February 2020

Luke x Lorelai (GG)

My fave writing for this ship (but pre-ship), that I done a bit ago and edited on 1/30 and 1/31...

February 1st 2020

Word Count: 1803 words

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Summary:

When Lorelai returns to Stars Hollow after her trip with Rory.

Luke missed her. He missed Lorelai being home and that affected his attitude. He was antsy when it got closer to the day she would return home to him. It had gotten worse though the day of their return. He tried to force himself not to look up every time the door opened on the day they were due back. There was no reason to expect them to stop by the diner.

Knowing them, they'd be battling jet lag, having chosen to make fun of the airplane movies rather than sleep. He always told them that it was different in real life and they should quit laughing. But they did not take his advice. He thought that they would probably drive straight home and crawl right into bed. That they probably would call it a day, even though the day just started.

But he looked up every time the door opened anyway. His heart didn't let his mind have control of his eyes looking at that door. One time it was Taylor, bearing a stack of fliers for one of his pet projects.

"Go away, Taylor," he said, before Taylor could get a word out.

"But..." Taylor spluttered like a record needle skipping across grooves.

"Go away, Taylor."

"Luke, will you just..."

He fixed a glare on Taylor, his famous glare he always gave him. Taylor actually flinched and retreated, muttering about how unreasonable Luke was being. Also, Taylor was muttering about how his idea of hiring an organ grinder and a monkey would certainly increase summer tourism. He actually left Luke's without another word. Luke's dream come true. 

The next time it was Kirk, who sat down at the counter and declared, "I'm going off dairy. What do you have that's vegan?" He was always doing something off the way, but he was always there. He should know the menu with his eyes closed. Here he was asking that question.

Luke didn't even bother to reply, he knew that Kirk was trying to just start small talk. That was something he had done everyday and today was not a day for small talk, for the diner owner. Kirk was perfectly capable of carrying on an entire conversation by himself.

"Anything with cheese is out. No pastries, either. And definitely no cheese pastries." Today was not a pastry day, though. Today was cake, carrot and coffee cake. Luke went by a schedule.

"Kirk, I don't have any pastries, nevertheless no cheese pastries. What do you want?"

"Never mind. I'm not hungry." He swung off the stool, then turned back around. "Do you know when Lorelai's getting back?"

"No idea," Luke said. He wanted that same answer, he wanted her home. He wanted the beautiful woman home and dealing with the cheesy films that she has seen so much. He loved everything about her. He wanted her to talk his head off about the trip and what to eat for dinner. If she wanted him to cook for her or if she wanted to order in some greasy pizzas and Chinese food, knowing that they wouldn't eat it all at once. Sure, they were simply just friends, but he would take that over nothing. It took years to get this close and he would not trade it for the world.

Then the door opened, he looked up before he could stop himself, she was there.

"Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!" she cried piteously, dropping into the nearest chair and pillowing her head on the table. Her bags dropped on the floor beside her. Her dark hair looked like medusa and it showed she attempted sleep before it.