Disclaimer: This is entirely my own work- no need to sue me.
Summary: Tristan and Rory were friends in Kindergarten but were separated. Now in high school, they have been reunited- but neither realises. TRORY
A/N Hey! Thanks for choosing to read my story!! This is just something I wrote out of boredom but I’m hoping to start working on it regularly- Please Read and Review!![/i]
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Prologue
Hartford kindergarten was buzzing with young, sugar-high children running and jumping about. It was their first day of Kindergarten! It was almost time for them to go home, so most were taking advantage of the little time they had left with their newly found friends.
It seemed as though everyone was having an excellent time… except for one lone girl, sitting all by herself in the corner watching everyone play, whilst secretly wishing that she could join in on the fun.
Meanwhile, another little kid was playing tag with his friends when he noticed a little girl sitting alone in the corner whom he had never seen before. Intrigued, he decided to find out who she was, so he told his friends he didn’t want to play anymore, and much to their protests, he walked over to the mysterious young girl.
He sat down next to her silently for a while, but she didn’t seem to notice him there, so he asked, “Why are you sitting all by yourself?”
She looked up at him slowly and simply shrugged her shoulders
“Are you lonely?” he continued.
She nodded.
“Why?” he asked
The little girl muttered quietly, “coz no one wants to play with me”, her bright blue eyes began to well up with tears.
The boy furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought, “Hmmm,” he pondered. “You can play with me?”
“Really?!” she asked, surprised. Her eyes sparkled with tears but she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Yeah!!” The boy smiled a big, goofy smile, showing big gaps where his front two teeth should have been, “You wanna go draw with me?” he asked, thoughtfully.
The girl smiled and nodded and the pair set off to a small, plastic, yellow table in the middle of the room and began to draw some pictures.
“My name’s TJ” The boy said.
The little girl giggled. “That’s a silly name!”
“Is not!” Little TJ poked out his tongue. “What’s your name then?”
“Lori.” She announced, proudly.
“Well… ha! Yeah…” he said, suddenly at a loss for words.
Bored of drawing, TJ pushed his work aside and rested his head on his hands. “What are you drawing, Lori?” TJ asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
“A princess!”, she announced happily.
TJ looked at her picture. “Is it you?”, he asked
Lori shook her head. “No, you Silly Billy! I’m not a princess!”
TJ looked slightly puzzled at this news. “Well, why not?” he asked.
“I dunno” She replied, shrugging her shoulders.
“Well…” TJ started, “You can be my princess?”
Lori giggled. “Okay!”
The pair continued to chatter happily until it was time for Lori to go.
A tall brunette walked up behind Lori and put her hands over her eyes, “Guess who?” she said, in a deep comical voice.
“Mommy!” she cried.
The lady removed her hands from Lori’s eyes and smiled to her. “How was your first day?” she asked.
Lori closed her eyes to emphasize her point and said, “Very cool” She opened her eyes and looked up at her Mom. “Oh yeah, Mom, you gotta meet my new friend! This is TJ!” She said, pointing to TJ.
“Hello ‘Mam” he greeted
Lori’s mom looked a bit taken-back by the four-year-old’s manners but replied, “Heya TJ”
Lori made sure her Mom’s attention was fully back on her before adding cheekily, “AND, TJ says I can be his princess!”
“Ooooh” Her Mom teased and TJ smiled. “Well TJ it’s very nice to meet you!” she said, smiling back at him.
Lori’s mom turned her head back to Lori and said with a sigh, “Well Lor, honey, I think it’s time for us to go home now.”
“But Mommy,” she whined, “can’t I just stay and play with TJ for a little bit longer?”
Her mother looked at her apologetically and said, “I’m sorry Lori but it’s home time now and TJ will have to go home soon anyway.”
Lori pouted. “Fine.” She turned to TJ, and said in a slightly lighter tone, “I have to go home now. But I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I?”
“I think so.” He said, shugging.
