Chapter 6: Just To Talk


Okay, it's 6:52. Luke will be here in eight minutes…I can't believe I'm counting the minutes until he gets here. So, so, incredibly pathetic


I'm running around the house, trying to make it look at least a little bit clean, all while I'm getting ready. Fold the blanket. Brush my hair. Throw away the take-out boxes. Put in my earrings. Clean my room. Put on my shoes. Clean the bathroom. Tie up my hair. Clean up the potted plant dirt I knocked over hopping around trying to put on my shoes. Take down my hair. What am I doing? It's like I'm getting ready for a date, which is completely off. Luke is only coming over to talk, just to talk. So why am I so nervous?


Oh, there goes the doorbell. I take one last look at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door, hoping my dress isn't too low-cut. Oh, god please let it be too low-cut. Okay, here goes. I open the door. Ah, I shouldn't have done that. He is one word: perfect.


"Hey," he sighs, taking a deep breath, which causes his shirt to stretch over his torso. And I'm just standing there, staring at his gorgeous chest. "Lorelai?" snaps me out of my trance. Darn, now I have to talk. That might prove difficult, I can hardly breathe. "Are you okay?" I nod, still unable to talk. How does Luke do that? He just stands there and breathes and can't talk. It's like some superpower. I wonder if you're born with that or if it develops with practice.


"Hi," I finally breathe out. I'm an idiot. I'm a big bumbling idiot. Why did I call him? Oh right, to break up with him. But is it really breaking up if we haven't actually gone out on a date? I mean, I know we kissed. Hell, we made out. Okay, fine, we slept together but that doesn't mean we're together, does it?


Oh, he's holding out something to me. What are they? I'm having a little bit of trouble focusing my eyes. They are going in two opposite directions. God, I need coffee. "These are for you. They're, you know, roses." Right, roses, that's what they are. I can see them now.


"Oh my god, thank you, these are so beautiful!" I look up at him with an enormous smile on my face. Damn. I forgot lip gloss. How could I forget lip gloss? Oh yeah, I was distracted. Shoot, its freezing! He should come in. "Are you planning to just stand there and freeze your ass off or are you going to come in?" Whew, there's the old Lorelai wit. I step aside and let him come in. As he passes me I catch a whiff of his cologne. Hm, I don't remember him ever wearing cologne before. It smells nice.


I close the door and follow him into the kitchen, where he is taking out the food. The table is covered with food. There are a couple of Luke's famous burgers along with a big platter of fries with some pie for dessert. Luke takes out a huge thermos of coffee. He knows me so well.


I sit down at the table and take a deep breath. I completely forget that makes my breast almost fall out of my dress. Of course, I realize it a second later and sort of deflate. I'm blushing like crazy. How many times do I have to tell myself: this is NOT a date! It's merely Luke and me discussing some serious matters over dinner. Okay, so it SOUNDS like a date, but that is exactly what it is not. Look at yourself, Lorelai. You are in such denial. You know how much you want this to be a date. Just kiss him and then bring up Nicole.


Okay. Right, like that's ever going to happen


"Are you going to eat at all? You've been staring at that cheeseburger for five minutes. You look as if it's something healthy!" Luke jokes as I snap back to reality. His little comment however inclines me to scrutinize my burger. I sniff it before I take a bite. Good that I did! I glare at Luke. How could he do this? He knows that I know when something is authentic or not.


"You used light bread."


"What?"


"You used light bread and low-fat cheese!"


"How can you tell? They taste exactly the same!" It's so much fun watching Luke flail his arms around trying to convince me to eat healthy food. I playfully pout my lips.


"No!" I say in a toddler's voice. "I want junk food! Waaah!" I feel a hand shut me up. I look at the seat opposite me. It's empty. Thank God, or I would be scared half to death right about now. I smile into his hand and playfully bite one of his fingers so he'll move them. He complies. I turn around in my chair and whisper, "We can talk later," and pull him down to meet his lips with mine.


To be continued...