A/N: Well hello there! Bet you didn't expect to see me so soon. QUICK, go into the next room and ask the first person you find to call 911. 9-1-1. Got it? The nice paramedics can get your heart beating again…Sorry, sometimes I'm even annoyed by my hilarity.
So, yeah, hi again. I am thrilled by the last reviews. Glad to know I still have an audience after my long absence. I have a confession to make…I had this chapter finished before I even ended Chapter 2. In fact, having this chapter done was my main motivation for getting through the mucky-muck (great, now Wonderboy is stuck in my head) spots in Chapter 2. I just flat out adore this chapter. Believe me, there's plenty to love. That's why I've been dying to post it, but I wanted to wait for a bit to get the reaction from the last chapter. Since my feedback was positive, here we are, the next installment. Oh, and just a little warning. There's a slight bit of smut, but it isn't that bad, b/c I can't write smut worth anything. But, I just thought I'd give you the heads up (7-up! Ha, remember that?).
Ok, so dedications/responses... LLFreak8285, I'll tell you all about Gallaudet if you want, it was really neat. Sarahb2007, thanks for adding ROTFLMAO to my vernacular. I'm starting to think I'm getting too old b/c people have all these acronyms and I have no idea what they mean. To orangesherbert7, for your song. That made my day, lol. To Lolabelle, ha, I beat you this time! Muhahaha! Bellybuttonsrcool, please don't die! I updated! Muffin, pants, pants, pants. A pair of pants. Panting over someone. Pantsing someone. Many uses. And I'm glad you updated too. Gah, there's too many of you that I want to say stuff to. I promise I'll do better with the responses next chapter.
Chapter 3: Where's Freud When You Need Him?
DING, sounded the diner door. Had Lorelai been in a singing mood, she would have belted out, "Ding ding ding went the diner door/ Clang clang clang went the plates/ Zing zing zing went my heart strings/ From the moment I smelled that coffee, I felt…" in true Judy Garland/ "Meet Me in St. Louis" fashion. Yes, it really did feel good to be home after her whirlwind tour of Europe, but she wasn't quite ready to do a trolley style song and dance for the lunch rush. Well, maybe after some coffee. Mmm, she would definitely need the coffee first. Lorelai bounded up to the counter, heels click-clacking on the floor like a castanet solo. But, something was wrong with the picture before her…No Luke.
"Hey Caesar," Lorelai said, addressing the robust Latin employee who was currently running back and forth, performing double duties in the kitchen and dining area.
"Hey Lorelai. Welcome back. Business wasn't the same."
"Oh, a dent in the economy is always expected whenever I leave town. Where's Luke?"
"He's upstairs, fighting with the bread guy again. He was arguing with him down here, but he started scaring customers away."
"Ah yes, angry Luke can be a tad menacing."
"Can I get you anything? Coffee?" Caesar asked, taking Luke's normal position behind the counter with a pad in hand.
"Did you make it?"
"No, Luke did."
"Then bean me up, Scottie…and I'll take a burger as well."
"Sure thing," Caesar jotted down the order, then poured Lorelai a cup and passed it over. After a few glorious sips of caffeinated goodness, Lorelai reached into her purse and pulled out a small box.
"Caesar," she called into the kitchen, "Do you mind leaving my burger at my stool when it's done? I'm going up to say hi to Luke."
"Okay, but I'm warning you. He's not in the best of moods."
"I'll take my chances and a machete," Lorelai said with a wink, then picked up her mug and made her way behind the counter. She managed to maneuver up the stairs without spilling a drop. She started to hear Luke when she was halfway up the stairs and paused by the door to listen to his phone conversation.
"Look, I already compared prices for the 8-grain wheat with Pete Gallagher, and, not only is it cheaper, it's a better quality bread…What do you want me to do, Joe? You've been my bread guy for nine years, but I'm not afraid to take my business somewhere else…That's not an empty threat, buddy…" Lorelai knocked and listened as Luke's boots caused the wood floor to creak as he approached the door. She could make out the outline of his flannel and baseball cap through the opaque window. Luke pulled open the door with the phone still pressed to his ear and the phone cord trailing behind him. His gruff facial features softened when he recognized her, and silently gestured for her to come in. Lorelai mouthed a 'hi' and Luke acknowledged her with a slight wave.
