LUCIANA DANES is the daughter of
the famous Luke Danes. Beautiful, intelligent,
and determined, she's beloved by all
in Stars Hollow, and is the shining star
in her father's life. Lucy and Luke
are best friends first, father and daughter second...
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter sixty-eight, Gilmore Girls — Season Three
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𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑 ―୨୧⋆ ˚ LUCY'S POV
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𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒. My eyes stare up at the dark ceiling in my bedroom, and the first thing I hear is Dad snoring. Well, that's one thing I'm not going to miss once I leave for college.
I drag myself out of bed, pulling my blanket along with me, and I cross the room to my dad's side of the room. "Dad," I hiss, but he continues to sleep, snoring loudly. "Dad."
I step around to sit down on his bed. I tug at the bedsheet, whispering at him again. "Dad!"
He jerks awake, breathing heavily, and I smile innocently. "Morning, Dad." I cuddle my blanket around me and I shuffle up the bed, sitting right next to my half-asleep father.
His eyes hone in on the clock next to his bed. "It's two in the morning, Luce." He groans.
"I graduate today," I say, crossing my legs. "I, Luciana Lilia Danes, graduate today. Can you believe that? I felt like this day would never, ever come and now it's here, Dad. It's here." I smack my hand against his arm, and he groans again, obviously frustrated by me. "I'm graduating today."
"Yep," he breathes out, his eyes still closed.
I peer down at him. "What if my speech isn't good enough? What if I mess up my words? What if I trip over when taking my diploma? What if──"
"Lucy." Dad sits up, and he leans against the headboard next to me. "You need to go to sleep. You need to stop overthinking this."
"I'm going to college soon," I say, and the words taste sour on my tongue. "I'm going to be leaving this house, this town, and I just..." My head hits the headboard. "...I'm really freaked out."
"Luce, you've been fine for the past two weeks. Why are you freaking out?"
"Because I'm leaving soon, Dad." I pull my legs up, resting my chin on knees as I cuddle the blanket around me. "I'm leaving, and that's scary. Who am I going to speak to at two in the morning?"
