I luv U mah Sweethaht

By: Nellie
Genre: Humour, making fun of some of the fics on Fanfiction.net. All in good sportsmanship, of course.
Summary: Rory goes to Harvard, meets Tristan (gasp! I had no idea *that* was going to happen!) and gets pregnant all at the *same time*!
Rating: PG-preteen





'hello Mary,' Tristinn Dugreigh whispered huskily into the ear of his arch-nemesis. "guess where Im going to college"

Rory Gilmore sat in her english class at chilton. She chewed on her pencil tip thoughtfully before answering. "clown school?"

(an: YO YO YO! WAZZUP, peeps! like, i totally went to the mall yesterday and like i bought all this stuff and i listened to mandy moore and britney spears and i like so needed to write a fanfic to express my *deep thoughts*. wasnt that funny? i thought it was very funny.)

tristin shook his head. 'no silly mary im going to harvard like you are!'

Rory shook her head in disbelief. "no you are not tristin because im going there first!"

tristin thought she was so beautiful when she was angry. her hair was piled up on her head and she wears a tiara on her head and she wore a short leather miniskirt and a fuzzy red sweater that enlarged her large breasts. chilton had changed its dress code since the last week we saw them being cute on the WB.

'you are so sexy rory gilmore' he thought to himself. because he cant think to the fishies. (an: ha! ha! that was a jok-ayy! duhhhh you guyz r stoopid)

rory sat up strait in her chair and tristin watched her legs. 'sexy legs' he thought to himself agian. (an: ha! HA! get it? get it?)

suddenly, Mr. Max Medina came stumbling into the classroom with his hair in disarray. 'hello class! today we will learn about the heroes in your life i want you to write a one page essay on you hero'

'cool!' paris shouted loudly from the back of the class.

'yes it is ivery cool' muttered madeline under her powty lips

'rory r u gonna rite about me' tristin asked the beutiful girl he loved with all his soul and all his heart.

'no you are stoopid tristin i will never rite about you but i am going to send this essay into harvard to show how good i am at riting' she declared.

'you red my mind rory i will do that also' he said.

'no you cannot i have to show them how gooid I AM not you you have money and i am poor and cannot get get get into harvard' (an: i cried when i rote this part becos its touching)

'i can give you money rory just give me what i want'

'what do you want' rory asked innocently with wide wide beautiful blue blue brilliant shiney sparkley gorgeous glittery blue eyes. (an: wasnt that pretty and descriptive my 7th grade teacher says im good at this stuf haha cute)

'you now what i want' he whispered huskily again 'give it to me babee give it'

'no i will not give u my pencil'

'i can get your pencil anytime baby'

rory slapped him with a soft and lemony creamy hand. 'not my glitter purple pencil that lane gave me for my 2nd birthday its our secret super special best frieend simbul that we are freinds 4 evah'

tristan almost moned at the sensation........ her hand was so sexy.., and it was so cute that she has a best friend

'if you too are done talking i would like to talk about heros' mr medina screamed.

rory bounced up and down on her chair excitedly.

tristan stared at her

sexy, he thought to himself. (HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!! this is geting steemy betterget t he littlen kiddies out of da room)

'but we are going to harvard mr medina we do not need to listen to you' tristan shouted loudly and pushed the teacher off his desk

the entire class cried out in dismay 'oh no!'

mr medina shot back up, blood pouring profusely out of his left eyebrow and his left lip split open. rory never knew that tristan was so muscular.

'u two are both expelled from Chilton Academy'

'no' rory gasped, starting to cry

'i shall comfort you' tristan shouted loudly, leaping over several rows of desks to bring her to his fiiiiiiiiiiine chest

she cried into his sweater and was surprised to find he was wearing leather pants

'what are we going to do tristin my mom will kill me'

'we are still going to harvard we will go together'

'okay' she said brightly 'that sounds like fun'

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OKAY YO PEEPSIES! NO MORE STORY UNTIL I GET 2000000000 reviews! mwahahah i am evil! evil evil evil evil!


(Author's author's note: Remember, you guys. I'm actually a sophomore in high school and I was just having a little bit of fun with this piece. Don't take it into offense if one of your stories happens to be like this. You're all *very* talented writers. Okay, maybe not all of you. I'm definitely not, which is why I'm writing this sort of crappy humor fic. If you guys want to write *me* an essay about how I'm you're hero.... *grins* Go ahead and do it.)