"Listen, Joe, I have to go. You may or may not remember that I have a business to run and my screaming time is cutting into my making money. I'll give you a week to make me a better offer…Alright, bye." Luke replaced the phone on the cradle and turned to face Lorelai with a slight grin on his face.
"Hey world traveler. I see you're still alive."
"Hey yourself," she grinned back. It was nice seeing Luke again. She didn't realize how much she missed him. Is miss the right word?
"When did you get in?" Luke asked, using his hand to offer her a seat at his kitchen table. She accepted by sitting down and he took the chair across from her.
"Last night. We almost gave Babette a heart attack. She thought we were prowlers…But, I come bearing gifts," she said, holding out the box to Luke. He suddenly looked both touched and uncomfortable. An odd facial contortion, though.
"Jeez, you didn't have to…I mean, I didn't…get you…" He shifted in his chair and reached up to adjust his cap. He looks pretty cute when he's uneasy...Wait, cute?
"Ah, Luke, just accept the gift. I mean, Rory and I saw it and it screamed you. Plus it's German, manly, and functional." Luke quickly pushed the box back toward Lorelai.
"Jeez, you got me German condoms, didn't you?" He said in exasperation. Lorelai, who had just taken a sip of her coffee, started choking from Luke's comment, managing to let out a laugh between coughs. "You okay?" Luke asked, placing a hand on her arm.
"How…cough…in the world…cough…did we not think of that…cough cough…just…cough…open it…cough." Luke complied, not willing to ignore the dying wish of another victim of a coffee drowning. Opening the box, he was pleasantly surprised to find a blue, ornately decorated German beer stein with a hunting motif.
"This is really nice…thanks," Luke said with an amazed expression on his face. We certainly picked out the right gift for him.
"We thought you would like it. It's no pack of German condoms, but Rory thought you would like the fish painted on there."
"Be sure to tell Rory thanks for me."
"Absolutely, she'll be glad to hear it. We spent hours, no days, mulling over a gift for you. You are one hard person to shop for, mister," Lorelai announced with a sly grin as she brought the coffee mug to her lips. Luke placed the stein on the middle of the table, as if he meant to display his new treasure.
"How was Europe? Did you two have fun?"
"Oh Luke, it was fabulous. Everything I hoped it would be and more. It was almost surreal in that sense."
"Well, I'm glad you got to go," Luke smiled at her nostalgic expression, "Any coffee left over there?" he mused in his rarely used teasing tone.
"Well, they ran dangerously low in Amsterdam, but luckily there was weed for the taking. The Dutch started calling me Cheechette by the end of our stay."
"I think I'm sorry I asked."
They stayed comfortably silent for a moment. Lorelai soaked up the time she missed with her friend. She hadn't seen him in three months. But, there was something that was still bugging her; the cruise. Did he go? She was dying to find out, but finding it hard to formulate the words.
"Oh, hey," Lorelai decided to start casually, "How was your cruise with Nicole? Did you end up going?"
"Uhhh…yeah…Yeah, I did." Luke was once again uncomfortable in his own skin. This time, he reached out in front of him and began to fidget with the stein cap. Now Lorelai was insanely curious about Luke's negative reaction and decided to probe further.
"And…" she asked, thrusting out her hand in a dramatic flourish.
"Lots of water."
"Come on, Luke! I want details."
"There isn't much to tell. It was pretty boring."
"Well, then embellish on the mundane for me. I've never been on a cruise before. Trust me, I'd find anything fascinating at this point. Was it great? Did you and Nicole have a good time? Did you get a tan? Was there a magician or a Wayne Newton impersonator?"
"There was a guy that played the water glasses."
