Title:
Winterblue
Author: Jane
Rating: PG
Summary: Lorelai and Luke are stuck together during a surprise snow storm.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"To every life a light that shines
To every heart a beat that's true
You're my yellow summer
You're my winterblue" - Heather Nova's "Winterblue"
Lorelai Gilmore stood reluctantly shifting through her closet. She looked longingly
at her favorite blue sweater, all fuzzy and packed up in the "winter"
box. She didn't see why seasons had to change at all. If she had it her way,
it would be winter forever. She hated saying good-bye to snow... and to her
favorite blue sweater.
"Put it away," Lorelai turned around to see Rory looking at her knowingly.
"But..." She began.
"It's almost t-shirt season," Rory reasoned.
Lorelai pouted and draped an arm over her daughter's shoulder.
"I miss the snow already," She sighed.
"Me too," Rory smiled sadly.
"Coffee's always best in winter," Lorelai sighed again.
"Agreed. Ok, compromise. If you put the sweater away, I'll take you to Luke's to get some coffee. I'll even pay." Rory suggested.
"You'll pay? I see," Lorelai smiled. "Sounds like a plan. I'll be down in a minute, okay?"
"Don't try anything tricky," Rory wagged a finger at her. Lorelai made sure Rory was gone before she sneakily grabbed her favorite sweater out of the box and into her closet.
"Heck to Spring," Lorelai smiled.
"What is that?" Lorelai gasped in surprise at the flower pot atop Luke's counter. It was full with daisies.
Luke glared at the flower pot. "Damn that Taylor Doose."
"Huh," Lorelai frowned. She could have sworn the flowers glared back at him.
Rory smiled. "You gave in?"
Luke grew serious as he poured their coffee. "I didn't give in. It's just a flower pot to shut the guy up."
"In other words, you gave in," Lorelai pointed out.
"I didn't..." Luke protested.
"He gave in," Rory nodded to her mom.
"I hate Spring," Lorelai blurted out.
"You hate Spring? What kind of person in the right mind hates Spring?" Luke frowned.
"Me. I hate Spring because there's no snow,"
"She becomes grouchy," Rory nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, flowers are pretty. But snow... snow is magical," Lorelai smiled.
"I say we ship her to Alaska. Make her live in an igloo with those tuxedo birds. What do you say?" Luke smiled at Rory.
"Hey!" Lorelai exclaimed in defense.
"I say I've got stamps," Rory grinned.
Lorelai paced around the house uneasily. Rory had left to go to Paris' birthday party an hour ago and now she had nothing to do. She supposed she could watch some television. Yes, television. That always worked.
She flipped through the channels and found nothing interesting other than an info-mercial selling a chicken roaster. Lorelai stared at the chicken roasting and had the sudden urge to cook something. Of course, she knew it wasn't the smartest of ideas. It had taken her a week to figure out how to actually work the oven, let alone cook something with it. Besides, the oven was unusable... it was a great storage place for shoes however. Lorelai scratched her head. She remembered the last thing she cooked was that Hamburger Helper thingy. And it looked nothing like it was suppose to look.
"I want to cook. I want to roast a chicken on a roasting thingy," Lorelai whined to herself. She turned off the television and shuffled her way into the kitchen.
"Pie!" She cried out suddenly, rushing into her kitchen cabinets. She took out the pudding mix, already made crust, and other various things and started mixing away.
In an hour, the kitchen looked like it had been hit by hurricane.
Lorelai frowned, looking around the kitchen in frustration. Her hair was a mess with flour as she sat in the middle of the room with a spoon dripping with chocolate pudding. Defeated, Lorelai reluctantly stood up and opted to find something to heat up. Behind the day old pizza slice and some funky veggie thing Babette made her, Lorelai found a half-eaten burger from Luke's. Instead of heating it up, she tossed on her coat and went off to get some real dinner.
"Geez, it's freezing out there! I thought it was suppose to be warm today!" Lorelai shivered as she walked into the diner. "Think that's a sign?"
Luke looked up from the counter. "Don't tell me you tried to cook."
"What? I did not! What makes you say such a thing!" Lorelai cried out.
"Well unless you stuck your head in flour for fun or you were cooking. Trying to cook," Luke said smuggly. "Burger?"
"Pie. And yes with coffee please." Lorelai shook her hair to try to get the flour out.
"Pie?"
"Yes, pie. I tried to make pie. It was coming out good for a while there,"
"What happened?" Luke asked.
"You see, there was an earthquake. And I hid under the table. While the earthquake was... quaking... a big dog ran into my house and kicked over my pie, moving the table, causing flour to fall on me."
"There was an earthquake only in your kitchen?" Luke laughed.
"Yes."
"And a... big dog kicked your pie?"
"Yes again."
Luke shook his head at her, absolutely annoyed and absolutely in love with her. It was just too hard not to fall for someone like Lorelai. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and such a great person. It was too bad though. That it was hard to fall for someone like him. Luke adverted his eyes and went off to get her burger.
In the meantime, unknowingly, snow began to fall heavily in Stars Hollow.
To
be continued...