❝LAZY-HAZY-CRAZY DAYS❞
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter forty-seven,
Gilmore Girls — Season Three

August 24th, 2002

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[ LUCY'S POV ]

   IF I HAVE TO HEAR THE LAZY-HAZY-CRAZY DAYS SONG ONE MORE TIME, I'll pull a Van Gogh, but cut off both ears instead. While I love the town festivities, I can't stand to hear this song. Taylor mentioned a band coming all the way from New York, but he didn't bother mentioning that they only knew one song. Seriously, whoever put that banana peel in front of Taylor's doorstep is worshiped in my books.

   I've been sitting on the doorstep of the diner, a coffee in hand while Tristan moves around town, beaming and laughing with the townsfolk. He loves this freaky town, and while it's sweet to watch him wade through the town and greet the people, I wish he'd take a break.

   Since he arrived thirty minutes ago, he hasn't stopped moving around, and I can't seem to keep up with him so I'm sipping my coffee and contemplating cutting my ears off.

   "Where's Tristan?"

   "Uh, he was by the dancing children," I tell Dad, my eyes moving to see if I can see a well-dressed seventeen-year-old boy. "But now I can't find him."

   Dad chuckles. "He's talking to Patty."

   I shook up, stepping backwards to stand next to Dad who is looking out to the festival. I look towards the dancing children, and then I shift my eyes to see that Patty is talking and laughing with my boyfriend. "Oh, no." I place the coffee cup into Dad's hands. "I should probably go get him."

   "Keep him on a leash," Dad warns.

   I quickly rush down the steps, moving away to reach the tap dancing children— the ones that don't have anyone to applaud them as Patty is occupied with Tristan.

   I clap my hand against Tristan's shoulder. "Hey!" I say a little too enthusiastically, and Tristan flinches, completely surprised.

   "Lucy, your boyfriend is just..." Patty sighs, her hand on his arm, and Tristan smiles innocently.

   "Uh, Patty, one of your dancers looked like she was..." I peer over my shoulder at the dancers who haven't stopped tapping since nine o'clock this morning. "Yeah."

   "Oh, yes!" Patty's hand strokes Tristan's arm, and she laughs. "I'll see you around, Tristan."

   Tristan chuckles, his hand on my back. "I'll see you, Patty."

When Patty is out of earshot, I turn to Tristan, my hands on his arms. "I'm so sorry." Tristan shakes his head, finding my freakout to be unnecessary but he doesn't know Patty like I know Patty. "I swear, that will not happen again."

Tristan places a hand on my cheek. "Blue, take a breath, please," he insists, and I exhale. "And it's fine. She just wanted to know how I get my hair so blond."

I stare at him strangely, an eyebrow raised. "What?"

   "I know." I lean my head against his shoulder, my arms around his. "I told her it's natural, but she was so insistent that it was dyed."

   I lift my head, and I stare up at him. "It's not, right?"

   Tristan shakes his head. "No, sweetheart, it's not, don't worry." I lay my head back on his shoulder, sighing contently. "That wouldn't be a problem, would it?"

   "Well, I only like my boys with natural hair colour, sorry," I tease, and Tristan grins. "If it was dyed, I'd have to break up with you."

"Well, I'm hurt."

I grin, my arms snaking around his torso, and he wraps his arms around me. While we've seen each other consistently over the summer, I still crave every second I get to spend with him. It's crazy how, after nearly two years, we still love every second we spend together.

   Well, I think Tristan likes spending time with me, but a large part of me thinks he only visits me so he can experience this weird and wonderful town.

   "Taylor figured out who tried to "kill him" as he says," Tristan asks.

   I shake my head. "No, but he isn't happy."

   "Any chance Jess did it?"

   Don't get me wrong, I've considered the possibility of Jess placing a banana peel outside Taylor's doorstep, but I'm not sure if he'd go out of his way to do so.

   I turn to stare at the barbershop-style band that takes up the eternity of the gazebo, and I realise that Taylor being tripped by a banana isn't that bad of a punishment if I'm being honest.

   "Honestly, my praises go to him if he did."

   "It's not that bad, Blue."

   "You're being too kind," I argue. "I literally wanna chop off my ears."

Tristan brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "I like your ears."

I give him a pointed look. "Seriously?"

He pushes a kiss against my ear, and I free myself from his grip before he claims he loves some other strange part of my body. "Stop."

   He wraps his arms around my middle, and we step away from Patty before she latches on again. However, when we come out to stand by the road, I wish I had stayed by the gazebo and let the Lazy-Hazy-Crazy song deafen me further because across the road is my cousin and his... lady friend doing very unfriendly things to one another— something I shouldn't have to see.