"And…"
"What do you want me to say?" Luke asked, immediately transitioning from uncomfortable, to agitated, "There isn't really much I can elaborate on. I- I didn't stay the whole time."
"What do you mean you didn't stay the whole time?" a shocked Lorelai asked. His sudden mood swing was quite odd.
"I cut the trip short," Luke stated matter-of-factly, hoping Lorelai would notice his curt tone and leave it at that.
"You were on a boat! How is that possible?"
"I got off at the next port and took a plane back home."
"It couldn't have been that bad, Luke!"
"It-It wasn't. I was actually having a good time before…" Luke trailed off.
"Before…" Luke sighed, not wanting to go any further. But knowing Lorelai's skills at getting information out of him, he relented.
"Before Nicole and I broke it off…I did try to stay on the boat, but the cabins were all full and I wasn't about to stay with her again. The cabin was too small for the both of us."
"You, uh, what?" Lorelai was once again shocked, and was almost positive her mouth was wide open. Luke and Nicole broke up! What the hell happened? Luke sucked in a deep breath.
"Nicole and I broke up," he repeated, this time slower and calmer. He got up from the table and made his way over to the fridge. Lorelai turned in her seat to follow him.
"Oh, Luke… I'm so sorry." Yeah, yeah, I'm not. But I'm trying to be the bigger person here. We can sing 'Ding, Dong, the Witch is Gone' later.
"Yeah," came Luke's response from behind the door.
"What happened?"
"It's complicated," he peered his head from out behind the door. "You want something to drink?" Lorelai looked down at her coffee cup and then back at Luke and shook her head.
"No, I'm good…Look, I know it's none of my business, but are you sure you don't want to talk about what happened?" Lorelai mustered up her best sympathetic expression for Luke, attempting to hide her complete elation at the announcement of the sudden departure of Nicole. Why am I so happy? The poor guy is probably hurt and I'm ready to dance around with sparklers? Hmmm, I wonder if Rory and I have any left from last year's 4th of July Picnic?
"There's not much to say. I'm fine," Luke reassured her and came back to the table with a glass of orange juice in hand. Instead of taking his former seat, he pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.
"I'm a terrific listener."
"No you're not," Luke shot back.
"I can try…" Lorelai gave him the Bambi eyes. Luke caved.
"Fine," he sighed again, "I've never been big on vacations, so I was a little irritated, but that didn't mean I wasn't enjoying myself. Nicole didn't get that and started nagging me, and that bugged the hell out of me," Lorelai smiled, trying to picture Luke on a deck chair with an annoyed expression, "She started picking fights with me, which I don't deal well with. Then we got into a big fight one night before dinner. I yelled, I was a little tipsy, she accused me of some things that weren't true. Nicole gave me an ultimatum. I don't do well with ultimatums, so I told her I was done and left."
"Wow," was all Lorelai could say. It was the most she had ever talked to Luke about relationships and, for some reason, she was feeling something gnawing in the pit of her stomach.
"Our next stop was in the Bahamas and I caught the next flight home. We haven't talked since, and she sent me a box of my stuff last week. End of story." He picked up his glass and took a swig of orange juice.
"Aw, Luke. I'm sorry," Lorelai finally spoke up again, patting his arm in a friendly and reassuring gesture. Luke gave her a weak smile in return.
"Don't be. It's probably for the best."
"But, still…break-ups are never easy."
"Yeah…I guess not," Luke responded, allowing silence to envelope his kitchen once more. He exhaled audibly and turned back to Lorelai. "I lied."
"What?"
"I think Nicole may have been right with one of her accusations," he said cryptically, looking Lorelai right in the eye. Lorelai swallowed.
"What do you mean?"
"She said…she thought I had feelings for someone else…I think she might have been right." Lorelai felt her heart speeding up. What's going on here? "It's something I've been trying to deny for a long time because I thought she wouldn't have me, but something Nicole said made me realize I never gave her a chance. I never showed her that I felt any different."
