Chapter Two: The Well Awaited…
I'd like to start with two words. I'm Sorry.
Shall I start with my sob story now? Okay, well. One, I had like twenty pages worth of prep typed up. I almost finished the entire chapter; ten pages worth. Then my computer decided to go insane. It deleted almost all of my files, most of which were important for school, work, and recreation. I've recovered some of the lost files and documents but some are just gone. Including the one for this story, three to four weeks of work, gone, I'll apologize one more time and leave you to read.
I am soooooooooooo sorry.
Disclaimer: I usually come up with a quippy or funny disclaimer, but today, you get: I don't own it. Sorry, I'm in a bit of a funk.
During the week Lorelai had been a bit distracted, which didn't go unnoticed by Mia who had asked her many a time what was going on. Lorelai simply replied, "Nothing of much significance at the moment," and went about her business as usual. When Friday rolled around Lorelai asked Mia to look after Rory for the night, Mia happily obliged.
"When are you going to let me in on your secret? This is killing me!" Mia protested as she watched Lorelai get ready.
"When I'm sure it's gonna stick." Lorelai said, obviously a little uneasy about the whole situation. She liked Luke, she'd even made a pro con list ending in his favor, but she just wasn't sure it was going to stick. She was young. This could just possibly be a fling. A date, nothing more, nothing less.
"Are you going to go out on a date with Lucas?" Mia asked excitedly.
"Mia!" Lorelai exclaimed.
"Well, you're getting dressed up, you won't tell me what your doing, I'm watching Rory, you like Lucas…you are going out with him, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Lorelai said straightening her necklace. "Mia, look, I don't want to get into it right now. He seems like a nice guy but we just met, I don't want to jinx it. Please, just let me do this myself, and then when I'm sure it's going to go somewhere, if it goes somewhere…I'll fill you in and give you the gruesome details."
"There's going to be gruesome details to share?" Mia asked.
"Mia! Please," Lorelai exclaimed.
"Fine, fine. I'll leave you be for now." Mia walked away to go tend to Rory at the other side of the room.
"Okay," Lorelai said when she was finished prepping for her date, "Rory, babe, I'm gonna go out for a little while okay?" Rory looked up at her mother and nodded.
"Where yah goin'" Rory asked in her five-year-old fashion.
"Um, just out to dinner with some friends, I won't be long." Lorelai smiled and leaned down to kiss her daughter, "Mia's going to stay with you while I'm gone. Kay?"
"Mmhmm." Lorelai kissed her daughter's forehead, thanked Mia yet again and walked out the door almost running into someone on the way.
"Sorry, I didn't um, see you there."
"It's okay," The person replied.
"Luke! Hi, sorry…" Lorelai said quickly. She hadn't seen that it was Luke when she ran into him. "I thought I would meet you at the diner…"
"Yeah, but it's a date, so I figured that I'd pick you up,"
"Right. I should have assumed,"
"No, it's okay – let's just…go?" Luke stammered.
"Yeah, okay. Let's…go." Luke and Lorelai walked slightly uncomfortably down the stairs and into his truck. They drove in silence for a few minutes, "So…" Lorelai finally broke the silence.
"I don't do this a lot; I'm not really good at dating…" Luke said out of nowhere.
"You're not alone on that one," Lorelai laughed.
Another long silence…
"So, you're sister Liz is nice."
"When she wants to be, she is. Other then that she's kind of a fruity."
"Fruity? That's a great way to describe a sibling." Lorelai replied, laughing.
"Yeah, well. It's Liz, its necessary. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Luke asked staying on topic.
"Nope, it's just me. My parents really aren't kid people. Sometimes I wonder why they had me at all."
"Don't say that, I'm sure they love you."
"Ha-ha! That's funny. You obviously haven't met Richard and Emily Gilmore. You're views would be quite different if you had. I grew up in Hartford in a pointlessly huge house, with maids and chefs and all that stupid unneeded junk…it wasn't a warm and fuzzy childhood. My mother and I don't get along and my father didn't talk to me much, getting pregnant at sixteen didn't help much."
"Sounds interesting, keep going, I'm interested now," Lorelai laughed at that.
"I just…it wasn't me, you know? I didn't like being waited on hand and foot I'm independent. I just didn't like it. I didn't want that lifestyle for my daughter or myself so when I turned seventeen I left. Hopped on a bus and rode it out to the last stop. That's how I ended up in Stars Hollow. I don't talk to my parents much. My dad occasionally calls me but they don't know where I live and I only see them on holidays. My life is pretty screwy if you ask me."
"Don't say that. You've got your daughter and you seem happy,"
"It's one of the few Gilmore traits I inherited. I don't usually portray how I'm feeling."
"That's not good." Luke pointed out.
"I know, but…I just, I can't let people see how I'm feeling because then I'll seem insecure and I don't want to be a sob story, 'Oh, boo-hoo she had a kid at sixteen, doesn't get along with her parents and has no one...' I don't want to be like that. I can make it on my own without people's pity."
