❝SNOW, BELLS, AND TOWNHOUSES❞
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter eleven,
Gilmore Girls — Season Four

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑
―୨୧⋆ ˚ LUCY'S POV

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𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒. I'm so caught off guard by the ringing that I nearly swerve my car into a lamppost. I've lived in this town my entire life, and I have never ever heard the church bells ring. This is the kind of thing Dad would tell me before I come over, but the town fixing the church bells conversation must've slipped his mind.

  I'll talk to him later anyway. Right now I'm in town to see Lindsay. We haven't had the chance to see much of each other since she and Dean got married. They're still in that sickeningly sweet honeymoon phase so I haven't been able to snatch her away from him until now.

  I'm not sure what the rule is when you have a friend that's married. I assume I won't see her as much because she and Dean will be moving on to  the next phase in their life── a phase I'm not moving on to until I'm least in my twenties. I know she'll always be here for me, but I've never had a married friend, so I'm unsure on what we can say or do. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I just don't want to be too in the way of her marriage with Dean, I guess.

  Anyway, right now we're going to Weston's Bakery to have a steaming cup of coffee and share a cake because we're both on a budget.

It's snowing outside, and while snow is usually beautiful in our small town, I couldn't hate it more. I drove here, and my car nearly skidded and crashed three times── once because of the bells though. When I got out of the car, I nearly slipped on the sidewalk several times, and now my shoes make a squelching noise every time I walk across the floor. I'm freezing cold, shivering in the small cafe. My jacket doesn't feel warm enough and I forgot my gloves so my hands are dying for a cup of hot coffee.

  I actually want to hold the coffee in my hands more than I want to drink it.

  Lindsay arrived at the cafe before me, and when I walked in, I slipped across the floor but acted like I intended to do that by wrapping her in a hug. "Hi."

  She hugs back, and I find that she's so much warmer than I am. "Hi." I squeeze tightly for a second, not wanting to let go as she's so warm, and I'm so damn cold. "You're cold, aren't you?"

  "And you're warm." I pull back, reaching for Lindsay's hands that are also just as warm.

  "Oh, my God." She yanks her hands away, stepping back from me before I tackle her for warmth. "You're freezing."

  "I feel as cold as a dead person."

"You don't know what a dead person feels like."

  She sits down, and I sit down across from her, keeping my jacket on as I'm freezing. I'm not even exaggerating, I feel like somebody has stuffed me in a freezer and left me there to rot.

I tuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket, and I hug myself, doing everything possible to keep my body warm. "I ordered you coffee," Lindsay tells me, and those four words are the greatest words in the human language, I swear.

A content sigh leaves my lips. "I love you."

  When my coffee arrives, I hold it in my dead, cold hands, and I inhale the coffee that doesn't smell strong enough for me, but I don't care. It's warm enough to keep me from dropping dead from hypothermia.

  "Hey, what's with the bells?" I ask, holding the mug close to me.

  "Stan died."

  My eyes widen, my mouth agape. "Stan Green?" I frown, sinking back in my chair. "That's awful."

  "I figured your dad would've told you."

  "He often forgets to leave big packets of information out of our weekly dinners." While Dad doesn't mean to, he always forgets vital information which throws me out of loop with the entire town whenever I'm here, and it's annoying. "The other week, I lugged three pounds of washing home just to find that the machine was broken all because he didn't tell me."

  Lindsay cracks a smile, lifting her coffee mug to take a sip. "You wash them the old-fashioned way?"

  "No, but the thought did cross my mind." I shake my head. "Anyway, Stan died, but what does that have to do with the bells?"

  I'm so going to berate my father for leaving out a very big piece of town information from our daily phone calls. I mean, when somebody in town dies, you'd think he'd be kind enough to let me know, but apparently the thought just skips his mind.

  "Stan set up a fund for the town to fix the church bells because he loved the ringing," Lindsay explains, and I nod. "They ring every hour"

  "Every hour?" That sounds... annoying and loud, especially to the grumpy diner owner that is my father. No wonder he didn't want to tell me.

"Every hour," Lindsay confirms. "I'd buy some earplugs if you plan on sleeping."