"L-Luke?" Lorelai managed to stutter out. Luke suddenly grabbed her hand that was still resting on his arm. The nagging feeling to bolt was going through Lorelai's head. "I-I should go. I told Rory to meet me at the diner and she probably ate my burger." Luke didn't let go.
"I never told you. Why the hell did I expect you to automatically know how I felt?" Lorelai didn't know what to say. She couldn't speak. Is this really happening?
"Oh…I-" But, Lorelai didn't get a chance to respond. Luke reached up and cupped her chin, quickly pressing his lips to hers. Lorelai immediately felt herself melt into his arms that began to circle around her. As her lips began to respond…
Lorelai bolted upright in bed in holy terror, failing to remember that she inhabited the top bunk of their hostel room, and rammed her head into the ceiling.
"Ow! Dammit!" She immediately fell back onto her pillow and began to lovingly rub the forming knot on her forehead. Why did I insist on getting the top bunk? What am I? Eight? Pain shot through her skull as she tried to take in her surroundings. What city am I in again? Oh, right…Nice. Nice is nice. Ha, gets me every time. Looks like I didn't get amnesia…What was with that dream? Why am I dreaming about kissing Luke? It felt so real. Why did it feel so real?
Lorelai willed the room to stop spinning, feeling the need to have her dream analyzed by the only person who would give her the best answer; Rory. She cautiously leaned over the railing and made out her daughter's sleeping frame in the moonlit room.
"Rory!" she hissed. No response from the slumbering bulk. "Rorrry!" Lorelai called out a little louder. Still nothing. "RORY!" she nearly yelled.
"Ugh," came the grunt from her only child.
"Wake up."
"Ugh," Lorelai was fluent in grunt, after years of hanging around Luke's and waking up her teenage daughter, and determined this groan meant, 'Why?'
"Because I had a weird dream and I need you to interpret it."
"The moon's still out!"
"That's because the sun's still sleepin'"
"Mo-om!"
"Ro-ry, I need you!"
"And I need sleep." Lorelai smiled, remembering the only way to get her daughter to open her eyes.
"Taylor in a man thong. Miss Patty wrapped in cellophane. Kirk covered in whipped cream, but you can still see his-"
"Okay! I'll analyze your dream! Jeez, I hate it when you do that."
"Yea!"
"Not so loud," Rory whispered, "You'll wake our roommates." Lorelai looked over at the neighboring bunk across the room, where the two Romanian girls snored lightly.
"Honey, they're so plastered that they would probably sleep through Armageddon."
"Fine." Rory rose, Lorelai still hung her head over the rail. "I'm up now. Are you happy?"
"Ecstatic. Come up here. My neck hurts."
"You woke me up, you come down here."
"Alright, I'm coming." Slowly, and ignoring the occasional jab of pain from her almost certainly bruised forehead, Lorelai crawled down the ladder and squeezed into Rory's bed. She was discouraged to find that her baby girl had her eyes closed again. "Hey! You can't do that!"
"What? I can still listen."
"Mommy has a dilemma, and she needs you to focus, which means you need to keep your eyes open for more than five seconds."
"Your dream couldn't have been that bad," Rory said, opening her eyes and scooting over to share her pillow with Lorelai. She turned face the wall.
"It had me kissing Luke! Of course it was that bad!"
"Again," Rory said turning her head back toward Lorelai with a smirk.
"Yes! And it's really bugging me."
"Don't you think that your subconscious is telling you something?"
"No," Lorelai let out in exasperation, "It's not saying anything other than I'm nuts and I shouldn't have had that old marshmallow that I found in my purse before bed."
"Alright, tell me the dream from the beginning and we'll sort through this."