   Tristan slaps a hand over my eyes, surprising me but I'm glad he did it. "Oh, God."

   "I thought they broke up," Tristan groans, swiftly moving us away from the road with his hands still over my eyes. He guides us away to stand behind one of the many stalls.

   He moves his hands from my eyes. "They're not a couple so they can't break up," I claim.

   "They look like a couple."

   I shrug. "He's just using her to get over his crush on Rory."

   Yes, Tristan knows everything. Any piece of town gossip I hear is said into Tristan's ears regardless of who the gossip is about. I can't lie to him, so he knows that Jess likes or liked Rory, and he knows that Addy has or had a crush on Jess because I tell him everything. He knows all there is to know about Stars Hollow, about the townsfolk and about me. I can't not tell him.

   Tristan swings an arm around my waist. "You think the feeling's mutual?" I shrug, honestly not knowing if Rory feels any kind of way towards Jess as she's still with Dean.

   "Jess doesn't confide in me much," I tell him. "We haven't talked about it since cereal hour." He grins, knowing exactly what I'm talking about. "Anyway, it's none of my business, right? I'm happy, he's Jess, and I don't care."

   Tristan pushes a kiss against the side of my head. "That's the spirit."

   Taylor wheels towards us. "Hey, Taylor."

   "Lucy!" he beams, his eyes shifting to Tristan. "Tristan. What do you think of the band?"

   Just as I open my mouth to protest, Tristan squeezes my hip. "Oh, it's great," Tristan insists, lying through his teeth, and I glare at him. "From New York, right?"

   "Yes, siree," Taylor chimes.

   I smile despite my very sour feelings towards the crappy band. "How's the leg, Taylor?"

   He shrugs. "It's just fine."

   "Still can't find who put the banana peel on your doorstep, huh?"

   Taylor turns his eyes to me, and I know what he's going to say. "You know, I swear it was that hooligan cousin of yours," he grumbles, his head shaking, and I sigh because I've heard it several times already. "Are you sure it wasn't him?"

   "Yes, Taylor, I'm sure," I insist, but I honestly don't know. "Really sure."

   He huffs, still shaking his head as he isn't convinced that Jess wasn't the one behind this. Honestly, Jess could've been the one to put the banana peel outside his doorstep, but I'd like to think he has better ways to fill his time nowadays.

   I clear my throat, and look out to the festival. "You know, that banner makes all previous banners look embarrassing, Taylor."

   "Seriously, it's huge," Tristan comments.

   "You're right about that," Taylor laughs, and I pat a hand against Tristan's back. "Now if you don't mind, I need to check on the lady with the ribbons because I can't walk."

   He begins to wheel past me, and I offer him a sympathetic smile. "Yes, because of my hooligan cousin," I mutter under my breath, watching as Taylor wheels over to the blonde lady with the ribbons.

   "He really thinks Jess did it, huh?"

   I nod. "Oh, yeah. He insists that Jess caused it."

   "Any chance you did it?" he toys, and I turn to him with an offended but amused grin.

   I hold his arms in my hands. "Me? As if."

   "I don't know, you can pretty irresponsible at times." He leans down, his lips brushing against the side of my head.

   "What? I am not—" He silences me, his lips on mine, and just as I close my eyes, he removes his mouth and smiles at me. He freaking smiles, and it's seriously the most beautiful thing in the world. "Rude."

   "What time did you say dinner was at?"

   "Seven," I reply, my hand moving up and down his arm soothingly. "That still okay?"

   He looks down at his watch and hums. "Yeah, I should head back home and check in on my sister, but I'll be there, I promise." He brushes his lips against mine quickly. "Seven o'clock."

   I nod. "Seven o'clock."

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   TONIGHT, TRISTAN IS HAVING DINNER WITH ME AND MY DAD because it's Saturday, and because Tristan has never had experienced the traditional Danes' family dinner. Dad told me to invite him, insisting that Maisie and Buddy wanted to see him again, but I think Dad has a soft spot for my boyfriend— I think he actually really likes him.

Dad has a good feeling about Tristan, and I'm glad that he does because I have a very strong feeling about him— a feeling he's going to be around for the foreseeable future.

As I look to Tristan who is currently speaking with Maisie about the chocolate cake. He's trying to get the freaking recipe from her, and I think Maisie is very close to handing off the recipe I've been dying for my entire life. All he has to do is flash his sweet, toothy smile, and everybody will fall for his charms— I know I did.

"I wish Buddy would talk to me like you, boy." Maisie pats a hand against his shoulder, and Tristan chuckles. "You're very charming, you know that?"

He shrugs casually, his arm resting on my shoulders. "He knows, Maisie," I comment. "Don't boost his ego."

   Tristan frowns. "Oh, come on."

