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Aber ich geb euch das nächste Kapitel, das ist doch auch was
Chapter 16: Maaaax Medina
It was getting cold in Connecticut two weeks after Rory’s birthday and Lorelai was so on the edge by the whole situation at home that the last Friday night dinner had been a disaster. An unnerved Lorelai and a happy Emily didn’t merge too well and Luke had stayed out of it, what annoyed Lorelai even more.
They were back to their normal banter during the day, but in the evening he still retreated to the couch. Lorelai hadn’t asked him to come back, for her it had been clear that he would come back to their bed once their fight was over, but he didn’t.
She wanted to ask him, wanted him back in her bed, but she didn’t dare to ask, because she was afraid it would get awkward between them again, or worse, they would fight again.
So Luke was sleeping on the couch, night after night and his back was killing him. He had a stiff neck and every move he made hurt, yet he didn’t want to go back to bed.
Lorelai hadn’t asked him back and he had intruded in her personal space to begin with. He thought about putting a real bed into the living room, but he knew that Lorelai would have never agreed to that and he didn’t want to risk another fight. He knew they had to face the problems at one point or the other, but he didn’t feel ready yet.
This evening Lorelai was sitting on the couch. Luke had called and told her that Caesar was sick and he had to clean up the diner all by himself. She had thought about going to the diner to help him, but then something had distracted her.
Max had called. She hadn’t answered the phone, thanking god again for the invention of a callers ID, and he had left a message on the answering machine, which she was now listening to.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina. And once again we miss each other. It's now ten o'clock in the evening on Thursday and I'm still in my office grading a paper titled "Emily Dickinson: Get a life." Anyhow, as I sit here losing my faith in mankind, I wonder if we're ever gonna actually go on that date we talked about many moons ago. I teach a night class in Stamford twice a week, and when I pass that Stars Hollow sign on the turnpike, I think, out there is a beautiful woman that I someday hope to spend time with. Anyhow, I'm just thinking about you, and I don't know, maybe next week we can find some time. Goodbye Lorelai. . .Gilmore. You knew that. Okay, bye,” the voice said and Lorelai pressed the play button again.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina….”, he said again while Lorelai was deep in thoughts. What should she do with him? She had ignored his calls, the one time he had called at the Inn, she had refused to go on a date him with. What else could she do? She felt sorry for him and didn’t want to tell him off in a harsh way either, because he was a nice guy and she liked him. Not as much as she liked Luke though. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t even hear Rory come out of her room.
“Mom?”, the teen asked.
“. .And once again we miss each other. . “ Max’s voice said.
“Sorry!“, Lorelai said and stopped the answering machine.
“What are you doing up?” Rory asked her.
“I can’t sleep”, Lorelai said truthfully.
“Its freezing in here”, Rory said and went over to the open window to close it.
“Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow”, Lorelai smiled.
“Ah, it's that time of year”, Rory nodded.
“Can't you smell it?”
“You know, it's like dogs and high-pitched noises. I think it's something only you can smell”, Rory grinned and sat down next t her mother and got under the blanket as well.
“I love snow”, Lorelai sighed.
“Really, I had no idea”, laughed Rory.
“Everything's magical when it snows, everything looks pretty. The clothes are great. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats”, Lorelai smiled.
“Thermal underwear, wool socks, ear flaps”, Rory went on.
“Do you know that the best things in my life have happened when it snowed?”
“Why, yes, I do”, nodded Rory.
“My best birthday”.
“Your first kiss”.
“Your first steps. They all happened when it snowed”, Lorelai smiled happily.
“So what do you think will happen this year?” Rory asked her mother.
“I don’t know. Guess I’ll have to wait and find out”, Lorelai shrugged.
“Maybe Mr. Medina will show up here again to ask you on another date”, Rory said.
“And that would be a good thing why?” Lorelai looked at Rory.
“I don’t know. You’re the one sitting in the cold listening to this message over and over again”.
“I’m thinking about how to tell him off without hurting him. He is a nice guy this Mr. Medina and I would definitely date him if…” Lorelai trailed of and sighed.
“If there wasn’t Luke”, Rory finished her sentence.
