"To You I Bestow"
A/N: Same old stuff- I don't own any of these people. Read and Review, because I know you want to! =)
I can't believe I'm doing this.
"I love you, Chris, and I don't want anything to happen to you," I said, as I touched his face, all the while leaning closer and closer to him as I spoke.
He smirked. He wasn't supposed to, but he smirked- he liked it and I knew it. A look of innocence appeared on his face as he said, "Yes, Mary, I know- I love you too."
Mary?!
"CUT!!!!" Suddenly our faces turned around to face the woman standing behind us.
"Mister Du Grey, her name is not Mary. Her name is Christina."
Tristan grinned as he turned to me. "Looks like a Mary to me, Mrs. Simmons."
I felt bad for the woman. If she got any more wrinkles from stress, she would most likely turn into a prune. The morning practice of our school play wasn't going very well. The play, To You I Bestow, had been written by Mrs. Simmons herself, who had taken pride and joy into the project. Of course, she should have realized that if she wanted it to be a success, she should not have casted Tristan as Chris- one of the two main characters. Furthermore, she shouldn't have asked me to be Christina, the other main character. I think the only reason I accepted was for the free coffee.
"Ms. Gilmore, try not to look like you're acting.... be Christina. Become Christina." Mrs. Simmons had obviously ignored the fact that I wasn't the only person doing something wrong. And I'm not trying to make her look bad, but the play is truly a disaster. How could she have been crazy enough to believe that Tristan and I could put on such a fake act? I couldn't even begin to love another guy. Especially if I have a boyfriend!
"Mrs. Simmons, I'm not sure if I can do that." I said this while trying not to roll my eyes. Believe me, it's hard.
"Well then, Rory dear, I'm not sure that you're the right person to play Christina. Perhaps I should get Ms. Gellar to take the part, I'm sure she'd love to." That's when I knew that I had to keep the part- as much as I hated it. I wasn't going to hand one of the lead roles to Paris Gellar.
Tristan didn't look too thrilled with her idea either. "Mrs. Simmons, I'd be happy to help Rory with her acting. I wouldn't want to see her lose her part, especially since she loves it so much."
"That's very sweet of you, Tristan, dear. I'm sure Ms. Gilmore will take you up on your offer. Won't you, Rory?"
Tristan smirked at me. This was going to be interesting. "Uh, yes- sure, Mrs. Simmons."
Just then a man walked up to Mrs. Simmons, who in turn conversed with him before turning back to us. "Wonderful! Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of. Practice your lines until I come back... I know I can trust you to stay on the ball!" With that our red haired teacher left with the man.
I turned to Tristan, who smirked for the 500^th time today. "Hey, Mary... are you sure you want to practice all these boring lines? Or do you want to come with me to the parking lot to take care of some unfinished business?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. His blue eyes stared back at me intently. "And what unfinished business would that be?"
"You'll just have to find that out for yourself, won't you? Or would you rather stay here and practice the lines? I believe we're up to the part where we kiss--"
He had said the magic words. I jumped up immediately. "Never mind that. I'll come."
"That's more like it, Mary." As we were walking through the halls of Chilton, a thought popped into my head.
"Tristan," I started, "Why did you offer to help me with my lines?"
He turned to look at me. "Isn't it obvious, Mary? If I had a choice of making out in front of thousands of people with either Paris or you, I'd have to choose you. And I'm not going to have you lose your place in the play to her. I'd rather die."
I faked a smile. "I'm flattered."
"You should be."
Rolling my eyes, we continued down the halls and into the parking lot. It was a bit cold outside, and I mentally cursed myself for not bringing my jacket.
"Mary, Mary, Mary, when are you going to learn?" With that said, he handed me his jacket and continued to walk. Putting it on, I stared at him for awhile. For a split second he turned around to me and met my gaze.
"Thanks." I mumbled before turning straight ahead again. Could this be the beginning of a new Tristan?
"You're welcome, Mary. Just remember this the next time I need some heating up."
Nope. Same old Tristan.
