripped down Luke's face as he continued to run. It was early, still dark, but he couldn't sleep and running always seemed to calm his mind. Today was his wedding. And he was running.

Not away, just running.

Luke was always running it seemed. When he was happy, when he was sad, when he was scared, and even when he was confident. He was always running.

He just wished he knew why he was running today.

There were so many thoughts and emotions rolling around in his head that he didn't know if he could sort them out.

Luke sighed and looked out over the dark horizon. It was eerie, looking over the water which was still dark. He could see lights on the horizon he was assuming was front a freight boat or something equally as large and he shuddered.

He didn't know why he'd ended up at the beach, but he had. Maybe it was because Kara was always talking about it, and how much she loved it. It was the only thing that he could make sense of.

His love for Kara.

He smiled as he remembered their first meeting. It was the end of their freshman year, and the stress had been getting to him. He bumped, literally, into her at the library, causing her books and notes to go flying. He'd never been more embarrassed.

That had been the beginning of their story and it was a moment Luke would never forget. He made it his point to find her again. He needed to.

The next semester, the beginning of their sophomore year, he was thrilled to find her in his speech class. Three weeks later he asked her out.

He remembered the moment he knew that he wanted to marry her. It was the summer between their junior and senior year and they were apart. He was at home and he couldn't stop thinking about her. He dreamed about their future and went out the next week and bought a ring.

And know he was standing on a beach in California, on the day of his wedding, waiting to be standing at the alter with his bride.

The sky was beginning to brighten as the sun peaked over the buildings and Luke couldn't help but continue to smile.

He was getting married.

He started to run again. This time back towards his hotel, his future, and his life.

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The church was beginning to fill up and Luke could hear the strands of conversations through the closed door. He was re-adjusting his cuff links again, nervously, and watched as his best man, a friend from college Kevin, took a swig of something from a flask.

"You want to share?" Luke asked his attention divided between his tie and his best man.

"You don't need any of this," Kevin told him, "you are marrying the girl of your dreams. Why would you want any rum?"

"Damn it," Luke growled, "just give me some."

"What is wrong with you man?" another one of his groomsmen, Tim, his old roommate, asked.

"I don't know," Luke answered honestly, "I don't know."

"Well," Colton, his third groomsmen added, "let's get your mind off of it and talk about something else. Like that super hot friend you brought from home and is now a bridesmaid? What is the deal with her?"

"Who?"

"You know," Tim agreed, "the blue-eyed brunette that was sitting with your dad and sister at the rehearsal dinner the other night."

Luke's blood began to boil, "oh, you mean Lorelai?"

"Is that her name?" Kevin asked, "Sounds exotic."

"She's from Connecticut," Luke answered dryly.

"I've never heard you talk about her before," Tim added, "You holding out on us buddy?"

"No," Luke assured them, "I met her last Spring break when I went home."

"And she's in your wedding?"

"Yes Colton, she is," Luke turned his attention to his tie to distract himself from their conversation. He didn't understand why he was so up in arms about this.

"Man dude," Kevin slapped his back playfully, "you lucky dog."

"What?"

"You're lucky," Kevin reiterated, "you are lucky. You have a super hot fiancé, about to be wife, plus that fox for you're…what…mistress?"

"Shut up Kevin," Luke growled his hands clenched in fists, "Lorelai and I are just friends and I don't want to hear you talk about Lorelai like that again, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah," Kevin surrendered, "don't get your panties in a bunch. I'll drop it."

"Good," Luke growled and the room fell silent. Luke's mind rolled around what just happened and he let his thoughts calm.

"I'm sorry man," Colton broached the silence, "we didn't mean anything by it."

"I know."

"Are we okay?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah," Luke nodded, "Lorelai has just been through a lot. Her and her daughter don't need anymore complications in their lives."

"She has a daughter?" Kevin questioned.

"Yup, a little girl Jess's age."

"Do you like her Luke?" Tim asked sensing the gentleness his ex-roommate spoke with.

"She's my closest friend in Connecticut," Luke answered.

"You do," Colton agreed with a nod.

"Guys," Luke shook his head in annoyance, "she's just a friend."

"Okay man," Tim said, "It's almost time, are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Luke said with a smile and stood up. The four men made their way to the doorway that lead to the back hallway to meet the priest, for Luke to get married. Luke couldn't calm the butterflies that swarmed his stomach.

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December 16, 1989

Wow. That is all I can say. I'm sitting here, in my hotel room, trying to figure out what in the hell just happened.

I'm supposed to be at a wedding right now and I'm not.

Who in their right mind would leave Lucas Danes at the alter? I just don't get it. I don't get it at all. I mean, I thought…I thought she loved him. She made it seem like she did. Yet, here I am, sitting here trying to figure out what happened.

I'm worried about Luke.

I haven't seen him since…well, since he left the church.

God, what was Kara thinking? What in the hell was she thinking.

She broke Luke's heart and now I want to break her skull.

Wow. I'm a mess. Yesterday I would have been thrilled to see this happen. And, I can't lie, I'm not exactly sad that he didn't get marred today. How could I be?

But, the look on Luke's face when Kara turned and walked down the aisle away from him…I could feel Luke's heart breaking and that is just more than I could handle. I think my heart broke for him too.

But that is what happens when you are in love with your best friend. I just want him to be happy. And now, I just wish I knew he was alright. It's scaring me that he hasn't been in touch. We are supposed to leave tomorrow, but Luke doesn't have a ticket.

What are we going to do?

I just wish I knew he was okay.

Please let him be okay.

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A/N: Really, do I have to ask? Reviews…