“Mmh”, Lorelai just made and sighed again. Rory, who knew she wouldn’t get more than this out of her mother, decided to change the topic again.
“So, how soon is it supposed to hit?” she asked and pointed to the window.
“Hm. Tomorrow. . .definitely tomorrow”, Lorelai said after sniffing again.
“Okay, then, tomorrow it is”, Rory smiled.
“What?”
”You, me, Luke, donuts, coffee, standing out in a snowstorm”, Rory enlightened her.
“At midnight?” Lorelai asked.
“At midnight”, Rory nodded.
“Do you really think Luke will stand out in the snow at midnight?” Lorelai asked her.
“Believe me he will. Otherwise I will start pouting and he can never resist the pout”, Rory grinned.
“You are my favorite daughter”, Lorelai exclaimed and bounced excited on the couch.
“Ok, on that note I will go back to bed. Goodnight” Rory said, got up nd kissed her mother’s cheek
“Goodnight”, Lorelai yelled after her and pushed play again, because she still hadn’t found a solution for her problem.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina. . .”, she heard again and sighed. Why was everything so complicated?
~*~
When Luke came home that night the first thing he notices was how incredibly cold it was inside the house. Without taking of his jacket he walked into the living- room.
“Ah jeez”, he muttered when he saw the open window and closed it immediately. He checked the heating and found it burning. “Crazy Lady”, he added when he found Lorelai sleeping on the couch, a light blanket thrown over her legs and feet, while her nose was already red from the cold.
He took the blanket away and wanted to lift her up, when something glided out of her hands and fell on the couch.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina. . .”, the voice of Rory’s teacher echoed through the room. As quickly as Luke could he hit the button with one finger to stop the message. He thought about dumping Lorelai back on the couch, because anger hit him again, but then she snuggled into him, rubbing her cold nose on his jacket over his chest.
“No Max…. Luke”, she mumbled in her sleep and although Luke wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but the “No Max” part was enough to calm him and bring a smile on his face.
He carried her up the stairs into their warm bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed and tucked her in. He made sure her feet were under the blanket and then walked into the bathroom to get ready himself.
When he came back out he looked at Lorelai’s sleeping form on the bed and knew that there was no way he could sleep in the icy living-room. Lorelai might already be sick, so he shouldn’t take a chance to get sick as well.
So he got in beside her and was surprised when she immediately rolled over and had him in a death grip in a matter of seconds.
Luke just smiled and hugged her to him, placed a kiss on her forehead and went sleep himself, exhausted from the long day.
~*~
Lorelai wasn’t sure if she had imagined Luke beside her that night or if he had really slept in their bed again, because he had been gone before she woke up. Yet he must have carried her to the bed and tucked her in and that showed that he cared.
The Inn was busy that day and so she hadn’t time to contemplate that issue further and when Michel came to her with the phone and her mother had told her that Rory wouldn’t be able to come back to Stars Hollow because of the snow storm, Lorelai’s spirits sank.
Her mood got better though when she took her walk through the snow that evening. It was nice, because everything was beautiful, white and silent.
That was until she reached the town square where the re-enactors were arguing with Luke. She decided to stay and watch the show for a moment.
“Harry, come on, stop this before somebody drives through town and thinks the local mental institution has bad padlocks”, Luke said unnerved.
“Luke, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Your father was a re-enactor”.
“Yes, and I thought he was crazy also”, Luke shot back.
“There goes the fire chief, the police chief and the one paramedic with a valid license. I feel safe, don't you?”, Lorelaia asked and walked over to where Luke was standing.
“Look at them, all relatively intelligent men, but there they are dressed up in costumes, standing out in a snowstorm, and for what?”, Luke asked her.
“Because it's tradition,” she shrugged.
“Tradition is a trap, it allows people to stick their head in the sand. Everything in the past was so quaint, so charming. Times were simpler. Kids didn't have sex. Neighbors knew each other. It's a freaking fairy tale. Things sucked then, too. It just sucked without indoor plumbing” Luke ranted.
“I think some traditions are nice. Birthdays. Holidays. Taking a walk in the first snow of the season”, she grinned.
“I didn't get the Hallmark card for that one”.