Lori got out of her chair and took her Mom’s hand as they walked away.
“Bye Princess!” TJ called after them and waved goodbye to her as she walked away.
Disclaimer: Sue me if you want. I have a whole 10c! Australian!
Summary: Tristan and Rory were friends in Kindergarten but were separated. Now in high school, they have been reunited- but neither realises. TRORY
A/N Heya! This is the first chapter of my fanfic- I really hope you enjoy it. Thanks for all the reviews for my last chapter- they were absolutely awesome! Anyway- enough of my ramblings- Enjoy!
PS Please Read and Review!!
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Chapter One
Rory very gradually awoke from her deep slumber to the sound of her mother singing merrily in the kitchen, outside her bedroom door.
She blinked once, then twice. She furrowed her eyebrows, as she remembered the dream she had just had. She had been having them at random times ever since she arrived at Chilton. Although they were always difference scenes, they always featured the same two people: Rory and TJ.
Rory smiled as she thought back on the dream. Last night she had been dreaming about her first day at Kindergarten; the day she had met TJ.
Her smile broadened and she felt a sudden warmth surge throughout her body as the image of TJ filled her mind. She and TJ had been best friends since the first day they met. She had been his princess. They had played pirates and mommies and daddies together and every day at naptime they napped next to each other. They spent all day at kinder together and then on the weekends were always playing at each other’s house. They had thought they were indestructible.
But evidently, they were not.
As they say- all good things must come to an end, and apparently, TJ and Rory’s friendship was no exception. 6 months before they finished kindergarten, TJ had been pulled out of kinder and was sent to a posh school in uptown Hartford.
The warmth suddenly left Rory’s body and she snuggled back into her doona. ‘Hmm what day is it? Saturday, Sunday- oh no its Monday!’
This made Rory force herself awake. “What time is it?” She groggily pondered aloud. She propped herself up onto her elbow and looked at her alarm clock.
“7.30! NO!” She cried and jumped about 2 feet in the air. She began to madly run around her room trying to gather her clothes, all thought of TJ instantly vanishing.
“Rory? Hun, is that you?” Lorelai’s voice was heard from outside the door. “Shouldn’t you be gone by now?”
“I’m late!” she cried back, very distressed.
Lorelai pushed Rory’s bedroom door, coffee in both hands. Calmly, she handed Rory one of the cups of the steaming ambrosia to Rory and said, “I’ll drive you.”
Rory skulled the coffee Lorelai had just handed her and muttered her thanks before continuing to scramble around the room, as well as trying to get dressed at the same time.
After around five minutes, she finally emerged from her room, looking rather dishevelled, and before Lorelai could even make a dirty joke about the state of her appearance, Rory had grabbed the keys and was half way out to the car.
“Hey kid! Helloooo! Driver still in the house!” Lorelai cried as she jogged out to an anxious Rory, who was waiting at the car.
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Chilton. One of Rory’s favourite places in the entire world. The teachers were delightful- always very accepting of her. Oh, and the Chiltonites! Well if they aren’t the friendliest people you’ll ever meet… Not to mention the lockers. Impeccable standard of course! Open first try every time…
NOT!
“Oh come on! You awful locker, don’t do this to me. It’s Monday morning. Oh, come on. You know what? I hate you locker. You’re evil.” Rory slammed the palm of her hand onto the cool metal of her locker door, frustrated.
“Pretty please will you open? I promise wont call you evil ever again.” Rory was now beyond desperate. Her first class started in a few minutes and she needed her books. She punched her locker with both hands several times, but still, it wouldn’t move. “I’m going to be late!” she cried, exasperated.
Rory spun her combination on the lock again and hit it, attempting once again to open it, but her efforts her to no avail.
She was becoming delirious. “Surely trying to negotiate with inanimate objects is a sign of madness” Rory pondered to herself, aloud, but then suddenly gasped, as though thinking her locker could hear her. “I didn’t mean that! You’re not just an inanimate object!” She tried to console her locker, stroking it with her left hand. “Who’s a pretty locker? Yes! You are! You great hunk-a-spunk-you!” She cooed to it.