"On second thought, I might go back to Yale."

A carrot cake and two spoons arrive at our table, and the second it arrives, we both take a spoonful. "When do you finish for Christmas?" Lindsay asks, eating her spoonful of carrot cake.

"Next week. I can't wait."

"Do you have any plans?" She's smiling at me in a way that says, please don't have plans.

"What do you need?"

I take a sip of my coffee, and I find that it's definitely not as good as my dad's, but you can't go wrong with a cup of Weston's coffee── especially in the winter when they crush candy canes into it.

I look to Lindsay, waiting for her to tell me what she needs. She definitely needs something. "Would you to come look at this townhouse with me?"

  I quirk a brow. "Townhouse?"

  "Dean and I are looking for one," she tells me, and I nod, a little surprised by that. "There's this one on Peach that would be perfect, but it's a little..." She exhales. "...pricey." I still, to this day, find it funny that some streets in our town are named after fruits such as Peach.

  "A townhouse?" I ask again, and she nods.

  "Will you check it out with me?"

  "Sure." I smile. "When?"

  "The realtor said she can show me on Friday. I don't know what your plans are or──"

  "I'll be there," I interrupt. "Of course I'll be there, but wouldn't you want to look with Dean?"

  "He's working a lot." Lindsay drops her head, and I catch the disappointment in her eyes. "We need money for the townhouse, and he's trying to save up as much money as possible for us."

  "Oh." If I'm being completely honest, I have no idea what to say. I know Dean works a lot── he's a hard worker── but he must be working a crazy amount to save up for a townhouse. "Is he still going to college?"

  "He's taking some time off."

"Oh." I need to find a different word. "But he's going to go back, right?"

"Yeah."

I know it's none of my business, but I am a little concerned. It's great that Dean is working, but it would be even better if he could also prioritise college and work. I could suggest Lindsay getting a job, but again, it's none of my business. If she doesn't want to work, she doesn't have to, but it'd be good for her to get work experience for the future.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for Lindsay and Dean, but I do hope they make good choices during their marriage. I don't want this marriage to be a mistake because it'll be heartbreaking if they ever break up. I want the best for them.

  I just want Lindsay to be happy, and if looking for a townhouse makes her happy, I'll help her.

  "Well, I'll be there." I nod, and Lindsay smiles, appreciative. "It'll be fun."

"Now tell me all about you and Tristan."

  Yep, Lindsay and I haven't talked in a whole month so she has no idea about me and Tristan or that we're back together officially, but I fill her in on everything that's been going on. I tell her about the extravagant anniversary he planned for me, and I tell her about all the days I've spent crashing in his suite── very grateful he has no roommates and thick walls. I tell her about his plans to spend a few days here for Christmas before he goes on holiday with his family, something he's really not looking forward to.

  We sit and talk for an hour, and then I tell her I need to leave and see my dad before I need to head back to Yale. I'm working tonight, bartending for one of Logan's monthly parties, but I wanted to stop by Stars Hollow to see Lindsay as we haven't seen each other in ages. Now I need to see my dad and berate him for leaving a very important piece of information out of our talks.

I walk into the diner, walk straight around the counter, and I jab my finger at Dad's arm. "How could you not tell me that Stan Green died?"

Dad looks caught off guard by my question or by my presence because I didn't mention I was stopping by today. Despite the shock of seeing me, he answers, "Because he died yesterday."

"And he already had a funeral?" I step to the coffee pot, pulling it free. "Our town works fast."

"Well, at least when I die──"

"Nope," I interrupt, pouring myself of real, strong coffee. "We're not having a "when I die" conversation, okay?"

Dad huffs a laugh. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Came to see Lindsay." I take a long sip of my coffee, humming delightfully at the gorgeous taste. "Thought I'd pop in and see you── my wonderful, wonderful father."

"You had coffee at Weston's, didn't you?" I nod, taking another sip of coffee. "Well, that explains why you're here."

"No, I came to see you," I argue, moving around the counter to sit down across from him. "You've got me for one hour before I need to head back to Yale, so talk to me── recap me on everything that's happened."

"In the past day?"

