Title: Trista and Tamara
Rewrite Of: Tamara Drewe (Movie-verse)
Author: Me
Fandom: Tamara Drewe
Pairing: Andy/Trista
Summary: There was two of them. Tam and Tris. Tamara and Trista Drewe. Fraternal twins. Tamara left and Trista stayed behind. Both loved one man, who only seemed to have eyes for Tamara...who had left him in the dust.
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Chapter One:
Andy Cobb stood in the garden, a few eyes on him but not many as he dug the garden for planting. He paused, leaning on the shovel to drink out of his bottle of water.
"And love slipped the bonds of restraint..."
Fifty year old Tess sat under the willow tree near Andy with her laptop. She watched as he finished the bottle of water and as he tossed it into his tool box nearby. She watched as Trista Drewe came up to Andy, with an ice cold and dripping fresh bottle of water. She smiled at how Trista's hand rested on Andy's arm over the shovel, the whiskey eyed girl watching the shirtless Andy drink.
"His touch was like a cosmic 'yes'."
Andy smiled at Trista and kissed the tip of her nose. As he always did. It was obvious to Tess that Trista wished that he would kiss her lips for once, instead of just kissing the tip of her nose. Across the yard, at a nearby property, sat Eustacia. With notepad in hand, she wrote with a furious speed. She had observed Trista's frustration with not really being acknowledged by Andy as a woman.
"Fuck you, screamed Kelly, fuck you to hell!"
The corner of Eustacia's mouth turned up and she chuckled. She'd heard those words from Trista's mouth, but not to Andy or her sister. No matter how much Trista wanted to hit the beak nosed brat with a baseball bat.
"Scott stepped back from the cell door as the glob of spit flew."
Up in the same barn that Eustacia sat under the shade of, was Glen McCreavy. A short, balding man. Who spoke with an surprising eloquence and intellect. Trista was frequently at the property to have little conversations and debates with him. Nicholas Hardiment, a man that Trista remembered her sister coming onto frequently...even when the girl had been dating Andy, was a writer as well. His wife was a subtle beauty, sweet and countrified. Then there was Casey and Jody, two teenagers that got mixed reviews. People loved Casey, but some thought that Jody ought to be taken out behind a woodshed and shot.
The two girls were reading a magazine behind the stone wall that separated some farm land from the main road into town. The girls quietly perked up when they heard Nicholas on his mobile.
"In Ewedown?" The man sounded panicked, "Nadia, what the fuck are you doing there? I haven't told her yet."
Casey and Jody stared quietly, sharing a wide-eyed look. They could hear the woman all the way from Nicholas' tool shed.
"Why not?" They heard the woman almost screech, "You keep saying you want to be with me!"
Casey and Jody shared a silent cackle. Ooooh, he was in SO much trouble.
"I can't tell her just like that," Nicholas exclaimed, hand fisting in his graying hair, "it's twenty-five years; a marriage!"
"Come on, Nicholas," The woman tried to cajole him, before she turned the tables on him, "or I'm going to get in a taxi and find your farm," the woman took a breath, "come up there and..."
"No," Nicholas said firmly, though the woman wasn't listening.
"Drag you out..." She continued on, as if Nicholas had never spoken a word.
"No," He said more emphatically, "no, don't!"
That seemed to please the woman. If what Casey and Jody heard was any indication.
"I want to be with you," The woman spoke in a self-satisfied tone, "I thought you'd be pleased..."
Hardly, the two girls thought together. If Nicholas' facial expression was any indication, that is. Later that afternoon, Nicholas stood there in his bedroom. He watched his wife placing a scone on a plate, near the sleeping poet that was staying at their B&B. He called Nadia back. He'd hung up on her, when he'd noticed Casey and Jody watching him from the other side of the stone wall.
"Of course I'm pleased..." He took a breath, running his hand through his hair as he turned away from the window, not seeing Beth look up to see him in the window, "Nadia, go to the pub and stay there. I'll come when I can."
That pleased Nadia, Nicholas' current mistress, very well. The British born Russian woman smiled, she had Nicholas by the nut sack.
"Are you going to tell her?" Nadia asked, hoping she wasn't obvious in her questioning.
Nicholas paused, making Nadia think that she may have been. She worked hard to manipulate the well-off Nicholas into leaving Beth, she wasn't giving up on it now.
"Just give me a couple of hours..." He confirmed with a sigh.
As Beth talked to her husband, Trista sat on the fence as Andy planted her herb starters into the ground for her.
"I was never any good with that," She indicated the planting, a cool beer in her hand and perfectly good cleavage flashing at Andy as she leaned forward.
Andy chuckled. From his crouched position, it wasn't obvious to Trista that he was staring at her tits. Trista had a nice aquiline nose. Not an overly large beak like her twin had. She had bigger breasts that Tamara did, if Andy's faint memory of them was any indication. Trista was such an obvious beauty, but everyone overlooked her for the beak-nosed princess...even Andy.
"I'll have to teach you some time," He chuckled, going back to work.
Trista rolled her eyes, lifting her beer to her lips, "I wish," she snorted, before drinking.
She was too busy with her drink to notice that Andy had paused long enough to give her a look of shock and confusion. Trista gave a sigh after she polished off her beer.
"Do you think Beth knows that Nick is fucking around on her yet?" Trista chuckled, sighing almost sadly, "I pity the poor thing. Loves the man to death and he looks at her like he's eternally stuck with yesterday's trash."
Andy didn't miss the bitter tone and subtle hints about the triangle that had been her, him and Tamara. He'd wished for years since Tamara left, that he could apologize for ignoring Trista like he did. He may have been with Tamara, but Trista had once been his best friend.
"If you think about this, Tris," He spoke suddenly, "Beth has known for years."
Trista nodded. Andy was right about that. Beth always new every single time that Nicholas took a mistress. Which was only a handful of times. Trista sighed heavily.
"Now that mum and dad are gone," She spoke quietly, "do you think Tamara will come back?"
Andy paused, unsure of how to answer that question. Not without possibly making his best friend storm off on him, angry with him for some indeterminable amount of time. They stayed silent for a while, Trista smiling when Beth approached them. Andy stopped in his work, shucking his gloves and dropping them on the ground, as Beth handed both he and Trista a scone each. They spoke for a while, Beth pointing out Glen to Andy. The younger man had never been introduced, though Beth knew for a fact that Trista had been.
"And the writers are eating al fresco tonight," Beth sighed, "could you check there's no bird shit on the seats?"
Andy sighed heavily but nodded. Beth apologized, staring off into the distance a bit.
"You alright, Beth luv?" Trista asked, throwing her arm over the woman's shoulder.
"Yes," Beth gave a forced chuckle, obviously compensating, "Nicholas and I are going out to dinner."
Neither Trista or Andy thought that that was truly the case. Trista and Andy shared a look as Beth walked away, back toward her house. Where her husband stood in the window once more, thinking of his current stuck predicament and staring at a cow's ass as it urinated. He knew that he was fucked. One way or a fucking other, he was fucked. Hard, raw and without mercy.
And across town, at the back road into town, Tamara Drewe approached.
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Story Soundtrack:
Lothlorien by Enya
Oh My God by Pink
Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects (Tamara)
What's Left Of Me by Nick Lachey (Andy)
Hot by Avril Lavigne (Trista)
Love Me For Me by Ashlee Simpson
Undiscovered by Ashlee Simpson
I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
Making Circles by Christian Kane
Thinking Of You by Christian Kane