And then she heard the footsteps.
“Hunk-a-spunk? Gee Mary, isn’t that a little forward for you? I mean I knew you wanted me- but that was some confession!”
Tristan.
‘Lovely. That’s just what I need right now.’ She thought, sarcastically
“Go away, Tristan.” She said, coldly.
He pretended to look hurt but retorted playfully, “My, my, Mary. Why the sudden change in attitude?”
Rory ignored Tristan, who had put the books he was carrying on top of the lockers and was now casually leaning against the locker next to hers, with his trademark smirk plastered to his face. She continued to struggle with her locker.
“You know Mary, you look like you could do with my assistance right now.” He said, his words dripping with innuendo.
‘Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll disappear.’ Rory thought, hopefully.
“For a smart girl, I’m surprised you’re having such trouble managing such a simple task. After all, it is just a locker.” He commented smugly
Rory looked at him, her expression looking highly bored by him, but also very panicked about the time. “He won’t open.” She stated simply.
“He?” Tristan raised an eyebrow, suggestively.
“Lachlan.” She replied.
“You named your locker?!” he asked, incredulously.
Rory said nothing, but gave him a look that clearly said, ‘DUH!’
“Well,” Tristan said, oh-so suave, “I’ll see what I can do about that. Combination?”
“It’s not going to open.” She said, stubbornly.
Tristan’s smirked broadened and he repeated, “Combination?”
Rory sighed and slumped dejectedly against the locker. Reluctantly, she said, “88, 53, 4”
“You see, Mary, it’s simple. Just do the combination, lift the thing and give it a good hit.” He commentated smugly. “It’s not that hard. But I guess I’ve had more experience using my hands than you.” He said, very suggestively.
Rory rolled her eyes as she watched Tristan, looking very confident, spin Rory’s combination and casually knock his fist against her locker.
It didn’t move.
Tristan’s smirk faltered. He hit it again.
Still, it didn’t budge.
If it was in any other situation, and she didn’t have less than a minute to get to class, Rory would have laughed. Very hard.
Tristan rubbed the back of his neck trying to hide his embarrassment. “There’s obviously something wrong with it.” He covered up.
But Rory didn’t care. She was on the verge of tears. Apart from one incident (“The dear hit me!”) her attendance record was perfect- and she needed it to stay that way.
Tristan, sensing her distress, thought over it and quickly came up with a solution.
“We’ve Drama with O’Donnell next, don’t we?” He asked her.
Rory didn’t see the point of his question but answered, “Yeah.”
Tristan reached up on top of the lockers and got his books down. “Take my text books.”
Rory looked at him, dumbfounded. “You need them.”
Tristan slumped against the lockers once again, too-cool-for-school. “Nah, Drama is a bore. I was planning to skip it anyway.”
“No you weren’t. You-“
Tristan cut her off. “The bell’s going to go any second!!” He urged. “Go! Run!”
Too worried about the situation to really think it over, Rory took his textbooks from him and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’. Then she turned around and ran in the direction of her class.
No more than 20 seconds after Rory had gone; the bell rang through the halls of Chilton.
Slowly, Tristan pushed himself off the lockers. He stood up straight and loosened his tie a little. “What I do for her…” He pondered aloud, casually walking away.
Summary: Tristan and Rory were friends in Kindergarten but were separated. Now in high school, they have been reunited- but neither realises. TRORY
A/N Hello There! please please please Review!
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As she stepped out of the Drama classroom, Rory guiltily did a once-over of the corridor, looking for Tristan.
He had been right- Drama was an absolute bore. Especially including the fact that the class just had to sit a major exam.
Usually at this point, Rory would be feeling relieved that the test was over- but not today. She had been responsible for Tristan missing the exam, and what made it even worse was that Mr. O’Donnell had stressed it could and would not be sat at another time. And just to top it all off- Tristan’s books had not even been needed. They had not even so much as glanced at their textbooks all lesson.