"Well, in the past whatever. You seem to leave out very important pieces of information when we talk on the phone, so talk to me in person."

  "I don't forget that much." I pin him with a yeah, okay look, and he sighs loudly. "Okay, so I might have forgotten to mention that Stan had died, but it was only yesterday."

  "And the church bells are ringing."

  "I know, it's a freaking nightmare," he grumbles.

  "When did they break?"

  "About twenty years ago," he answers. "They were the worst thing in the world."

  "The worst thing in the world?"

  "Let's just say, if they were still working when you were born, I would've moved."

"Well, I can't wait to hear them again."

"You're lucky you can run back to Yale. I can't get away from those stupid things."

"You know, I love grumpy you."

He glares at me, snatching my coffee cup and grabbing the coffee pot before he pours me a cup of coffee. I smile widely, taking it eagerly from his hands because there's nothing better than my dad's coffee── especially when he makes it this strong even though I'm one of the only people in town who like it this strong.

I look around the diner, finding that it's pretty dead this afternoon, but I'm quite glad about that because I'm here to see my dad── not to see my dad working like a madman.

  "So these bells..." I drawl. "Lindsay says they go off every hour."

  "Yep." Dad really hates these bells, I can tell. "For nineteen years, those things have rang every hour. Do you know how many hours I've spent of my life hearing those damn bells?"

  "A lot?"

  "The only peace I ever got growing up was when your grandpa and I would go fishing."

  "Go fishing again," I suggest.

  "I think I might just move."

  I frown. "You can't move."

  "Oh, that reminds me." Dad leans forward. "I have moved."

  I jerk my head back. "Huh?"

  "I've moved."

  I shake my head, confused and lost. "You've moved as in you've..." I exhale. "...moved?"

  "What?"

  "Where have you moved to?"

  "Litchfield," he answers, and my mouth gapes.

  "What?" My voice raises accidentally, but I don't care to lower it. "You've moved to Litchfield── another county?"

  "Yeah, I──"

  "Why? When?"

  "I've moved in with Nicole." An awkward laugh leaves my mouth, and my head falls. This cannot be true. This cannot be happening, not right now. "And I moved three weeks ago, I'm sorry I forgot to──"

  My head shoots up. "I'm sorry, you moved three weeks ago?" I stand up, pushing my chair out. "Oh, my God."

  "I'm sorry, I've just been busy, and──"

  "What have you moved into?"

"A townhouse."

I scoff. "What is it with townhouses today?" First Lindsay wants me to check one out, and now Dad has moved into one. My father── the man who didn't want to move from this town so turned his father's office into a home── has moved to another county, away from home. "I can't believe you didn't tell me that you moved. Me── your own flesh and blood."

"I'm sorry, Luce."

I shake my head, feeling to agitated and frustrated at this moment. "I need to go and grab my jeans, I left them here last time I stopped by."

"Kid, can we──"

"I'm bartending tonight, I need to get going, Dad. We can talk later."

I skulk off, mo longer wanting to discuss the fact that my dad failed to mention a life-changing event to me. I move upstairs to the apartment, and I expect to walk into a whole room of nothing── of boxes piled up and no furniture── but then I come to a crashing realisation.

  I've been here every weekend. I've stayed at the apartment every weekend since Dad supposedly "moved" yet the apartment appears to be the exact same. The furniture remains in the same place, the clothes I threw on the floor last weekend still sit there── including the jeans I need to take with me to Yale. Nothing has changed, so I don't really believe he's moved.

  Dad comes rushing up the stairs, likely to talk to me despite me saying we'll talk later. "Luce──"

  "You forgot to tell me that you moved because you haven't moved." I spin around, facing my dad who now leans against the doorframe.

  "No, I just forgot to tell you, but I have moved."

  "No, you haven't." I turn away from him, stepping into the apartment. "All the furniture is still here. Your bed isn't made, meaning you slept here last night. The dishes are still in the sink. The curtains are still shut. You..." I look back to Dad. "...have not moved."

  "I have moved."

  "If you had moved, you would've told me three weeks ago because there'd be no evidence that you still live here."