"You back at school next week?" Maisie asks, choosing to settle in next to my dad, across from us.

I nod. "Oh, yeah."

"Applying for college this year," Dad tells her, and Maisie claps her hands together, excited about the prospect of me applying to college.

She turns to my dad, giving him a nudge. "You nervous, Lucas?"

Dad scoffs. "Why would I be nervous?"

"Your baby girl is going to go to college, she'll be off in the world." Maisie stands up, her hands grasping my cheeks. "Oh, I'm proud of you, honey. You're going to Yale."

I smile. "We don't know that."

"Yes, we do," Dad insists, raising his beer glass.

Dad has blind faith in me, and maybe he's right to do so, but I might not get into Yale. After all, only one Stars Hollow High student ends up at an Ivy League, and they've only ever had twelve people go off to one in the decades they've been open. I'm hoping to be that thirteenth person to go to an Ivy League, but I might not be.

   "You're going to be that thirteenth student on the wall of fame," Dad tells me, reading my mind perfectly.

   I pout. "You think?"

   "I know."

   "But thirteen is supposed to be an unlucky number so what if I don't get in because it's cursed and—"

   "Lucy, somebody has to be number thirteen," Tristan interjects, silencing me before I go on some silly tangent about being unlucky. "And it's going to be you, so get used to that."

   I sigh, accepting defeat— accepting that I, Luciana Danes, will do everything in my power to get into Yale, or any Ivy League school for that matter, but it's always been my dream to walk through the halls of Yale University.

   Dad turns his gaze to Tristan. "What about you, Tristan? Know what college you're going to?"

   "Uh, anywhere but Princeton," he replies, and I feel him tense next to me.

   College has been a sore subject recently, especially since his parents have been home for the majority of the summer. His father has been insistent on him applying to Princeton while his mother believes he should apply whatever he wants— pushing him more so in the direction of Yale as that's where she attended and his cousin is starting this September.

   However, because his parents have different ideas of Tristan's future, there's been conflicts and arguments, and Tristan's been trying to shield his sister from the hurt. Lisa has spent several days with us in Stars Hollow over the summer, and she, just like her brother, loves this town. She loves pestering Jess which only makes me adore her more, and I think the time away from home has made her feel better.

   I know Tristan doesn't want to go to Princeton as he would hate to be his father, but I also don't know where he dreams of going.

   I place a hand against his leg, offering him some comfort, but he still looks anxious— unsure on what to say to my father about college. I knew Dad would inevitably ask about Tristan's future, and I knew we'd have to address the situation.

   Surprisingly, Dad recognises his discomfort. "I'm sorry I asked, I just..."

   "No, it's fine," Tristan insists. "I just don't know what my plans are, that's all."

   Dad shrugs. "And that's fine."

   "Think I'm just gonna apply to a few places, and see what happens." From the look on his face, I don't think he wants to just apply to places and hope for the best, but I also don't know what he wants deep down.

   Dad clears his throat. "Lucy tells me you've been writing."

   Tristan nods. "Yeah, not much, just trying something out, I guess."

   "He's a great writer," I tell Dad, giving Tristan a gentle nudge, trying to get him to gloat a little more about his dreams to write. "He isn't giving himself enough credit."

   "It's hard," Dad begins. "You know, writing, but  it's respectable." I offer a tight-lipped smile, not knowing what to say as everything feels so tense between us right now. "I'm guessing you'll be studying English wherever you decide to go?"

   "Yeah, I'm hoping to," Tristan says, a touch of a smile on his face. "Gonna do that and try and write a book, I guess."

   "Stop with the "I guess", and say "you will," okay?" Surprised, Tristan nods at my father's comment, obviously not knowing what to say. "You can do anything you want if you just put your mind to it, trust me."

   Tristan smiles, his eyes moving from my dad to me. "You think?"

   "Yeah." Dad leans back into the chair. "You can do whatever you want."

   I pat a hand against Tristan's arm. "If Luke Danes believes in you, you'll accomplish anything," I tell him, leaning my head against his arm. "Trust me."

   "You Danes' sure think a lot about yourselves."

   I grin. "Well, we are fabulous." Tristan rolls his eyes, but he doesn't disagree with me. "Wouldn't you agree, Dad?"

   "Oh, yeah. We're just fabulous, Luce."

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authors note:

AH NO i don't like this chapter and i don't like that i can't write rn... these chapters aren't very good I'M SORRY . . .

i've been writing my supernatural fic, but i'm rlly trying to keep writing this one but it's lowkey hard

anyway, hope you enjoyed nonetheless . . .

this hasn't been edited/proofread so may have a few mistakes SORRY! :)

oh also i have the serious feminine urge to write a jess fic bcos im a jess girlie sue me x