She didn’t like Tristan! Not even as a friend! So why was she feeling so guilty? It was just another stupid test to Tristan… wasn’t it?
After a few moments of not seeing him, she pulled out her latest novel, and shut her locker, Tristan’s books still in hand.
She was halfway out to her favorite reading spot in the courtyard when she heard Tristan calling out behind her. “Gilmore- Wait up!”
Rory slowed and let Tristan catch up to her. He grinned at her casually and leant against the nearest locker. “Hey there, Mary”
Rory completely avoided eye contact with Tristan but nodded back in greeting.
“So- did I miss anything remotely interesting?” He asked casually, obviously unaware of Rory’s discomfort.
Rory took a deep breath. “Yeah, actually you missed something kind of important. You see-“
“Mister DuGrey.” A stern voice from behind Tristan cut in.
Tristan did a 180 turn to see his, well, vertically challenged drama teacher glaring up at him.
“Mr. O’Donnell” he greeted, nodding
“Mister DuGrey,” he repeated in a very dramatic tone, “Once again you have failed to bless us with your presence at my drama class. Would you care to explain why?”
Before Tristan could say answer, the teacher carried on. “AND- as it happens, today’s was a very important class. This morning the students had their written examination, which cannot be sat at another time. Do you realize what this means for you?”
Tristan tried once again to answer him but he kept going, “And as you may well be aware, the examination that was sat today just happens to be 30% of your final grade for this semester. But do you know what else you are graded on?”
Tristan didn’t even attempt to answer as he slumped back on to the lockers. “Attendance.” Mr. O’Donnell ploughed on, “Your attendance to my class this semester accounts for another 30% of your final grade. Now, you’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t you Mister DuGrey?”
Tristan had a look on his face that clearly displayed that he did not care. But Mr. O’Donnell just kept going. “Due to the fact that you have only showed up to 3 of the 9 classes so far this semester, I have no choice but to give you an F for attendance. As well as this, you have been awarded an automatic fail on your examination this morning for not turning up. Now Mister DuGrey, do you know what this means?”
Suspecting that this was once again, a rhetorical question, Tristan stood there waiting for him to rampage on again. But after a moment, he realized Mr. O’Donnell actually wanted him to answer. Tristan stood up straight and said carelessly, “No?”
This enraged Mr. O’Donnell. “Mister DuGrey, this means you are going to fail drama!!”
This panicked Tristan. “Fail?”
Mr. O’Donnell smiled slyly at the fact that he finally had Tristan’s attention. “Yes. Fail.” He repeated. “Unless…”
Tristan was growing impatient with this tiny man, “Yes?”
“Well there is one way you could boost your score up to scrape a pass. I have some extra-credit work in mind…”
Tristan nodded, urging the tiny man to go on.
“Chilton’s annual musical is coming up later this term. Considering your natural acting ability, the cast would most likely benefit if you were a part of it. If you were to audition for this musical, and get a role, then I will pass you. That is- only if I feel that your performance is to the very highest standard.”
Tristan smirked. Too easy. “Alright. You got yourself a deal, Little Man.” Tristan said, shaking hands with the teacher, noting that Mr. O’Donnell looked unphased by his comment. He started to move away when he decided to ask, “But I do have one question- what musical is it?”
Mr. O’Donnell matched Tristan’s smirk. “Peter Pan.” He said, coolly.
“What?!” Tristan cried out, “No way.” He shook his head and slumped back against the locker once again. “Tristan Janlen DuGrey does not do Peter Pan.”
Mr. O’Donnell mimicked Tristan’s posture and said calmly, “And does Tristan Janlen DuGrey- grandson of Margaret Delarou, I might add- fail drama?”
Tristan sighed, clearly defeated. “No, sir.”
Mr. O’Donnell smiled cheerfully. “Well then Mister DuGrey, I will see you at auditions!”