"Okay. So, I walked into the diner, and was talking to Caesar and we were apparently back from Europe. He told me that Luke was upstairs and I…"
Seven minutes and twenty tangents later, Lorelai was getting to the end of her dream, "So, he told me that he didn't know why he expected me to know that he had feelings for me, when he never told me, then he kissed me and I woke up….What do you think?" No response from Rory. "Take it away, Sigmund…" Nothing. "Okay, I get it. You're formulating…" Silence. "Could you formulate a little faster…" No sound, no movement. Oh, no she didn't…"Ro-ry." Lorelai peeked her head over Rory's side and noticed that her daughter's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavy. I can't believe she fell asleep. I even did the Luke voice to emphasize certain points. Jeez Louise.
Lorelai sighed. She would simply have to recount her dream again in the morning. In the meantime, she was feeling sleepy again. Crazy Luke thoughts exhausted Lorelai. I bet Freud would never fall asleep during a session. He liked these crazy dreams…Where's Freud when you need him?
Nearly a week after the incident on the boat deck, Luke was lying in bed, waiting for his girlfriend to join him for the night. He leafed through the newspaper, not satisfied by the sports scores in front of him. Red Sox lost. Yankees won. Damn it all. He attempted to cheer himself up by reading an article about Curt Schilling's pitching stats, but his thought processes were interrupted by the muffled voice coming from the bathroom.
"I cannot believe we fell for it yet again! Three times in a row we sat through that thing."
"Technically the second time wasn't our fault." He answered, averting his eyes from the printed word.
"Yes, true, but we still sat through the whole show again. That's our own damn fault. We could've walked out."
"I guess I held out hope that the water glass guy would be better a second time around."
"But he wasn't! I mean, it was worse than sitting through all of Sandra Bullock's scenes in Miss Congeniality, but at least we got to see Benjamin Bratt every once in awhile. And let me tell you, this guy was no Benjamin Bratt."
"If you hate that movie so much, why do you always insist on watching it whenever it's on TV?" Luke projected his voice to the bathroom, trying to be heard over the running water in the sink. What the hell is taking her so long? But, I guess she is worth the wait...
"It fascinates me. It's like Justin Timberlake"
"I fail to see the connection."
"He has all these songs on the radio right now, practically every other song. His voice is this whiny, pitchy concoction, picking out tunes a white boy from Florida should not be singing, and frankly, it irritates me. But, the next day, I'm at the grocery store, looking at Pop Tarts, and there's no S'more flavor left, and a very high pitched "Cry Me a River" suddenly comes out of my mouth. Then, all day long, I proceed to hum "Cry Me a River." Then, it becomes ingrained in my head. Once it becomes ingrained, I start to tolerate it. Then, like it a little. Then, like it a little more. Then, a little more…
"Are we getting to a point anytime soon?"
"Hello! Benjamin Bratt!"
"I don't even know why I bother to follow her conversation," Luke muttered to himself, turning his attention back to Schilling's article.
"You do realize that I have impeccable hearing?" Luke sighed, but wasn't as annoyed as he let on. He liked bantering with her. Hell, he loved bantering with her.
"Did we learn our lesson tonight?" He asked the voice in the bathroom, deciding to ultimately abandon his paper on the nightstand.
"My white heels are definitely not a good shoe to wear on the east deck."
"Okay…that and always confirm what show the new couple we meet is going to before we even agree to go with them."
"Two very good codes to live by on this cruise."
"I couldn't agree with you more," Luke said as he lay back on his pillows, propping his hands under his head, elbows jetting out. "Jeez, are you coming to bed any time soon?"
"A little frustrated, are we?" the voice taunted, "Gimme another minute."
"You said that ten minutes ago."
"Believe me, patience is a virtue. It'll all be worth it in a couple of minutes." Luke could almost see her eyebrow raise in that sexy, suggestive manner that always drove him crazy.
"Try telling yourself that the next time you come into my diner in a caffeine frenzy." Luke could hear the light spritzing sound reverberate off the tiled walls of the small bathroom. Distinctly perfume. Luke smiled at that. He could already smell her.
"Did you already read the sports scores, babe?" She asked, obviously wanting to make her entrance a surprise by distracting him. Luke was no fool. He turned toward the bathroom door and saw her silhouette doing last minute hair fluffing in the mirror.
