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 thirty-three, Gilmore Girls — Season Two
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October 4th, 2001
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[ LUCY'S POV ]
I SIT CROSSLEGGED ON A BENCH IN PATTY'S, watching Addy spin around in a flawless pirouette.
It's been a while since I watched Addy dance, and I've missed watching her. It's Sunday morning, and I'm completely exhausted from the lack of sleep I had the night before, but I don't want to miss Addy dancing.
She looks so perfect, so poised, so picturesque. She's elegant, always has been, and I can't take my eyes off her. I brought my books to study but I pushed them away the second Addy started dancing.
She spins, trips over her foot and grabs onto the chair in front of her. "Crap," she curses.
"You okay?" I ask, lifting myself off the bench so I can help her up. I grab her arm, lift her up off the floor and pull her over to the bench so she can sit alongside me.
Her head hits the wall, and she pulls her ballet slippers off immediately. I help lift her feet up and onto the bench, and she stretches her legs forward and onto my lap, her body laid down on the bench. She lets out an exhausted puff of air. "You okay?" I ask again. "You've been working yourself to death today, Ad."
I've noticed that she's been working a little too hard to perfect her technique. Sure, she looks extraordinary, but I can see that she's overworking herself— for whatever reason. She looks tired, her eyes are red and dark, and she looks about ready to collapse.
"I'm tired," she yawns, and I squeeze her ankle. "And I'm working hard because I've got to teach the kids in Hartford twice this week. I'm trying to figure out a suitable routine."
I turn to look at her. "Twice this week? But you've got school and—"
"I know I do," Addy interjects. "Look, it's just this week, okay? One volunteer can't teach so I offered to take over the class."
Addy has always been a hard worker— an overachiever— and I admire her, of course, but she constantly works herself to death. I do worry about her, especially right now. She's been so busy recently, and I keep offering to tutor her but she claims she's busy constantly. I wonder if something if going on with her and her mother, or maybe her and Nathan.