Mr. O’Donnell then turned to see Rory standing behind Tristan, who looked very torn- not knowing whether she should laugh or feel guilty. “And Miss Gilmore? I suspect I’ll see you at auditions also!”
Rory immediately shook herself out of her daze. “Me? Uh, no, sir. Drama isn’t really my forte.”
“But Miss Gilmore, surely being in a Chilton musical would look most impressive on your application to college.”
“With all due respect, sir, I’d really rather not.”
“Oh, but Miss Gilmore, last year Lydia Grant had the main role in the Chilton musical and she was accepted into every college she applied to- including Harvard.”
Tristan smirked at her, enjoying her discomfort, “Yes, Miss Gilmore. Harvard.” He piped in
Rory glared at Tristan and bit back her remark about how Lydia had only applied for Harvard and replied, “I’m sorry sir. Maybe next year.”
Mr. O’Donnell shrugged. “Well then, suit yourself.” He adjusted the scarf around his neck and turned back to Tristan and said, “Mr. DuGrey, I expect you to have put your name on the auditions list on the Drama notice board and taken a copy of the audition piece to memorize for your audition by the end of the day. Auditions are this Thursday at lunchtime in the auditorium. Don’t be late!” With this, Mr. O’Donnell turned on his heel and walked away.
As soon as he was gone, Rory hit Tristan on the arm. “Tristan! What was that for?”
Tristan looked at Rory innocently. “What? All I did was encourage the little @#%$.”
“Exactly!”
Suddenly, Tristan turned serious. “Well Mary, if my memory serves me correctly, the reason I missed that un-re-sittable test this morning and am now forced into doing Peter bloody Pan was because somebody needed my text books. And you can’t turn up to Mr. O.D’s class without your textbooks.” He deadpanned.
This enraged Rory. “No one forced you to lend me your books! In fact- if my memory serves me correctly, your exact words were, ‘Drama is a bore. I was planning to skip it anyway’.” She mimicked, putting on a deep voice before adding, “Were they not?”
Tristan smirked. “Remembering my exact words now, Mary?”
Rory rolled her eyes and huffed. ‘Talk about mood swings’ “Your impossible, you know that?”
Tristan’s smirk remained plastered to his face, “Impossible? Mary, Mary, Mary. How many times do I need to tell you? If you want me-just say the word.”
“My name is RORY” she cried, utterly frustrated, and walked past Tristan, out to the courtyard, unaware that Tristan’s books were still in her hands.
“See you at auditions!” he called after her
“I’m not auditioning!” she called back.
Tristan smiled innocently at her retreating back and walked towards the cafeteria.
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AN Thanks so much for all the reviews from last chapter- I know everyone says it but they really do make a difference. So keep up the good work and I will too lol
Sorry- no mentions of TJ or Lori in this chapter- I just needed to get out the fact that he’s in the play and that his middle name is Janlen- hence the TJ
Chapter Three
Summary: Tristan and Rory were friends in Kindergarten but were separated. Now in high school, they have been reunited- but neither realises. TRORY
Just So You Know:Jess does not exist. Dean and Rory are still dating. Just so you know
Disclaimer: Is anything your own these days? Enough said
You can pretty much figure out for yourselves which bits are flashbacks, because they only come in huge chunks but the other few other lines in italics are thoughts.
"Red paint would look way better, TJ" Lori told him matter-of-factly, leaning over his shoulder, to see his finger painting.
"Oh yeah?" he giggled mischievously, dipping his whole hand in the red paint.
Not noticing TJ's hand, Lori put her hands on her hips and nodded smugly. "Yeah."
"Well," he started, inching closer, "I think it would look better on YOU!" he shouted the last part, gleefully, placing his hand on Lori's head, covering her in red paint.
Lori's mouth opened in shock but she recovered quickly. Giggling, she dipped her hand in the cup of green paint and put her hand on TJ's blonde head.
