𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒 is the daughter of Luke Danes, and is always second best to the already perfect Rory Gilmore, somebody who Lucy has compared herself to her entire school life until Rory is accepted to the prestigious school, Chilton, somew...
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter fourteen, Gilmore Girls — Season One
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October 13th, 2000
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[ LUCY'S POV ]
LISA DUGRAY IS AN ANGEL, and I mean, literally an angel.
She's dressed in a beautiful white leotard with a tiny tutu and angel wings alongside the other beautiful ballerinas. Addy is preparing them for the upcoming winter recital, and I must say, they all look adorable in their matching outfits. Even Addy is dressed in all white, her wings larger and sparkly.
Addy looks so natural with all the girls. She holds a level of patience that I never could hold. She chants encouraging words to the girls, twirls them around, and lifts them up when they fall. She's an incredible teacher, and an even more incredible role model. Every girl looks to her with wide eyes and wider smiles. They adore Addy.
Before the class began, Addy introduced me to the group as her "best friend in the entire world," and every girl asked if I could dance. Before I had the chance to answer, Addy told them I could barely stand on two feet never mind one so no, I can't dance.
I met Lisa Dugray— Addy's favourite student— before I was dragged to meet the famous brother of Lisa's that Addy hasn't shut up about.
And oh, my God, Addy was right about him being attractive. He knows he's good looking, and the way he looks me up and down has my face turning a horrid shade of red. He reaches his hand out towards mine after Addy introduces me as, "Luciana Danes, my best friend, and number one fan." His hand against mine sends some spark down my spine, and I have to force a smile on my face so I don't look so awkward.
"Tristan Dugray," he introduces himself like he's done it a million times in the past. "It's lovely to meet you, Luciana."
"Lucy's fine," is what I say, my heart pounding in my ribcage as he squeezes my hand before freeing me. I frown at the loss of his touch, and Addy stands with a smug grin on her face before she leaves to teach the girls.
We sit alongside each other, not too close, but close enough that I can smell the scent of his cologne. My palms sweat against my thighs because I've never felt like this towards anyone. Is this what it feels like to feel attraction towards somebody? If so, I hate the gnawing feeling at my stomach and the tightness in my throat.