"Sox lost."
"Aw, your team."
"Yeah, my team." He liked that she had made it a point to learn all his teams. It was the more thoughtful side of his girlfriend that he never knew she possessed. He always knew she was a little self-centered, and, for some reason, found that endearing. But, he liked this hidden, more thoughtful side of her. He loved this side of her.
"Then, I promise I'll make it up to you," the sultry voice cooed.
Lorelai Gilmore stepped out of the small cabin bathroom, sticking out her leg first to show off the side slit of the short, hot pink nightie. Luke made sure he took note of how well the silk hugged her curves. The soft pink lace gave a small peek of her cleavage and brushed her thighs and he suppressed a grunt of pleasure. God, she has some great legs.
"Hey there, sailor." She saw Luke's Adam's apple shift in his neck as he slowly swallowed and she gave him her best seductive smile.
"Hey yourself," Luke stated evenly, using his arms to prop him up until his back was aligned against the headboard. Lorelai saw his eyes subtly move as he looked at her up in down. Yep, render him speechless. That was the exact reaction she was hoping for.
"Okay, when I stepped out of the bathroom in the dramatic manner that I painstakingly rehearsed when you went out looking for a beer earlier, I was at least hoping for some whistling and maybe a crude comment or two," she teased. Luke let out a low, descending whistle, his playfulness surprising her. "Now see, that wasn't so hard, was it Bogy?"
"I was just getting ready to comment on that and your many other physical attributes if you just gave me another minute."
"Were you now?" Lorelai teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Would you just get over here?" Lorelai grinned and made her way over to the bed, adding a little swivel to her hips just for her hunky vacation partner. "Jeez," was Luke's response, but instead of rolling his eyes, he grinned and threw back the sheet as she crawled in. His hand made its way over to her face as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear and leaned in so that his lips were practically touching hers. "I'm glad you decided to come on this cruise with me," he practically whispered as he brushed her nose with his.
"I'm glad you asked me." Lorelai responded, then closed the final millimeters of distance between them, kissing his lips softly. It didn't take long for the kiss to grow hungry with passion as they reverted to their intimate pattern. Luke was beginning to wonder how he got to be so lucky. A stunningly beautiful woman was crazy about him, and proving it by wearing the skimpiest of lingerie and currently running her hand underneath his shirt and up to his chest. She drove him nuts, but always in a good way, as she positioned her legs on either side of him and began kissing his jaw. Lorelai alternated trailing kisses down his neck and slowly made her way up to his earlobe. She knew exactly what to do to make him react and to drive him up the wall. To make him say rash bedroom things that deep down he meant, but normally would have been too afraid to voice. To make him confess things that he had been thinking about ever since they crossed that line from friendship and into something more, but his fear of scaring her off usually held him back.
"I think…you may have…jeez, Lorelai…been right…about…cruises." Luke managed to get out intermittently as Lorelai sucked on his earlobe. Lorelai stopped and looked into his eyes, smiling, feeling his hands grip tighter around her waist, pulling her in closer.
"Oh yeah?" she asked. Luke leaned in and kissed her eagerly.
"Makes you want…to do things…say things," He vocalized gruffly in between light pecks.
"Is that right?" Lorelai said in an alluring voice as she tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
"Marry me," Luke blurted out of nowhere. He even caught himself off guard. What are you thinking, Danes? Lorelai pulled back and looked at him seriously, brows furrowed. She opened her mouth to say something in response, but before she spoke…
Luke woke up and shot right out of his lying down position, the rapid motion causing his head to spin.
Luke tried to take in his surroundings in the dark room. Where was he again? He could see 1:15 flashing red from the alarm clock against a stark white wall. He was in bed with someone, but as he turned to see her face, it wasn't the dark haired beauty he was dreaming about it. It was Nicole. Then, the reality of his current location hit him like a 2X4. He was with Nicole. He was on a cruise with Nicole. Why do I keep dreaming about Lorelai? As if on cue, Nicole shifted in bed as she faced him, obviously as awake as he was right now. She rose up and looked him right in the eyes so they were on the same level.