TJ grinned and continued to dip his hand in the paint and splatter Lori with paint, as she did the same to him.
Soon, the two children were covered from head to toe in all the colors of the rainbow, and giggling hysterically.
They continued their paint fight with the little paint they had left for almost half an hour, until Lori's mom came outside to check on them.
Upon seeing the pair, she smiled at them and cried, "Kodak moment!" She ran inside and came back out quickly, with a Polaroid camera in hand. She put the camera to her eye and aiming it at the two, cried "Smile!"
Rubbing his wet hair with a towel, Tristan smiled at the photo on his cabinet, remembering back to the day the photo had been taken. Good times…
He had promised to write her every day, the day he left. For a boy who, at the time, could not even write his own name, this was an enormous challenge to attempt. He couldn't write to her, he soon realized, but he still thought of her every day.
Eventually, though he did learn to write, and he did write to Lori. Many times, in fact.
Over 10 years went past, and Tristan hardly thought of Lori, though he always wrote her a Christmas card. Lately though, he'd been thinking about her more and more. He didn't no why, he just did.
Tristan always wanted to send her the letters he wrote. But he never did. His father hadn't wanted him to when he was young, and now, he doubted that he even had her address anymore. So there the letters sat, in a shoebox, at the bottom of his wardrobe.
Besides, even if he could find her now- would she remember him? Would she even care?
Banishing these thoughts from his head, Tristan finished drying himself off and dressed quickly, ready for school.
Passing by his desk, something caught his eye. The audition piece. He picked it up and put it in his bag, just so he could revise it before his audition, that day.
Walking through the mansion, he grabbed his keys from the kitchen bench and walked out to his car.
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'You'd think with such a tidy locker it would be easier to find things" Rory grumbled to herself, whilst rummaging through her locker.
A shrill squeal from the other end of the hall caused her to drop all the books she was holding, strewing them across the floor.
Groaning, she bent down to pick them up. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a scrap piece of paper that had fallen out of an unfamiliar binder.
"True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice –Samuel Johnson" she read aloud, reading the neat cursive letters on the paper.
Puzzled, she glanced over at the binder it had fallen out of. In the same handwriting, Tristan Janlen DuGrey and Drama were printed neatly in the each corner.
Pocketing the piece of paper, she finished picking up her books and placed them back in her locker.
Finally finding her tattered copy of The Great Gatsby, she took it out, and gently shut the locker door.
Opting to go outside for lunch today, she headed out towards the courtyard, only to be stopped by a frazzled looking teacher. "Rory Gilmore, correct?" she asked, glancing at her clipboard.
Cautiously, Rory replied, "Uh, yes, that's me"
"You're late." She stated suddenly, straightening herself out.
Slightly unsettled by the woman, she questioned, "For what?"
Huffing, the teacher threw her hands in the air, " 'For what?' she asks!! Your audition!" she cried
Figuring there must be a misunderstanding, Rory explained calmly, "There must be some misunderstanding, Miss. I'm not auditioning for anything."
Huffing once again, she handed her clipboard to Rory, pointing to the middle of a long list of names. Sure enough, 'Rory Gilmore' was printed right there.
Instantly, Rory recognized the handwriting. 'I'll kill you for this, Tristan'
Slowly counting to 10 in her head, she smiled as pleasantly as she could at the teacher. "The thing is," she tried to explain, "I didn't put my name on that list. It was someone el-"
"I don't care who put your name on this list, young lady." she cut in, "The fact of the matter is, it is there, you will audition, unless you wish to spend today after school in detention! AND at present moment, you are keeping everyone waiting." With this, she turned on her heel and sauntered away towards the auditorium.
When Rory didn't follow, she turned around and shrieked, "Well come on!!"
Fuming, Rory stalked along behind the bossy woman.