“When I was five, I had a really bad ear infection and I had been home in bed for a week and I was very sad. So I wished really hard that something wonderful would happen to me, and I woke up the next morning and it had snowed. And I was sure that some fairy godmother had done it just for me. It was my little present”, she told him with a smiled.
“Your parents never explained the concept of weather to you?” he asked her, but grinned.
“I am making a point, Mouthy McGee. Of course, many years later, I realized that logically, the snow was not there for me personally. But, still, when it snows, something inside me says, 'hey, that's your present.' I don't think it'll ever change,” she sighed happily.
“Come on in, I'll get you some coffee”, Luke asked her then, not wanting her out in the cold for much longer.
“No, thanks. I'm gonna walk around. Enjoy my present a little,” she said. “You want to join me?” she asked him then.
“Join you walking around in the cold, in the middle of the night only to freeze my nose off and get wet feet?!” he asked her.
“Sounds fun, huh?” she grinned and nudged him in the side. Luke nudged her back and Lorelai started to laugh then looked up and their eyes locked, just like at Rory’s birthday party weeks ago.
This time though they didn’t want to look away, but at the same time knew they couldn’t keep it up because they were surrounded by half of the town.
“Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll come after I brought these loons something to drink, so they won’t freeze to death”, he said in a low and soft voice, their eyes still locked.
“Okay”, she said quietly and gave him a shy and nervous smile before she walked away. She glanced back over her shoulder and laughed when Luke rolled his eyes at her while he took the orders from the men.
When she was around the corner she couldn’t help but squeal and skip a bit, because she knew this was her chance, her chance with Luke.
Where could she go with him? To the lake? It was beautiful and romantic there. Or maybe they should just go home and she could cuddle close to him on the couch, pretending she was cold? She could…
“Well, well, well”, she suddenly heard a familiar voice and whirled around.
“What are you doing here at this time of night?” Max Medina grinned at her and Lorelai squeezed her eyes shut. This just couldn’t be true. Snow couldn't have lost it's magic!
TBC
Aber ich geb euch das nächste Kapitel, das ist doch auch was
Chapter 16: Maaaax Medina
It was getting cold in Connecticut two weeks after Rory’s birthday and Lorelai was so on the edge by the whole situation at home that the last Friday night dinner had been a disaster. An unnerved Lorelai and a happy Emily didn’t merge too well and Luke had stayed out of it, what annoyed Lorelai even more.
They were back to their normal banter during the day, but in the evening he still retreated to the couch. Lorelai hadn’t asked him to come back, for her it had been clear that he would come back to their bed once their fight was over, but he didn’t.
She wanted to ask him, wanted him back in her bed, but she didn’t dare to ask, because she was afraid it would get awkward between them again, or worse, they would fight again.
So Luke was sleeping on the couch, night after night and his back was killing him. He had a stiff neck and every move he made hurt, yet he didn’t want to go back to bed.
Lorelai hadn’t asked him back and he had intruded in her personal space to begin with. He thought about putting a real bed into the living room, but he knew that Lorelai would have never agreed to that and he didn’t want to risk another fight. He knew they had to face the problems at one point or the other, but he didn’t feel ready yet.
This evening Lorelai was sitting on the couch. Luke had called and told her that Caesar was sick and he had to clean up the diner all by himself. She had thought about going to the diner to help him, but then something had distracted her.
Max had called. She hadn’t answered the phone, thanking god again for the invention of a callers ID, and he had left a message on the answering machine, which she was now listening to.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina. And once again we miss each other. It's now ten o'clock in the evening on Thursday and I'm still in my office grading a paper titled "Emily Dickinson: Get a life." Anyhow, as I sit here losing my faith in mankind, I wonder if we're ever gonna actually go on that date we talked about many moons ago. I teach a night class in Stamford twice a week, and when I pass that Stars Hollow sign on the turnpike, I think, out there is a beautiful woman that I someday hope to spend time with. Anyhow, I'm just thinking about you, and I don't know, maybe next week we can find some time. Goodbye Lorelai. . .Gilmore. You knew that. Okay, bye,” the voice said and Lorelai pressed the play button again.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina….”, he said again while Lorelai was deep in thoughts. What should she do with him? She had ignored his calls, the one time he had called at the Inn, she had refused to go on a date him with. What else could she do? She felt sorry for him and didn’t want to tell him off in a harsh way either, because he was a nice guy and she liked him. Not as much as she liked Luke though. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t even hear Rory come out of her room.