  "I just forget to tell you, Lucy, and I'm sorry, but I have moved. I want you to come check it out."

  I shake my head. "You haven't moved."

  "Lucy──"

  "No, because if you really had moved to another county, you would've told me." My voice raises again, and this time I work on calming it down as I don't want to get angry, not when Dad hasn't even moved. "I've been here for the past three weekends, and so have you. Nicole has not been by, and you have not left for your new place because you have not moved."

  "I have moved."

  "No." I sigh, leaning back against the table. "You haven't."

  "If you have to keep telling yourself that to make it better, that's fine, but I have moved."

  "Maybe I am just saying it to make myself feel better because my dad would never, ever lie to me, right?" I look away, my eyes fixating on the closet that's open and still full of his clothes. "But I'm not denying this to make myself better, I'm denying that you've moved because you haven't moved."

  "I have moved!"

  "Your closet is full!" I yell back, pointing my arm in the direction of his closet. "All your clothes are still hung up, and your..." I tug open the fridge, unsurprised when I see it stocked. "...fridge is still stocked. If you had moved, your clothes and food would not be here, Dad."

"That food is for you, and I haven't moved all my clothes out, but I have moved."

"So when I come home for Christmas next week, you won't be here, you'll be at your new home?"

"Yes, and you'll be there too."

"No, I'll be here because this is our home." I wave my hands to emphasise my point. "This is where we live, Dad. This is where you live." I point to Dad, and he looks away from me. "This is our home, Dad── not Yale, not Litchfield, this is our home."

"I have moved in with Nicole, Lucy."

"Why?! You don't even like the damn woman."

"Stop!" Dad grabs my arms, forcing me to stop yelling at me. "I am sorry I didn't tell you, but you don't get to yell at me, kid. Me and Nicole are in a relationship and when──"

"A relationship?" I laugh, freeing my arms from his grip. "You hardly talk to this woman."

"Of course I talk to her. She's my wife."

Another laugh falls out of my mouth because that might be the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That's a whole other discussion."

"Why are you so mad?"

"Because you supposedly moved without telling me, and that hurts me, Dad." I step away from him, moving to my side of the room. "If you were to ever actually leave this apartment and move, I'd expect you to tell me. I'm your daughter, that means I automatically get the right to know this stuff."

"I know, and I'm sorry."

"You keep saying that, but you don't need to apologise because you haven't moved." I pick up my jeans off the floor.

"I have moved."

We keep going back and forth, and if we keep yelling at one another, we'll get nowhere. I need to get out of here, get some air and breathe before I throw my jeans at Dad and run for the wind.

I swallow my emotion. "I need to get back to Yale," I say, looking away from Dad. "I'll be home on Friday so──"

"Luce, come on."

"I need to go," I repeat, stepping past Dad and moving for the door.

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          𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘. First, I get the lovely news that my father has moved to another county. Then on my way back to Yale, I nearly swerve into a tree. When I finally arrive at my suite, I stand in a freezing cold puddle and slip on the sidewalk. Now I'm at the party Logan is hosting, and I've just dropped two glasses in the ice bucket.

  Yep, I dropped glass into the ice bucket, so it's my job to get rid of the ice, clean out the bucket and throw all the excess glass away before somebody hurts themself.

  I hate today.

  The only good thing is that Logan has turned up the heating, meaning I don't have to freeze my ass off, but I'm handling ice so I'm freezing nonetheless. Basically, everything sucks, and I'm very close to crying angry tears in the back room.

And then he walks in, and he says two words that make me feel immediately better.

"Hey, Blue."

My head hits the wall, and he walks towards me, something of a smile on his face. "Hi." I kick the ice bucket away from me, growing agitated by the stupid thing, and Tristan crouches down to my level.

"You just felt like sitting on the floor?" He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, pressing an affectionate hand against my cheek.

I whine, leaning into his touch. "I broke a glass so I had to clean the ice bucket and..." I tilt my head, looking to him. He's staring at his hand as his fingers trace my jawline, and I reach my hand up. steading his moving hand. "I missed you."

"You saw me last night."

"I know."

"What's going on?"

