King of Fools
By Lezy
Disclaimer : I don't own the characters. Wish I did. The lyrics are Social Distortion's. I own Jessi though. She is mine creation, hell she is me except for the hair and some of her stunts. Maybe she is what I would like to be some of the time.
AN. This is going to be a Trory story and stuff.
Tristan sighed, leaning back in his chair. He hated these things. The Dugrey Family Reunion. All that really ment was a chance for all of the Dugrey family to unite and try to out do each other once a year. It was stuffy and colder than ice. Tristan glanced at his watch, only two more hours to go.
"Hey Wallace…." a voice from behind him called. "They let you out of the Dungen?"
Tristan turned to greet the voice. His cousin Jessi stood next to him. She was the black sheep of the family and Tristan hadn't heard from her for over three years. Yet here she stood, looking every bit her role in leather pants, silver running through odd parts of her body and short spikey hair that was an unnerving green.
"The Dungen is fine, Grommit. They hardly ever talk about you anymore. Nice look."
The Dungen was Jessi's name for Chilton, from which she had graduated three years prior. Jessi had graduated top of her class and used her valedictorian speech to tell her family and her school exactly what she had thought of them. She was the only Chiltonite in history to deliver her speech with a purple mohawk and nothing on under her commencment robes, which she revealed to the assembled crowd after receiving her diploma. She then took her full ride to Harvard where she was again flying in the face of family convention and studying Microbiology and Philosophy.
Jessi chuckled. "They act like I did something shocking… So how have you been my Wallace? It has been way to long. You're a junior this fall right?"
"Bored as hell Grommit. What are you doing here? How is Harvard?" Harvard, Rory. *Damn her, why can't I get her out of my head. It doesn't matter anymore, she hates me, and she is with him.* A pained look flitted across Tristan's features, but not fast enough to allude Jessi's gaze.
"Harvard is awesome. I am here to piss of the fam by reminding them I am still alive, and to see you. But you just looked like someone repeatedly backed over your dog. What is wrong with mine little cous?"
"Nothing…."
"Not nothing. That is the answer you used to give my mom when we got in trouble up at the lake. I know you better little'un. So… is it a girl?"
"No!!! Wrong assumption. Not a girl."
"My ass it isn't. You just lit up like a frigin' tree at Chirstmas. It is a girl. What's wrong? Finally found one that won't fall for your unruly-bedroom-hair-looks? Being the ladies man not all it's cracked up to be?"
Tristan sighed. He knew that he could never fool Jessi. It would be like lying to the other half of himself. "She makes me feel like I am six and have to hit her with a shovel to get her to notice me…"
"Ahhhh, bwhahahaha! I am right again. So tell me about her and your childlike escapades."
"It is not fair. I have never had to work for a girl…"
"Life is not fair little'un. Besides the girls you have to work for are the ones that are worth anything. Hell, look around us… We are surrounded by a bunch of people who don't have to work for anything and they are all dead inside. It is the working that reminds you that you are alive."
Tristan sighed again. "Good I missed you Grommit. Why in the hell did you have to go and get yourself disowned?"
"Because Wallace, I wanted to be happy. There are much more important things in life, like this girl. Bet you she is worth more that lots of money."
"She is… She makes my stomach turn flips at just the thought of her."
"You really have it bad don't you?"
Tristan opened his mouth to answer when his father came up to them.
"Jessica, you are looking… alive," Tristan's father said cooly.
"Why hello to you too Uncle Dick."
"The name is Edward."
"I know, I just call them like I see them."
Tristan barely held back his laughter as his father turned him. "We are leaving now, your mother is not feeling well." With a glare at Jessi Edward turned and walked out of the room.
"Well, guess I should be going…"
"Guess you should… Wait a sec." Jessi dug into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper, a pen and a CD. She quickly scribbled something onto the paper and shoved it into the CD case. "Take this with you, for luck." She gave him a quick hug and left as quietly as she came.
Tristan watched her walk away, wishing he had half of her courage. He sighed and walked towards where his parents would be waiting.
Tristan flopped down onto his bed. The car ride home had been less than pleasant. Between his parents fighting, the strong smell of alcohol permeating from his mother and the insults directed at Jessi it had been an hour of hell on earth culminating with his father telling him "I just am grateful that you will never turn out like Jessica."
Now here in his room, he was safe from his parents for a moment. He looked down at the CD that he was still clucthing in his hands. He opened it and picked up the note inside.
Track 8, you need it.
Call 617-252-8543
Email
Luv and stuff,
Grommit
Smiling Tristan put the CD in his stereo and cued up track 8.
Hard guitars and loud base filled the room.
*Figures* Tristan thought *Jess would give me punk*
He sat back down and let the music wash over him.
I was born a king of fools most
People think I'm just a playboy
Breaking rules. But they don't
Know that when it comes around
To love I always lose why
I call myself the king of fools.
I was born never to care but
Now I want a love that I can
Share. I've searched in vain for a
Love that would never be true
That's why I call myself
The King of Fools
King of fools, king of fools
That's why I call myself
The King of Fools.
I was born without a good
Thought just to live fast, tell a
Lie and break a heart. I have
Broken many hearts and I've
Broken many rules that's why
I call myself the King of Fools.
I was born the King of Fools
At any other game I never lose.
But when it comes around to
Love that's when I realize
I was born the king of fools.
:"Rory," Tristan sighed.
He rolled over and picked up the phone to dial Jess's number