Title: How Living In Stars Hollow Affected My Life

Author: Symphonyflute

Fandom: Gilmore Girls

Season: 2ish

Disclaimer: I wish, put it that way.

Summary: I changed the actual plotline of the story a little. In the episode towards the end of season 2, Luke sends Jess back to New York. He comes back in season 3 and all is well. I'm going to change that. He didn't go back, live happily with his mommy for a few weeks, and decide to pop back into Stars Hollow. Instead he had a terrible time including getting hurt, and homeless, and wrote a mandatory essay about what has affected his life most. This somehow, I'm not telling how, brings him and Luke, Lorelai, and Rory back together.

A/N: I hate OCs with flaming passion, and I put in 3. You're welcome.

A/N 2: This story will be very dialouge-based. For some reason, GG fics are dialouge-y for me.

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"I wonder where hansters come from," Lorelai Gilmore pondered as she and her daughter entered Luke's Diner on Tuesday morning for breakfast.

"Other hamsters," Luke replied as he swept by them with a pot of coffee.

They sat down. "I know that." Lorelai rolled her eyes. "How stupid do I look?"

Rory smirked. "Well, you did only put makeup on one eye. So do you really want an answer to that question?"

Lorelai groaned. "Are you kidding?" She pulled a compact out of her purse. "You're not kidding. You could have told me earlier. Like, before we left the house."

"Yes I could have," Rory agreed.

"So mean to mommy." She fished around in her purse for a minute until she found a stick of eyeliner and a tube of mascara.

Luke approched while she was doing this. "I don't see why women waste time and money slathering paint on their faces when they look just as fine, and natural might I add, without it."

"Says the thirty six year old bachelor," she retorted.

"Yeah yeah yeah. What do you want?"

"Pancakes please," Lorelai's voice went from bitch to playful, indicating that their mock-flight was over.

"I'll have eggs," Rory added. "Thanks Luke." As soon as he was out of earshot, the young brunette turned to her mother. "That was rude."

"Yes, but things have been so strained between us lately," Lorelai explained. "And I feel that now we're over it enough that I can talk to him like that again. I was celebrating."

"You have a weird way of celebrating," Rory said, shaking her head.

"Yes I do," Lorelai agreed. "Maybe New Guinea."

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but maybe New Guinea what?" Rory asked.

"Maybe that's where hamsters come from. Maybe that's the land of origen for all domestic rodents, but since guinea pigs are bigger and cost more money the country was named after them instead of being called No Rodent."

"That must be it."

"What must be it?" Luke was back with their breakfasts.

"New Guinea was named after hamsters and chinchillas," Rory filled him in.

"Oh, of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

Not questioning the Gilmores at all, as he had learned time and time again was a terrible idea, he simply left them their food and coffee and went to the counter to wipe it down.

"Do you have any nieces?" Kirk, who was sitting at the counter drinking the same cup if coffee he had order half an hour ago, asked.

"Nope."

"Young cousins?"

"Nope."

Kirk thought a minute. "Long lost teenage daughters?"

Luke dropped the rag on the counter and sighed. "Not that I know of. What do you want Kirk?"

Kirk looked offended. "Nothing. I was just wondering why that girl keeps pacing in front of your door."

Luke looked up. Sure enough, a teenage girl was walking up to the door, pausing, and walking away again, only to repeat the process. He had never seen her before in his life. She must have felt her eyes, because at that moment she looked up, saw him looking, and came in.

"Can I help you?" Luke offered askance.

"I hope so," She had a British sounding accent, he noticed. Combined with her curly red hair, dark green eyes, and nice smile, she really was pretty. But Luke definately didn't know her. "I'm looking for a Luke Danes."

"I'm Luke Danes," he replied. "But I don't think I know you." By now, everyone in the diner was watching.

"You don't. How rude of me not to introduce myself." She held out her hand. " Kimberly Anderson. I'm a friend of your nephew."

Luke frowned, but shook her hand grufly just the same. "What did he do this time?"

"He won a statewide essay contest," she answered, flashing a brilliant grin. "It was about how everything we've encountered in our lives so far have shaped who we became. He wrote about you."

Luke was awestruck. "Me?"

Rory looked at her watch and frowned. "I have to go catch the bus."

"I'll fill you in later hon," Lorelai promised, before turning her attention back to the scene that was happening in the front.

"Not just you," Kimberly was saying. "His parents. New York. Stars Hollow in general. But mostly you. And it's really flattering. I thought you might want to read your bit." she pulled a packet of paper stapled together and flipped open to the third page out of her bag. "I have to ask you to only read this page and that next though."

"Why's that?" Luke asked.

"Because it was nearly impossible to convince Jess to give me this paper to show you. If you read any more than what he finally agreed to he'll never forgive me. Don't worry though, there's nothing bad about you after these pages or anything like that."

"Then what are they about?"

Kimberly frowned. "Maybe I'll just hold these and you can read them that way," she suggested.

Luke shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I don't want to read it."

She looked confused. "You don't want to?"

"He caused me enough aggrevation when he was here. I don't need it any more."

Kimberly nodded. "Sure, alright. Well, um, if you change your mind, here's my cell phone number." She wrote some digits on a receipt from her pocket.

"Sure. Thanks." He stuffed it in his pocket.

Lorelai walked up to the counter just as Kimberly was leaving. "Are you kidding me?" she demanded. "You're seriously not going to read it?"

"Of course not. Why would I?"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because there's an essay about you that the entire state of New York may have read but you have no idea what it says? WHo knows what everyone knows about you now."

"That's assuming that Jess actually noticed something about me worth knowing, and that's a strech."

"Whatever you say. I have to go to the Dragonfly. See you later."

"See you," Luke replied absentmindedly, refilling Kirk's coffee cup.