He moves himself to sit next to me, leaning back against the wall, and his arm falls around my shoulders. I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder, and we sit on the floor in the dirty back room, eyes staring at the knocked over ice bucket.

"My dad has moved."

"Moved?"

"To Litchfield," I add, voice frustrated.

"What's in Litchfield."

I clench my fist. "Nicole. He moved in with Nicole."

"Why?"

"Because that's what people in relationships do apparently," I scoff. "He's been with this woman for five minutes, and now they're living together in Litchfield of all places."

"Well, they are husband and w──" I glare at him, and he immediately shuts his mouth much to my appreciation. He clears his throat, rubbing a hand against my arm. "When did he move?"

"Three weeks ago."

"And he only just told you?"

"He didn't tell me because he hasn't actually moved."

"What?"

"He's hasn't actually moved so he just forgot to mention the fact."

"That he had moved?"

"He hasn't actually moved."

"Wait, so you're lying?"

I shake my head. "No."

"So he's moved?"

"Yes, but he's not moved, moved."

"Okay, babe, I'm not understanding."

Yeah, I didn't think my words were making much sense either, but this entire situation isn't making much sense to me.

"My dad told me that he moved to Litchfield three weeks ago," I begin, and Tristan nods, remaining silent so he can hear what I'm going to say. I don't want to confuse him any more than I already am. "At first I was hurt and confused, and then I went up to the apartment and found that all his belongings were still there and for the past three weekends, I've stayed at home, and he's always been there, so he hasn't actually moved."

"But he has?"

"Technically, he has moved, but he hasn't actually accepted that he has moved to Litchfield because he doesn't want to move── he just wants to do whatever Nicole wants of him."

I don't know that for sure, but I'm going with that opinion. I know that my dad doesn't actually want to move because if he did want to move, he would've told me three weeks ago. He didn't tell me because telling me would make it real, and that's what I'm going to keep believing.

My dad still lives in Stars Hollow, not Litchfield.

"You don't like Nicole." He says it likes it's a fact, and I don't even argue with him because I don't like her, no. She and my dad don't suit one another, but I haven't said a damn word about that to my dad as his dating life is his business. "But your dad does, right?"

  "Well, that I don't know."

  "What?"

  "Last time we talked about Nicole, I asked if he loved her, and he couldn't answer me," I tell him. "I'm not even sure he likes her, especially since he stays at home more than he sees her."

  "His home in Stars Hollow?"

  "Yes, his home── not the fake one in Litchfield."

  Tristan huffs out a laugh. "The fake one?"

  "I haven't seen it, but I know I don't like it." I scrunch my face up, acting disgusted by the idea that my father lives in a townhouse in a county that isn't close enough to Stars Hollow. "He invited me to have dinner at his── the house he and Nicole have bought, but I was just so annoyed that I stormed out."

  "You stormed out? On your dad?"

  "I know," I sigh. "Who have I become?"

  "I think you need to talk to him."

  "I tried to, we just ended up arguing." I never argue with Dad, but I was just so frustrated that I couldn't stop my voice from yelling. Now we're in that awkward period of who calls the other first? I'm coming home on Friday, but I'm not sure if we'll just end up arguing over this again.

  "Well, you need to talk to him," Tristan repeats, moving his hand through my hair. "You two don't argue. You're Lucy and Luke── the freakishly close father-daughter duo who don't argue."

  "Maybe we're overdue a fight. It has been nineteen years of peaceful bliss," I say, staring at the sad ice bucket on the ground.

  "Yes, maybe a fight is good for some, but not for you two." His hand touches my face lovingly, and I lean into his comfort once again. "I could drive you back tonight and you could talk to him?"

  I shake my head. "No, I think I'm just going to let us cool off for the night, and call him tomorrow. I'm going home Friday anyway."

  "Friday?"

  "Lindsay wants me to check out this townhouse with her."

  Tristan laughs. "What?"

  "She and Dean are looking at townhouses in Stars Hollow, and she wants me to come look with her because Dean's working."

  "Can they even afford a townhouse?"

  I shrug. "Dean's taking some time off college to work full-time so maybe."

  "Wow," Tristan whistles. "Maybe we should buy a townhouse."