“Mom?”, the teen asked.
“. .And once again we miss each other. . “ Max’s voice said.
“Sorry!“, Lorelai said and stopped the answering machine.
“What are you doing up?” Rory asked her.
“I can’t sleep”, Lorelai said truthfully.
“Its freezing in here”, Rory said and went over to the open window to close it.
“Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow”, Lorelai smiled.
“Ah, it's that time of year”, Rory nodded.
“Can't you smell it?”
“You know, it's like dogs and high-pitched noises. I think it's something only you can smell”, Rory grinned and sat down next t her mother and got under the blanket as well.
“I love snow”, Lorelai sighed.
“Really, I had no idea”, laughed Rory.
“Everything's magical when it snows, everything looks pretty. The clothes are great. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats”, Lorelai smiled.
“Thermal underwear, wool socks, ear flaps”, Rory went on.
“Do you know that the best things in my life have happened when it snowed?”
“Why, yes, I do”, nodded Rory.
“My best birthday”.
“Your first kiss”.
“Your first steps. They all happened when it snowed”, Lorelai smiled happily.
“So what do you think will happen this year?” Rory asked her mother.
“I don’t know. Guess I’ll have to wait and find out”, Lorelai shrugged.
“Maybe Mr. Medina will show up here again to ask you on another date”, Rory said.
“And that would be a good thing why?” Lorelai looked at Rory.
“I don’t know. You’re the one sitting in the cold listening to this message over and over again”.
“I’m thinking about how to tell him off without hurting him. He is a nice guy this Mr. Medina and I would definitely date him if…” Lorelai trailed of and sighed.
“If there wasn’t Luke”, Rory finished her sentence.
“Mmh”, Lorelai just made and sighed again. Rory, who knew she wouldn’t get more than this out of her mother, decided to change the topic again.
“So, how soon is it supposed to hit?” she asked and pointed to the window.
“Hm. Tomorrow. . .definitely tomorrow”, Lorelai said after sniffing again.
“Okay, then, tomorrow it is”, Rory smiled.
“What?”
”You, me, Luke, donuts, coffee, standing out in a snowstorm”, Rory enlightened her.
“At midnight?” Lorelai asked.
“At midnight”, Rory nodded.
“Do you really think Luke will stand out in the snow at midnight?” Lorelai asked her.
“Believe me he will. Otherwise I will start pouting and he can never resist the pout”, Rory grinned.
“You are my favorite daughter”, Lorelai exclaimed and bounced excited on the couch.
“Ok, on that note I will go back to bed. Goodnight” Rory said, got up nd kissed her mother’s cheek
“Goodnight”, Lorelai yelled after her and pushed play again, because she still hadn’t found a solution for her problem.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina. . .”, she heard again and sighed. Why was everything so complicated?
~*~
When Luke came home that night the first thing he notices was how incredibly cold it was inside the house. Without taking of his jacket he walked into the living- room.
“Ah jeez”, he muttered when he saw the open window and closed it immediately. He checked the heating and found it burning. “Crazy Lady”, he added when he found Lorelai sleeping on the couch, a light blanket thrown over her legs and feet, while her nose was already red from the cold.
He took the blanket away and wanted to lift her up, when something glided out of her hands and fell on the couch.
“Lorelai, it's Max. . .Medina. Maaaax Medina. . .”, the voice of Rory’s teacher echoed through the room. As quickly as Luke could he hit the button with one finger to stop the message. He thought about dumping Lorelai back on the couch, because anger hit him again, but then she snuggled into him, rubbing her cold nose on his jacket over his chest.
“No Max…. Luke”, she mumbled in her sleep and although Luke wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but the “No Max” part was enough to calm him and bring a smile on his face.
He carried her up the stairs into their warm bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed and tucked her in. He made sure her feet were under the blanket and then walked into the bathroom to get ready himself.