"You're really serious, aren't you?" Nicole asked sleepily. Luke eyes widened with confusion. What is she babbling about? Is she sleep-talking? Did I say something in my sleep? God, I didn't say Lorelai's name, did I? Luke remained silent, not knowing what else to say, just looking at Nicole. She seemed to be processing something, then nodded slowly as she said, "Okay."
"Okay what?" Luke asked. Her brow furrowed a bit as she tilted her head to the side.
"Okay, I'll marry you." Nicole said dryly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. What the hell? I didn't propose, did I? I think I would have remembered that. I didn't have that many beers and I definitely avoided the Mai Tai bar. Oh crap, crap, crap, I proposed to Lorelai in my dream. Dammit, I must have talked in my sleep. Nicole thinks I really proposed. What the hell am I going to do to get out of this one? It's like I'm in a frakkin' sitcom! "I mean," Nicole continued, oblivious to Luke's inner turmoil, "I definitely wasn't expecting it, but what the hell, we have a good thing going here. Let's do it."
Before Luke even got a chance to respond or even clarify what happened, Nicole's lips were pressed hard against his. He wanted to fight her off, but his brain was reeling with only one thought as she tugged at the bottom of his shirt: Oh shit!
A/N: Muhahahahahahaha! I know, I know, I'm evil. Did I get you guys? Now do you know why I love this chapter so much? So yeah, my guess is that you didn't think Lorelai's dream was a dream at first. I'm sure you figured out that Luke was dreaming early on, and knew he was talking to Lorelai in the bathroom, and whatnot. But, were you expecting Luke to sleep talk? Did you expect Nicole to be awake and think the proposal was meant for her? I bet not!
I love dreams. They are so fun to work with. I know these dreams may seem very realistic, but the reason why I did that is because I usually have very detailed dreams, and, well, I'm going off experience here. Another thing I love about realistic dreams is there is always a clue or an element that tells you that it is, in fact, a dream and not reality. Sometimes it's Austin Powers showing up and saying "Shagadelic," to you in a pink house on rolling hills. Sometimes, its kids you knew in junior high pulling off their facial masks to reveal that they are the Russian mafia that's been chasing you. Sometimes, it's Muppet Babies in your bathtub, hiding from the T-rex that's coming closer and closer to your house (and yes, these are all very detailed dreams that I've had. Even the Jurassic Park/Muppet Babies dream. I wouldn't make something so ridiculous like that up). But, for Luke and Lorelai, these little clues are more subtle. Well, maybe not so much in Luke's case. I mean, come on, he's dream fantasizing about Lorelai walking out of his bathroom in lingerie and then straddling him, haha. But, I think the moment that dream clue came for Lorelai was when Luke said "I lied," and began to explain that he had feelings for her. At this point, I don't think Lorelai sees that moment as a reality. She can't picture Luke actually confessing his feelings to her because she's still unsure that he does have a thing for her. It's the stuff of dreams, baby.
I'd LOVE, and I do mean LOVE, to hear what you think of this chapter. Even two word reviews will suffice (or the long ones, ya know I love the long ones. Look how much I ramble. I always have a lot to say so I always like it when you have a lot to say), as long as you REVIEW. Puhhhleeeeezzeee! I really need motivation for the next chapter b/c I haven't started writing it yet. Suggestions are always welcome. I need feedback and your ideas please. I'm not above groveling. Here's what I got so far…
Chapter 4 "I'm Not Going to Anna Nicole Prince Ranier!": Lorelai and Rory are in Monaco and Lorelai is still distracted by the dream. This will eventually lead to Rory trying to talk about relationships and the men in Lorelai's life in an attempt to distract herself from the "J-word" (not Jesus, the other one). Lorelai gets very defensive when Rory makes a comment about Luke…But, on the other hand, not quite sure how I'm going to make those transitions. Suggestions, please! Review, please!