  "Absolutely not." I look to him. "Anyway, I thought you wanted your cool apartment with a pool table and bar?"

  "Yeah, I do, but does that scream 'bachelor pad'?"

  I grin, nodding. "Oh, yeah. Also get a high-tech stereo system and I might mistake you for a single man."

  He leans close to me, hand sliding through my hair again. "I am far from single, right?"

  "Fine, we'll add a few paintings and ornaments."

  "We?" I roll my eyes, looking away from him. "You said we. Do you want to get an apartment together?"

  "Well, not right now, jackass."

  "But in the future?"

  "As long as it's not a townhouse, I'd consider living with you."

  "Oh, good. I'd hope you'd want to one day."

  "But we need a place with two bathrooms because I am so not sharing a bathroom with you. You're gross."

  "Whatever you want, Blue." He presses a kiss against my nose. "But I want my pool table and bar, alright?"

  "Fine by me," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

  "You'd really get an apartment with me?" He sounds surprised that I'd move in with him, but if I've thought about marrying him, I've thought about moving in with him. "Like, while we're at college?"

  I nod, smiling genuinely. "Yeah, I would."

  "Well, we should do it."

  "Right now?"

  "No, like, in our final year or something."

  "You still think we'll──"

  "Don't finish that sentence," he interjects, and I laugh. "Yes, we'll still be together, Luce. I'm not letting you go, remember?"

  "Oh, how can I forget, caveman."

  He leans in to kiss me just as footsteps approach. We pull away from each other, and we look up to find Marty standing at the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt." He looks away, obviously uncomfortable. "Lucy, your dad is here."

  My eyes widen. "My dad?"

  "Yeah, do you want me to send him back here or──"

  "No," I interrupt quickly. "I'll be right out."

Unsurprisingly, my dad stands just outside the bar Logan decided to throw this little shindig of his. He's leaning against his truck, waiting for me to step out into the freezing December wind. Stupid me forgot my jacket back at my suite as I was in such a rush to get ready, so now I'm on the verge of catching some sort of cold.

Dad opens the door to the truck, and I get in without asking any questions. The truck is warm, but not warm enough. My teeth still chatter and my body still shivers.

My dad shrugs off his jacket when he sees the state I'm in. "Here."

"You'll be cold."

"I'd rather you be warm." He pushes the jacket into my hands, and I don't argue, I just pull it over my shoulders and slip my arms into the holes, immediately comforted.

"Thanks," I utter. "Why are you here?"

"You know I couldn't leave things like that."

"Dad, we don't have to talk about it."

"Yes, we do." He turns to face me. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about moving, but I was..." He sighs, and I look to him, finding that he's visibly uncomfortable. "...I was worried about how you'd react."

I scoff. "Worried? Seriously?"

"Did you see how you reacted?"

"I'm sorry, I just thought that when you decide to move in with somebody, you wouldn't move to Litchfield." I spit out the word like it's dirty, and if I'm being honest, it is. "I also thought you'd be madly in love with somebody before you move in with them."

"I... I like her."

"But you don't love her, Dad."

"I don't know how I feel, kid. All I know is that I needed to make things right with you." I smile, grateful that he drove all this way just to make sure that I wouldn't remain mad at him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Luce."

"You've really moved in with her?"

"Yes." I don't believe him, but I don't wish to argue about it. "That okay?"

"You'll still be home if I need you?"

"Yes." He called Stars Hollow home── proof that he still considers the apartment to be his house, not the townhouse in Litchfield. "I'll always be here for you, you know that."

"I know," I reply, smiling. "And..." I sigh, turning to face him. "...dinner at your new place would be okay."

He smiles back at me. "Really?"

"Yes. Anything for you, Dad."

"Thank you."

While I don't believe he's really moved, I'll pretend for the sake of him. I don't wish to argue, so I'll act like he's no longer living in Stars Hollow, and that he's living with a woman in Litchfield── whatever makes him feel better.

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authors note:

very dialogue-heavy chapter lol

guys . . . somebody we all know & love is coming back next chapter :0 and i'm very excited

this chapter hasn't been edited so i apologise for any mistakes!!