When he came back out he looked at Lorelai’s sleeping form on the bed and knew that there was no way he could sleep in the icy living-room. Lorelai might already be sick, so he shouldn’t take a chance to get sick as well.
So he got in beside her and was surprised when she immediately rolled over and had him in a death grip in a matter of seconds.
Luke just smiled and hugged her to him, placed a kiss on her forehead and went sleep himself, exhausted from the long day.
~*~
Lorelai wasn’t sure if she had imagined Luke beside her that night or if he had really slept in their bed again, because he had been gone before she woke up. Yet he must have carried her to the bed and tucked her in and that showed that he cared.
The Inn was busy that day and so she hadn’t time to contemplate that issue further and when Michel came to her with the phone and her mother had told her that Rory wouldn’t be able to come back to Stars Hollow because of the snow storm, Lorelai’s spirits sank.
Her mood got better though when she took her walk through the snow that evening. It was nice, because everything was beautiful, white and silent.
That was until she reached the town square where the re-enactors were arguing with Luke. She decided to stay and watch the show for a moment.
“Harry, come on, stop this before somebody drives through town and thinks the local mental institution has bad padlocks”, Luke said unnerved.
“Luke, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Your father was a re-enactor”.
“Yes, and I thought he was crazy also”, Luke shot back.
“There goes the fire chief, the police chief and the one paramedic with a valid license. I feel safe, don't you?”, Lorelaia asked and walked over to where Luke was standing.
“Look at them, all relatively intelligent men, but there they are dressed up in costumes, standing out in a snowstorm, and for what?”, Luke asked her.
“Because it's tradition,” she shrugged.
“Tradition is a trap, it allows people to stick their head in the sand. Everything in the past was so quaint, so charming. Times were simpler. Kids didn't have sex. Neighbors knew each other. It's a freaking fairy tale. Things sucked then, too. It just sucked without indoor plumbing” Luke ranted.
“I think some traditions are nice. Birthdays. Holidays. Taking a walk in the first snow of the season”, she grinned.
“I didn't get the Hallmark card for that one”.
“When I was five, I had a really bad ear infection and I had been home in bed for a week and I was very sad. So I wished really hard that something wonderful would happen to me, and I woke up the next morning and it had snowed. And I was sure that some fairy godmother had done it just for me. It was my little present”, she told him with a smiled.
“Your parents never explained the concept of weather to you?” he asked her, but grinned.
“I am making a point, Mouthy McGee. Of course, many years later, I realized that logically, the snow was not there for me personally. But, still, when it snows, something inside me says, 'hey, that's your present.' I don't think it'll ever change,” she sighed happily.
“Come on in, I'll get you some coffee”, Luke asked her then, not wanting her out in the cold for much longer.
“No, thanks. I'm gonna walk around. Enjoy my present a little,” she said. “You want to join me?” she asked him then.
“Join you walking around in the cold, in the middle of the night only to freeze my nose off and get wet feet?!” he asked her.
“Sounds fun, huh?” she grinned and nudged him in the side. Luke nudged her back and Lorelai started to laugh then looked up and their eyes locked, just like at Rory’s birthday party weeks ago.
This time though they didn’t want to look away, but at the same time knew they couldn’t keep it up because they were surrounded by half of the town.
“Why don’t you go ahead and I’ll come after I brought these loons something to drink, so they won’t freeze to death”, he said in a low and soft voice, their eyes still locked.
“Okay”, she said quietly and gave him a shy and nervous smile before she walked away. She glanced back over her shoulder and laughed when Luke rolled his eyes at her while he took the orders from the men.
When she was around the corner she couldn’t help but squeal and skip a bit, because she knew this was her chance, her chance with Luke.
Where could she go with him? To the lake? It was beautiful and romantic there. Or maybe they should just go home and she could cuddle close to him on the couch, pretending she was cold? She could…
“Well, well, well”, she suddenly heard a familiar voice and whirled around.
“What are you doing here at this time of night?” Max Medina grinned at her and Lorelai squeezed her eyes shut. This just couldn’t be true. Snow couldn't have lost it's magic!
TBC