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𝟎𝟎𝟕. 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝

❝BE SELFISH AND WILD❞
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chapter seven,
Gilmore Girls — Season Four

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑
―୨୧⋆ ˚ LUCY'S POV
( it's a long one, buckle in )

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          𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐃. "Be selfish and wild", that's what Dad told me── his eighteen-year-old daughter── to be, so that's what I'm attempting to be. My suite-mates dragged me to a party after hearing that Tristan and I were taking a break. They agreed with my dad── saying that I definitely need to "let loose and have fun" because I "only live once". Aren't friends just the greatest?

I sit at a booth with June who is sipping quietly on a glass of lemonade. Joanna is at the bar, asking the bartender for shots which she expects me to drink once she gets back, but I'm trying to find some sort of escape. Amara is dancing with a handsome stranger, and I keep giving her a thumbs up in support every time she looks in my direction.

  So far I'm not being wild and selfish, probably because I'm neither of those things. I'm a selfless, calculated person who likes to plan ahead before making a big decision like going out like this, but tonight I'm trying to be... different, even if the concept of that completely freaks me out.

I can hear Dad's words in the back of my head, pushing me to do something a little out of the ordinary for me.

The most out-of-the-ordinary thing I ever did was skip doing homework for one night to play with Addy when I was a kid, and that's the embarrassing truth. I never did anything wild or crazy. No, I was in bed most nights by ten with a book, and I still secretly like the idea of leaving this party to go and do just that.

  No, you should stick it out, Lucy.

  I curse the nagging voice in my head that's telling me to settle into the "real" college life, as Joanna keeps calling it. She's stepping back over to our booth with three shot glasses, and I mentally count the people I came with── three plus me, so there'd need to be four, right?

  I open my mouth to speak, and it remains open in shock as Joanna slides the three shot glasses over to me, a too pleased grin on her face. "They're all for you."

I stare at the three tiny glasses filled with clear liquid. I've never, ever thought about drinking never mind actually done it. I know I'm in college, and somewhere in the world, it's legal to drink at eighteen but not here── not in America── but apparently in this bar, they don't care. In fact, in every college bar I've been in they don't care about your age, they just want money.