Title: Wanting To Turn Back Time
Prologue
Lorelai moved the chip bowl and climbed out of bed. She made her way down the hall and into the bathroom. She peered into the mirror and grimaced. Her hair was a mess of curls, her eyes were red and puffy, she looked as if she hadn't slept in weeks. She walked out of the bathroom, and down the stairs. She opened the desk drawer and pulled out a slip of paper with a number scribbled on it. She picked up the phone, dialed the number and listened.
"Hello, Mike Armstrong?"
"Yes." Mr. Armstrong replied.
"This is Lorelai Gilmore, Richard Gilmore's daughter, I'm calling about the job offer."
Luke woke up the next morning with an awful headache. He climbed out of bed and turned to the night stand to be face to face with a picture of Lorelai Gilmore. He frowned. He wasn't with Lorelai anymore. He told her he couldn't be in the relationship anymore. He knew it hurt her, but it hurt him when Christopher said all those things at the Vow Renewal. Luke took the picture and slid it into the drawer. He walked over to the kitchen and pulled out the orange juice. He poured himself a glass and walked over to the window. He gazed out onto the crazy town that he lived. He saw Kirk running down the street, Taylor chasing after him, Miss Patty teaching a dance class, Babette walking her latest cat, and then he saw it. Lorelai in her jeep driving towards the highway.
After hanging up with Mike Armstrong, she grabbed a bag and packed it full. She stuffed it along with her purse into the jeep. She took one last look at the crap shack, went out locking the door, getting into the jeep and driving off.
She drove straight down past Luke's, glancing over only to find it closed. She checked the time. 7:30 She turned back not wanting to see him.
The day went by slow for Luke. He kept glancing up when the bell rang, hoping to see Lorelai there. But it was always some weirdo from this freak town. Finally around 5:00 he trudged upstairs without speaking one word to Lane.
Lorelai looked down at the paper she had scribbled directions on. She had to take the highway north to New York City. After getting there she would have to call up Mike Armstrong. She kept driving north.
Two hours later she drove into the Big Apple. She glanced around at her surroundings. Busy streets, people everywhere. She liked it here. Busy, she would stay busy, and hopefully keep him off her mind.
She drove into a garage, payed and parked then headed off on foot down the street.
When Luke had went upstairs, Lane was confused. She knew that he and Lorelai broke up, but he just left, without telling her or Caesar if he was going to close up or what. She walked up after him, stopped at his door and listened. She could here a loud sob coming from inside. Then she heard something crash and break. She knocked softly on the door.
"Luke? It's Lane. May I come in?"
Lane heard Luke sniffle, and walk to the door. He opened it, and Lane saw one devastated man. His eyes were red and puffy, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he had almost a full grown beard.
"Are you alright?" Lane asked Luke.
"I'm fine Lane, what do you want?"
"Would you like Caesar to make you a salad?"
Luke looked away. "I'm not hungry."
"Oh, okay. If you need anything, call down and I'll get it."
"Thanks." Luke mumbled starting to shut the door, while Lane turned to walk off.
"Oh hey Luke." Lane said turning around.
"Huh?"
"I'll close up the diner."
Luke half smiled. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
And with that, Luke went back into his apartment, and Lane went back to the diner.
Lorelai pushed the key into the lock and turned it. She heard it click then pushed the door open. She looked around her new home.
It was nice, small, but nice. There were plenty of windows, and a big kitchen. Lorelai wouldn't be using that anytime soon. She walked down the hall to find two bedrooms and a bathroom. The bigger one would be hers, and the smaller one would be made into a nursery. She turned back around and went into the livingroom. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed Rory.
"Rory, it's mom. I'm in New York. I took that job with Mike Armstrong. I need you to come by when you get time off of school. I have some big news, and I need some furniture. Call me. Love ya kid."
With that Lorelai hung up. She dropped her phone back into her purse and sat the purse on the ground. She took her hands and gently placed them on her stomach.
She mumbled to the air. "I'm 16 all over again."
A/N: That's the prologue. The next chapter will skip 3 years and 8 months. I hope the Prologue was alright. Please review, and thank you for reading.