JAMES AND MARY

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCALIMER

Okay, I have absolutely no idea where this idea came from, but for some reason I've been obsessing with the GG character Tristan DuGray and the nickname he gave Rory which was "Mary", meaning she was a good girl. This in turn made me think of what would happen if private school rituals for dating were different than public school rituals and this whacky, crazy fic was born. Despite the name, this is not a crossover, though Tristan will be mostly Tristan with a bit of Lucas Scott in him. Takes place in current season after the episode "Just Friends". Tristan and Casey had started expressing interest in each other before she found out that Nora was remarrying. I was under the impression that Casey's old school was a private school, so I'm going with that. And for this fic, Nora had gone to the same school when she was Casey's age and from what I recall from the flashback in 'The Wedding', they still wore regular clothes. The character of Tristan DuGray belongs to Amy Sherman-Palladino, I'm just borrowing him and Chilton. LWD belongs to Canadian Television and Disney. James is from James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause. For this fic, Casey's still on the squad. This is complete but I'm just uploading it a little at a time to see how well it does.

CHAPTER ONE

The boy huffed and threw his head back onto the seat's leather interior.

"This is lame. I don't want to go to this school. I mean, for one thing, it's in Canada," he whined as he watched the scenery go by. He couldn't believe this was happening. This was going to be such a drag. If only they weren't almost there…wherever this stupid school was.

"Tristan, I have had it with your antics. This is the fifth public school in four years you have gotten yourself thrown out of and I can't even take you to a private school anymore, even if I am Robert DuGray. This is the only school that would even consider taking you," his father snapped.

"But Dad, it really wasn't my fault this time," Tristan DuGray defended myself.

"Tristan, I don't want to hear it," his father said.

"But, Dad, I---" he began.

"Tristan, I am this close to sending you to military school," his father interrupted. Tristan shut up. Meanwhile, Casey MacDonald was in the middle of a good dream.

"Oh, come on, Mary. Take a break. Live a little for once," Tristan DuGray said, knocking the book out of Casey's hands.

"James!" she exclaimed, jumping up and placing her hands on her hips as she gave him a mock glare.

"Come on. This joint fieldtrip's not gonna last for much longer. Don't you wanna---?" the sentence trailed off and he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

"Aren't you forgetting that I'm a Mary?" she questioned with a slight laugh. For an answer, he turned her around and pinned her against the wall.

"Well, this James wants this Mary," he murmured, letting a finger trail down her neck. She bit her bottom lip and leaned tilted her head upward to meet his lips. BRRRRRING! Casey moaned at the sound.

"No. Bad alarm," she pouted. Then, she turned off her radio and got dressed. After a quick breakfast, she and her stepbrother, Derek Venturi, drove to Sir Sparrow Thompson High School. Once there, Casey went in search for best friend, Emily Davis while Derek went to look for his friends Sam Chambers and Ralph Waters.

"Hey, Case," Emily greeted. "What's the matter?" she continued, seeing her friend's upset look.

"How come alarms always have to interrupt a perfectly good dream?" Casey wondered.

"Ooooh. What happened?" Emily asked in interest.

"It was actually more like a memory. It was this joint fieldtrip that Fletcher took with our brother school Chilton, and there was this boy there---we were kind of into each other," Casey told her.

"So what happened?"

"We went to kiss and the alarm woke me up."

"Bummer." Meanwhile, still searching for his friends, Derek decided to hang out in the hallway. A few minutes later, he saw a boy around their age following his father into Principal Lassiter's office. I wonder who that is, he thought to himself. Then, finally finding his friends, he put the thought out of his mind and went to greet them. Minutes later, Casey and Emily were sitting in their first class, waiting for the teacher.

"Casey, what are we doing? Class doesn't start for another few minutes," Emily complained.

"I know, but---" Casey's voice trailed off as a blond-haired, blue-eyed young man walked into the classroom. "I don't believe it," she stated. The boy froze.

"What?" Emily asked. She turned in her seat to follow her friend's gaze.

"Tristan?" the first girl asked.

"Mary?" the boy queried.