To Be Continued!
A/N: Same old stuff- I don't own any of these people. Read and Review, because I know you want to! =)
I can't believe I'm doing this.
"I love you, Chris, and I don't want anything to happen to you," I said, as I touched his face, all the while leaning closer and closer to him as I spoke.
He smirked. He wasn't supposed to, but he smirked- he liked it and I knew it. A look of innocence appeared on his face as he said, "Yes, Mary, I know- I love you too."
Mary?!
"CUT!!!!" Suddenly our faces turned around to face the woman standing behind us.
"Mister Du Grey, her name is not Mary. Her name is Christina."
Tristan grinned as he turned to me. "Looks like a Mary to me, Mrs. Simmons."
I felt bad for the woman. If she got any more wrinkles from stress, she would most likely turn into a prune. The morning practice of our school play wasn't going very well. The play, To You I Bestow, had been written by Mrs. Simmons herself, who had taken pride and joy into the project. Of course, she should have realized that if she wanted it to be a success, she should not have casted Tristan as Chris- one of the two main characters. Furthermore, she shouldn't have asked me to be Christina, the other main character. I think the only reason I accepted was for the free coffee.
"Ms. Gilmore, try not to look like you're acting.... be Christina. Become Christina." Mrs. Simmons had obviously ignored the fact that I wasn't the only person doing something wrong. And I'm not trying to make her look bad, but the play is truly a disaster. How could she have been crazy enough to believe that Tristan and I could put on such a fake act? I couldn't even begin to love another guy. Especially if I have a boyfriend!
"Mrs. Simmons, I'm not sure if I can do that." I said this while trying not to roll my eyes. Believe me, it's hard.
"Well then, Rory dear, I'm not sure that you're the right person to play Christina. Perhaps I should get Ms. Gellar to take the part, I'm sure she'd love to." That's when I knew that I had to keep the part- as much as I hated it. I wasn't going to hand one of the lead roles to Paris Gellar.
Tristan didn't look too thrilled with her idea either. "Mrs. Simmons, I'd be happy to help Rory with her acting. I wouldn't want to see her lose her part, especially since she loves it so much."
"That's very sweet of you, Tristan, dear. I'm sure Ms. Gilmore will take you up on your offer. Won't you, Rory?"
Tristan smirked at me. This was going to be interesting. "Uh, yes- sure, Mrs. Simmons."
Just then a man walked up to Mrs. Simmons, who in turn conversed with him before turning back to us. "Wonderful! Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of. Practice your lines until I come back... I know I can trust you to stay on the ball!" With that our red haired teacher left with the man.
I turned to Tristan, who smirked for the 500^th time today. "Hey, Mary... are you sure you want to practice all these boring lines? Or do you want to come with me to the parking lot to take care of some unfinished business?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. His blue eyes stared back at me intently. "And what unfinished business would that be?"
"You'll just have to find that out for yourself, won't you? Or would you rather stay here and practice the lines? I believe we're up to the part where we kiss--"
He had said the magic words. I jumped up immediately. "Never mind that. I'll come."
"That's more like it, Mary." As we were walking through the halls of Chilton, a thought popped into my head.
"Tristan," I started, "Why did you offer to help me with my lines?"
He turned to look at me. "Isn't it obvious, Mary? If I had a choice of making out in front of thousands of people with either Paris or you, I'd have to choose you. And I'm not going to have you lose your place in the play to her. I'd rather die."
I faked a smile. "I'm flattered."
"You should be."
Rolling my eyes, we continued down the halls and into the parking lot. It was a bit cold outside, and I mentally cursed myself for not bringing my jacket.
"Mary, Mary, Mary, when are you going to learn?" With that said, he handed me his jacket and continued to walk. Putting it on, I stared at him for awhile. For a split second he turned around to me and met my gaze.
"Thanks." I mumbled before turning straight ahead again. Could this be the beginning of a new Tristan?
"You're welcome, Mary. Just remember this the next time I need some heating up."
Nope. Same old Tristan.
To Be Continued!