Disclaimer: Don't own it, I don't understand why you people make me say it
over and over again! Dude, c'mon, you're unraveling years of therapy! I
used the names of other actors and actresses, and I don't own them either.
But wouldn't it be nice.
AN: I have no idea why I started writing this story, but I have a lot of free time on my hands, so what the hell?
ENJOY THE RIDE : )
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"So tell me, Mr. Dugrey-" The interviewer began.
"Tristan, please." He assured, smiling.
The woman smiled back. "So tell me, Tristan, your second major movie, how do you feel it will be received?"
Tristan leaned back lazily in the padded chair, the cameraman stepping back slightly to capture him completely.
"Well, I've worked with an excellent cast and crew, had heaps of fun...I hope the audience will like it, critics, well, what can I say?..." He raised an eyebrow, "....their job is to hate everything, isn't it?"
Apparently, the woman liked such a bold statement and gave a genuine laugh. "I suppose so. What was it like working with Paul Walker?"
Tristan grinned. "It was a smash," He smirked, "We pulled so many pranks I think Claire hated us by the end."
The woman leaned forward, gazing at him inquisitively. "Now, Tristan, there were some rumors circulating that you and Claire Danes are in fact, dating. Care to comment on that?"
Tristan shrugged casually and ran a hand through his mussed blond hair. "There are also rumors that I won't return the phone calls from my long lost brother, who supposedly happens to be Jensen Ackles,"
He chuckled, "Claire and I are just very good friends."
The woman nodded, surging forward with the questions. "There is also rumor that you used to date Rory Gilmore in high-school."
Tristan's smirk grew wider. "She was on your show, what? A month ago?"
"She was very nice, had a coffee fetish." The woman replied, laughing.
Tristan laughed now. "That's how I remember her."
"So it is true?"
"In a way," Tristan answered, he decided to loosen up, "Have you seen her new movie?"
The woman shook her head, she turned around to look at the cameraman. "But Ted has, I think." Ted nodded, Tristan looked on with amusement.
"How was it, Ted?"
Ted held a silent thumbs-up, being that he had to control the camera and all.
"I really should have gone to the premiere." Tristan mused, chuckling.
"See, we tried to weasel an answer out of her about you," The woman's eyes twinkled, "But she was shush about it."
-----------------Flashback-----------------
"Tristan Dugrey. What does that name mean to you?"
Rory crossed her legs and mused, "I went to high-school with him." She looked like she wanted to add something but then decided against it.
"Were you friends?" The woman, Clara, asked.
"If you could call it that," Rory said, her lips irking into a small smile of amusement, "His goal always seemed to be to... annoy me."
Clara laughed. "How so?"
"I don't think we have enough time on air." Rory sighed dramatically, smiling.
"Alright, did anything ever happen to you two in terms of romantically?"
Clara leaned in for her answer.
Rory just held a finger up to her lips and closed her eyes, shaking her head and smiling. "I'm not saying yes..."
"I understand, your private life is yours alone." Clara nodded, then decided to change the subject, "So, you were nominated for best supporting actress in...
-----------------End flashback-----------------
"Although after we'd finished shooting, she did mention that if I was ever to interview you, she told me to remind you that her name isn't Mary."
Clara wore a look of apprehension and curiosity at what that could possibly mean.
Tristan smirked again. "I remember that. And it's true, I did love to irritate her."
"It sounds like you were good friends, what happened?" Clara commented.
"I uh, got shipped off to military school." Tristan said, somewhat sheepishly.
Clara chuckled. "The infamous boot camp years, or so I'm told."
"Mary and I were meant to act out the death scene in Romeo and Juliet, but I left just before our act."
"And you were Romeo?"
"And she was, of course, Juliet." Tristan finished.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Clara, now truly becoming interested.
Tristan thought seriously for a moment. "Um...I wrote to her a few times when I was in military school, but I never actually sent the letters." He hung his head in mock shame.
Clara nodded, eager to hear more. Hey, maybe she could do a special Chilton reunion right there on the show! Imagine the ratings!