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"Ah, Miss Gilmore!!" Mr. O'Donnell cried from his desk set up in front of the stage. "How kind of you to finally bless us with your presence! But I shall forgive you this once- but only because of the fact that you, very wisely: I might add, decided to audition!" As usual, without letting her reply he carried on, looking at his papers, "I see you are trying for the part of Wendy… with Mr. DuGrey as your Peter Pan? Well then- head on down to back stage and they will set you up."
Sulking, Rory walked to the backstage section of the stage. She was greeted by a girl in Chilton uniform, who instructed her to sit.
"I'm Zoë." She introduced herself, sticking out her hand.
Rory shook her hand and replied, "Rory Gilmore."
Smiling, she picked up several things from a table next to her. "You're doing scene 5? Great scene." She commented. "Do you know your lines?"
Rory shook her head. "None. I didn't even know I was auditioning up until 10 minutes ago."
Zoë chuckled. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. You hardly have to say anything!" Handing Rory a piece of paper, she added, "Here's a copy of your scene. You'll catch on pretty quickly."
Smiling gratefully at Zoë, she skimmed the page in front of her, smiling mischievously when she got to the end.
"GILMORE, RORY! DUGREY, TRISTAN!!" Mr. O'Donnell yelled from outside.
Getting up from her chair, Zoë handed Rory a very large, sharp pin. "You'll be needing this." She smiled knowingly.
Rory beamed. 'Oh sweet, sweet revenge' "Thanks for your help, Zoë!" She yelled over her shoulder as she walked out onto stage.
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Standing confidently on the stage, smirking, Tristan awaited Rory's presence.
Seeing her silhouette in the wings, he smirked to himself. Signing her up for this was sure to piss her off.
But as soon as she appeared in the light, his smirk faltered. She was smiling about the situation? At her own free will?
"Start when ready." Mr. O'Donnell called.
Without even making eye contact with Tristan, Rory moved to her position. Although unsettled by her mood, he did the same.
As soon as he saw she was ready, he began. Embarrassed as he was about it, he pretended to cry.
Rory looked up, "Boy. Why are you crying?"
Tristan jumped up, "You can fly?" she questioned. "What is your name?"
"What is your name?" he asked
"Wendy Moira.. er… Angela Darling" she answered, faltering slightly
'She's doing an alright job' "Peter Pan." He replied defiantly, trying not to be outshone by her.
"Where do you live?"
"Second to the right and then straight on till morning!" He replied, pointing towards a pretend window.
Obviously struggling to remember her lines, Rory paused. "Uh… oh. They put that on the letters?"
"Don't get any letters" He answered easily, sitting back down.
"But your mother gets letters"
"Don't have a mother."
"No wonder you were crying"
"I wasn't crying about mothers! I was crying because I can't get this shadow to stick!" he shouted, pulling at the air beside him, as though pulling his shadow. "And I wasn't crying!"
Rory sat beside him, her maniac smile back once again. "I could sew it on for you?" She said, pulling a rather large needle out of her pocket.
Tristan finally understood.
His eyes widened as she took the needle as proceeded to, literally, stab both his big toes. "Owwww!" he cried out in pain, but Rory acted as though she had done nothing wrong but then pretended to be sewing on his shadow.
"Cut!!" Mr. O'Donnell yelled from his desk. "That's enough, thank you very much. Although I must say, Miss Gilmore, that was a very realistic interpretation of the sewing! I almost thought you were sewing Mr. DuGrey!" he added with a chuckle, which he stopped abruptly. "You two may go now. The cast list will be up next Friday. Mr. DuGrey, excellent performance." He stated, before turning back to his papers.
Without so much as a word to Tristan, Rory went to go backstage. "Wait up, Mary!" Tristan cried from his sitting position.
Standing up, and limping towards her, he asked, "And may I ask what that was all about?"
Smiling sweetly, Rory simply said, "Justice deserved", before turning back around and walking away from him.
AN: Hello There!! Just thought I'd let you know that, no, I'm not going to have Rory as Wendy and have them all lovey dovey- but I'll still have something just as good.
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