"Understandable," Lorelai then realized how much she really liked Luke, she knew he was genuinely interested in her and her life. Plus, he didn't care that she had a kid. He was perfect. Easy on the eyes too.
"I'm glad you understand." She smiled at him, even though his eyes were firmly situated on the road in front of them. "Why don't you tell me about you now? You know pretty much everything about me,"
"I'm sure that's not all, but sure. I'll tell you about me, there isn't much to know though."
"Sure there is…"
"I was a pretty normal kid, had a knack for running and baseball. Liz is my only sibling, but as a kid, she was a troublemaker so I pretty much kept to myself. I didn't want to cause my parents any more grief. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was six, but she battled and won by the time I turned eight. They thought it was over with...But apparently, it wasn't. She died when I was nine. My dad took it hardest. Not that Liz and I didn't, but she was everything to my dad. In high school, I was the track team captain and was pitcher for the baseball team. I was going to go to U-Conn but my dad died a few weeks before, so I didn't. I intended to go back eventually, but it just didn't work out that way. So I opened the diner a few years later…and here I am."
"Wow," Lorelai said, "Liz told me you don't talk a lot."
"Coulda fooled me," Luke smiled and looked at her for a moment, taking in her beauty, her beautiful, long brown hair, electric blue eyes and eccentric outfit. It all matched her personality perfectly.
The rest of the drive was quiet, Luke leaned over once to turn the radio on as per request of Lorelai, who insisted, "Driving without music is like sitting in a dark room, all alone…it's really no fun." Luke looked at her, confused but obliged anyway, telling himself that he probably wouldn't understand half of what she said throughout the evening. He had spoken to Mia a few hours ago, she told him to, "just smile and laugh, she knows you don't get what she's saying. But you have to make it seem like you do. She's a piece of work Lucas, but she's a nice girl, perfect for you. Don't mess it up."
"Hungry?" Luke asked as he pulled up to a small Italian restaurant.
"I'm always hungry." Lorelai announced.
"Good to know." She smiled broadly as he got out of the truck and raced over to the passenger side to open the door for her.
"Oh, you didn't have too.."
"I wanted to."
"So, where are we?"
"Onerato's. You like Italian food right?"
"I love any kind of food,"
"Good, okay, so…" Lorelai took his outstretched hand and he led her inside. The hostess sat them at a small, intimate table on the patio, which Luke had requested on the phone earlier.
"This is beautiful." Lorelai said, sipping her glass of red wine.
"You're beautiful," Oh, jeez! She's gonna think you're a spaz now! Real smooth Danes.
"Thank you," Lorelai replied shyly, looking down at the white tablecloth. "Your not so bad yourself," he chuckled. The rest of the night went smoothly; they ordered a fabulous meal and even made it through dessert and coffee. The conversation, unlike on most first dates, carried on as if they'd known each other for years. After paying for their dinner, they drove back toward the diner.
"Do you want to go in the diner for coffee?"
"Yeah, I'd love too," Luke once again opened her door and led her into the diner.
"We can stay down here, or go upstairs if you want. Wherever you're more comfortable."
"Which coffee pot is faster?"
"The one down here," He said, although it sounded more like a question.
Lorelai twirled a small piece of hair around her index finger, "Let's go upstairs then." She smiled and walked slowly behind the curtain and up the stairs. Luke followed close behind. When they reached the apartment, Luke motioned for Lorelai to sit on the couch, which she happily did, while he made the coffee. While it was brewing, he came and sat next to her. "It's small, I know, it wasn't really supposed to be lived in. It was my father's office when it was a Hardware Store. Really a waste of space back then, he rarely used it."
"It's not small, it's…cozy." There was silence for a few moments, the couple just looked into each other's eyes. Simultaneously they leaned in…BEEP!
"Coffee's done." Lorelai whispered, smiling somewhat shyly.
"I'll get some mugs," Luke replied using the same tone. He got up slowly, not breaking eye contact until he had to turn and face the cabinet where the mugs resided. "Cream or sugar?"
"No thanks," Luke nodded and filled the mugs. "Thank you," Lorelai whispered when he handed her, her mug. "Wow. This is amazing. Perfect, I need to take notes next time you-" Luke cut her off with a kiss.
"Sorry. I just, I couldn't…"
"That was even better than the coffee," She said, leaning in for another, longer kiss. Before things got too far, (if you know what I mean…) Lorelai pulled back. "This has been amazing, but I have to get back to Rory." She told him, eyes still closed.
"Okay. I'll drive you back to the Inn then,"
"Mmhmm," She kissed him quick again, "Okay – lets go."
This whole chapter wasn't very good, in my opinion. So I'm sorry if you absolutely hate it.
I'd appreciate reviews even if they say, "Damn you Alaina for making me wait sooo long!" I'd honestly be okay with that, because I deserve it.
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