"...But I completely lost track of her once I graduated. I've read about her of course, in magazines, and went to see her first movie." He acted nonchalant.
"Do you find it amazing that two stars came from the same school in Hartford, let alone the same year?"
Tristan pouted. "Trust Mary to steal my limelight." He joked.
Clara, getting a warning signal from the set manager, hastily turned back to Tristan. "One last question before we leave, what is your dating status? I mean, are you currently seeing someone?"
Tristan shook his head. "Not at the moment, no."
The interviewer smiled at him warmly. "I'm sure all the ladies are breathing sighs of relief."
He chuckled before shaking her hand.
"And... we're off." Ted told them.
"Thanks Mr. Dugrey," Paul, the manager came over, "Long day, I'm going home." He said, rolling his eyes and smiling.
"Yeah." Tristan nodded, somewhat disturbed at how that interview provoked a lot of hidden emotions.
Clara shook his hand and winked at him. "I think you should call her and invite her out for coffee," She commented to a surprised Tristan, "She loves the stuff."
"What are you talking about?" Tristan asked, somewhat nervously.
Clara just gave him a pointed look.
"I-I don't even have her number." He protested.
Clara rolled her eyes at him and then gave him another one of her pointed looks. "You're a movie star. Call her agent, they'll give it to you."
"What am I going to say?" Tristan said, raising his eyebrows, "Hi, I had a sudden urge to talk to a girl I haven't spoken to in almost nine years? Could I get her number?"
Clara grinned at him, pulling on a jacket and grabbing her bag. "You know you want to call her. That's why you have so many excuses."
"You're good." Tristan said finally.
"Thank you, I try." Clara said wryly.
"How do you know all of this?"
Clara shrugged. "Age brings wisdom, not just wrinkles."
Tristan smiled at her.
"Thanks for the interview, Clara." Tristan said, walking through the main entrance where a silver Mercedes was parked outside waiting with his driver.
"And Tristan," Clara called out, "Make sure to NOT tell them you're NOT a stalker, they'll tend to think the exact opposite!"
Tristan grinned at hearing the advice.
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AN:
SILLY OWLS. SOOOO SILLY.
Please review. : )
AN: I have no idea why I started writing this story, but I have a lot of free time on my hands, so what the hell?
ENJOY THE RIDE : )
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"So tell me, Mr. Dugrey-" The interviewer began.
"Tristan, please." He assured, smiling.
The woman smiled back. "So tell me, Tristan, your second major movie, how do you feel it will be received?"
Tristan leaned back lazily in the padded chair, the cameraman stepping back slightly to capture him completely.
"Well, I've worked with an excellent cast and crew, had heaps of fun...I hope the audience will like it, critics, well, what can I say?..." He raised an eyebrow, "....their job is to hate everything, isn't it?"
Apparently, the woman liked such a bold statement and gave a genuine laugh. "I suppose so. What was it like working with Paul Walker?"
Tristan grinned. "It was a smash," He smirked, "We pulled so many pranks I think Claire hated us by the end."
The woman leaned forward, gazing at him inquisitively. "Now, Tristan, there were some rumors circulating that you and Claire Danes are in fact, dating. Care to comment on that?"
Tristan shrugged casually and ran a hand through his mussed blond hair. "There are also rumors that I won't return the phone calls from my long lost brother, who supposedly happens to be Jensen Ackles,"
He chuckled, "Claire and I are just very good friends."
The woman nodded, surging forward with the questions. "There is also rumor that you used to date Rory Gilmore in high-school."
Tristan's smirk grew wider. "She was on your show, what? A month ago?"
"She was very nice, had a coffee fetish." The woman replied, laughing.
Tristan laughed now. "That's how I remember her."
"So it is true?"
"In a way," Tristan answered, he decided to loosen up, "Have you seen her new movie?"
The woman shook her head, she turned around to look at the cameraman. "But Ted has, I think." Ted nodded, Tristan looked on with amusement.
"How was it, Ted?"
Ted held a silent thumbs-up, being that he had to control the camera and all.
"I really should have gone to the premiere." Tristan mused, chuckling.
