Ok, so the usual about the bloodied horse, but come on, we have a whole summer to get through, right? This is going to be pure javajunkie, cuz I don't feel like writing a bunch of other characters. Some may appear later purely for the purpose of advancing the plot.
Disclaimer: In the words of the skipping Phoebe Buffay: not-not mine, not- not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for drug references, and possibly some other stuff ;)
Chapter One
7 Days Post-Kiss, approx 8am
He pressed the button beside the front door, hearing the responding electronic ding-dong from inside the house. In one hand, he held a tall silver thermos, while the other nervously adjusted the blue cap on his head. He heard footsteps, and sucked in his breath, preparing himself for the sight that was about to confront him. A sight he had not seen since being mere millimetres away almost a week ago.
The door swung open, and looking decidedly distracted, tired, frazzled and stressed was the face of Lorelai Gilmore. The woman who had recently begun to make his world even crazier than usual. Remembering his resolve, he stopped her before she spoke, thrusting the thermos into her hands.
"Here. I figured that since you're avoiding me, you shouldn't suffer from a lack of, what was it you called it? 'Legal Dope'?" He spoke in his usual, if not more than usual gruff tone, his words sounding a touch more clipped than originally planned. When she had the flask firmly in hand, he turned and strode down the steps of her porch back towards his truck. He didn't expect a reply, which in itself was surprising, since this woman had a reply for literally everything. So it was a surprise when he heard her speak.
"Luke, wait!"
He waved a dismissal without turning around, striding faster towards his car, intent on leaving without having to go through what would likely be a very loud, very confusing argument on her front lawn, for all of Stars Hollow to witness first hand. He heard her heels clicking across the wooden porch and steps, and knew she was chasing him. He had reached his truck, and for reasons unbeknownst to him at the time, he paused a moment, his hand on the door handle, apparently waiting for her to reach him.
"Luke, please?"
He hated that sound in her voice. He could never say no to that sound in her voice. Damn it! He turned around and faced her, waiting expectantly for her to continue. A few seconds passed and they just stared at one another.
"What?" he demanded.
He watched two small lines appear between her eyebrows, and the frown already tugging at her lips deepened. "I'm sorry," she stated regretfully.
"For what? Avoiding me all week? Ignoring my phone calls? Letting things go too far between us?" He knew he was raising his voice with each question, but he was so hurt by her actions, he couldn't help himself. He had done all the work, and she had seemed quite happy to go along with it all. She had even made sure he understood she was no longer attached. She had given him hope, damn it!
He waited for her response, amazed that she had been reduced to so few words. He had never seen this side of her before. Regardless of the emotion, she usually rambled until she had either avoided the problem completely, or spilled it all to whoever happened to be listening at the time – him being the usual sounding board.
"Yes," she whispered finally.
In some ways, he'd expected that response, but it still threw him when the word actually left her lips. So that was it. She didn't really want any more from him than friendship. Well, that was fine. He'd had so many near misses with her over the past few years that he was almost used to the feeling of loss. Without another word, he pulled the car door open, his eyes never leaving her face for a second. He hoped she could see how much she had just hurt him. He hoped she would feel guilty. He hoped she was hurting as much as he was. Luke climbed into the cab of the truck and slammed the door. His grabbed the keys that were already dangling in the ignition and turned to face her again.
"You could have told me that before I went and made a complete ass of myself." With that, he turned the key, and the engine roared to life. He put the truck into reverse and pushed hard on the accelerator, knowing he should be more careful, but too angry to care. He refused to glance back at her while he paused to change gears, and then took off down the road, back to the solace of his diner.
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Please, please review. I'll be a very happy bunny!
Disclaimer: In the words of the skipping Phoebe Buffay: not-not mine, not- not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for drug references, and possibly some other stuff ;)
Chapter One
7 Days Post-Kiss, approx 8am
He pressed the button beside the front door, hearing the responding electronic ding-dong from inside the house. In one hand, he held a tall silver thermos, while the other nervously adjusted the blue cap on his head. He heard footsteps, and sucked in his breath, preparing himself for the sight that was about to confront him. A sight he had not seen since being mere millimetres away almost a week ago.
The door swung open, and looking decidedly distracted, tired, frazzled and stressed was the face of Lorelai Gilmore. The woman who had recently begun to make his world even crazier than usual. Remembering his resolve, he stopped her before she spoke, thrusting the thermos into her hands.
"Here. I figured that since you're avoiding me, you shouldn't suffer from a lack of, what was it you called it? 'Legal Dope'?" He spoke in his usual, if not more than usual gruff tone, his words sounding a touch more clipped than originally planned. When she had the flask firmly in hand, he turned and strode down the steps of her porch back towards his truck. He didn't expect a reply, which in itself was surprising, since this woman had a reply for literally everything. So it was a surprise when he heard her speak.
"Luke, wait!"
He waved a dismissal without turning around, striding faster towards his car, intent on leaving without having to go through what would likely be a very loud, very confusing argument on her front lawn, for all of Stars Hollow to witness first hand. He heard her heels clicking across the wooden porch and steps, and knew she was chasing him. He had reached his truck, and for reasons unbeknownst to him at the time, he paused a moment, his hand on the door handle, apparently waiting for her to reach him.
"Luke, please?"
He hated that sound in her voice. He could never say no to that sound in her voice. Damn it! He turned around and faced her, waiting expectantly for her to continue. A few seconds passed and they just stared at one another.
"What?" he demanded.
He watched two small lines appear between her eyebrows, and the frown already tugging at her lips deepened. "I'm sorry," she stated regretfully.
"For what? Avoiding me all week? Ignoring my phone calls? Letting things go too far between us?" He knew he was raising his voice with each question, but he was so hurt by her actions, he couldn't help himself. He had done all the work, and she had seemed quite happy to go along with it all. She had even made sure he understood she was no longer attached. She had given him hope, damn it!
He waited for her response, amazed that she had been reduced to so few words. He had never seen this side of her before. Regardless of the emotion, she usually rambled until she had either avoided the problem completely, or spilled it all to whoever happened to be listening at the time – him being the usual sounding board.
"Yes," she whispered finally.
In some ways, he'd expected that response, but it still threw him when the word actually left her lips. So that was it. She didn't really want any more from him than friendship. Well, that was fine. He'd had so many near misses with her over the past few years that he was almost used to the feeling of loss. Without another word, he pulled the car door open, his eyes never leaving her face for a second. He hoped she could see how much she had just hurt him. He hoped she would feel guilty. He hoped she was hurting as much as he was. Luke climbed into the cab of the truck and slammed the door. His grabbed the keys that were already dangling in the ignition and turned to face her again.
"You could have told me that before I went and made a complete ass of myself." With that, he turned the key, and the engine roared to life. He put the truck into reverse and pushed hard on the accelerator, knowing he should be more careful, but too angry to care. He refused to glance back at her while he paused to change gears, and then took off down the road, back to the solace of his diner.
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Please, please review. I'll be a very happy bunny!