"See, we tried to weasel an answer out of her about you," The woman's eyes twinkled, "But she was shush about it."
-----------------Flashback-----------------
"Tristan Dugrey. What does that name mean to you?"
Rory crossed her legs and mused, "I went to high-school with him." She looked like she wanted to add something but then decided against it.
"Were you friends?" The woman, Clara, asked.
"If you could call it that," Rory said, her lips irking into a small smile of amusement, "His goal always seemed to be to... annoy me."
Clara laughed. "How so?"
"I don't think we have enough time on air." Rory sighed dramatically, smiling.
"Alright, did anything ever happen to you two in terms of romantically?"
Clara leaned in for her answer.
Rory just held a finger up to her lips and closed her eyes, shaking her head and smiling. "I'm not saying yes..."
"I understand, your private life is yours alone." Clara nodded, then decided to change the subject, "So, you were nominated for best supporting actress in...
-----------------End flashback-----------------
"Although after we'd finished shooting, she did mention that if I was ever to interview you, she told me to remind you that her name isn't Mary."
Clara wore a look of apprehension and curiosity at what that could possibly mean.
Tristan smirked again. "I remember that. And it's true, I did love to irritate her."
"It sounds like you were good friends, what happened?" Clara commented.
"I uh, got shipped off to military school." Tristan said, somewhat sheepishly.
Clara chuckled. "The infamous boot camp years, or so I'm told."
"Mary and I were meant to act out the death scene in Romeo and Juliet, but I left just before our act."
"And you were Romeo?"
"And she was, of course, Juliet." Tristan finished.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Clara, now truly becoming interested.
Tristan thought seriously for a moment. "Um...I wrote to her a few times when I was in military school, but I never actually sent the letters." He hung his head in mock shame.
Clara nodded, eager to hear more. Hey, maybe she could do a special Chilton reunion right there on the show! Imagine the ratings!
"...But I completely lost track of her once I graduated. I've read about her of course, in magazines, and went to see her first movie." He acted nonchalant.
"Do you find it amazing that two stars came from the same school in Hartford, let alone the same year?"
Tristan pouted. "Trust Mary to steal my limelight." He joked.
Clara, getting a warning signal from the set manager, hastily turned back to Tristan. "One last question before we leave, what is your dating status? I mean, are you currently seeing someone?"
Tristan shook his head. "Not at the moment, no."
The interviewer smiled at him warmly. "I'm sure all the ladies are breathing sighs of relief."
He chuckled before shaking her hand.
"And... we're off." Ted told them.
"Thanks Mr. Dugrey," Paul, the manager came over, "Long day, I'm going home." He said, rolling his eyes and smiling.
"Yeah." Tristan nodded, somewhat disturbed at how that interview provoked a lot of hidden emotions.
Clara shook his hand and winked at him. "I think you should call her and invite her out for coffee," She commented to a surprised Tristan, "She loves the stuff."
"What are you talking about?" Tristan asked, somewhat nervously.
Clara just gave him a pointed look.
"I-I don't even have her number." He protested.
Clara rolled her eyes at him and then gave him another one of her pointed looks. "You're a movie star. Call her agent, they'll give it to you."
"What am I going to say?" Tristan said, raising his eyebrows, "Hi, I had a sudden urge to talk to a girl I haven't spoken to in almost nine years? Could I get her number?"
Clara grinned at him, pulling on a jacket and grabbing her bag. "You know you want to call her. That's why you have so many excuses."
"You're good." Tristan said finally.
"Thank you, I try." Clara said wryly.
"How do you know all of this?"
Clara shrugged. "Age brings wisdom, not just wrinkles."
Tristan smiled at her.
"Thanks for the interview, Clara." Tristan said, walking through the main entrance where a silver Mercedes was parked outside waiting with his driver.
"And Tristan," Clara called out, "Make sure to NOT tell them you're NOT a stalker, they'll tend to think the exact opposite!"
Tristan grinned at hearing the advice.
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AN:
SILLY OWLS. SOOOO SILLY.
Please review. : )