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 Three:
Glen walked along with Andy, down the hill and away from Stonefield. They'd heard an almost abnormally loud squeal. If Andy had searched his memory, then he would have recognized it as Trista. The two men walked toward Winnards Farm, unaware of what they would be coming upon. Andy flashbacked to how he met the twins. He'd told Tamara that the farm was his, calling the younger girl big nose. Which made her twin laugh. Back then, Andy was just 18. He didn't know which of the two girls to be stunned by more. The pretty thing with the biggest, most ugly nose he'd ever seen. Or the stunning one with the slightly long nose. Smart arsed little Tamara turned her nose up at Andy and rode off. But Trista didn't walk away. She actually stayed, dismounted her Andalusian and talked to him, chatted him up. He'd been charmed by the 15 year old back then and didn't even know it. He still didn't realize it today.
When the men came up to Winnards, they came upon Trista actually hugging someone other than young Casey, Beth or Zoe.
"Andy, you prawn," Trista laughed at the man's gobsmacked look, "it's Tamara."
Andy's eyes widened comically, making Trista giggle and Glen snicker, though, Tamara looked a bit smug. To her, things were looking a bit up.
"Used to do bits of work for your mum," Andy told Tamara, as she followed Andy and her twin inside, "been keeping an eye on the place, with Tris, since they died."
Tamara's look said that she bet that he did, though it seemed to almost brush her sister aside.
"What sort of work?" Tamara asked, as if she was actually interested, "graphics?"
Andy shook his head, as Trista dug into the fridge for a beer.
"I do horticulture now," Andy told her.
"You're a gardener," She spoke, almost sounding like she was laughing at him.
Trista watched the by-play, wishing that she could run away from it. The last thing she wanted was to witness the Andy and Tam show again. Andy didn't sound too happy with Tamara when she admitted that she wanted to sell the place.
"So you'd sell the only home that your sister has right out from under her feet?" Andy couldn't stop himself from saying, "what the fuck have you become, Tam?"
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Andy started having several flashbacks, he had every since he really started seeing Trista more often. She'd become a hermit when her parents died. Tamara took Trista's old room, since Trista was living in their mum and dad's room, the same room that Andy had been born in. Tamara cleared away the old wine bottles that Trista hadn't bothered to. Trista had took all the corks out of the bottles and hid them. Before Tamara had put it into her brain to clear them out. Trista wanted something to remember their parents by. Tamara may have been a selfish, self-centered bitch. But Trista sure as shit wasn't.
Trista stood out in the garden, in her hand was a bottle of wine that Zoe delivered to her in person. The Aussie woman knew her well by now. Whenever Trista got to thinking of Tamara and/or Andy, she drank...a lot. Andy saw Trista out in the back garden, leaning on the fence and drowning herself in a bottle of wine that he recognized from Zoe's stash behind the bar.
"The man of my bloody fucking dreams," Trista spoke, as her sister came out to join her, "and he's ass over teakettle in love with my twin sister," Trista drunkenly toasted her sister, raising the bottle to her with a shaky hand, "cheers, beaky."
Tamara had hoped to have a happy reunion with her sister. She never actually saw, until now, how badly she had hurt her sister by taking Andy. Andy blinked back tears of his own, where Tamara failed to. Neither of them knew that they had hurt poor Trista that badly.
The next day, Jody and Casey were looking over yet another teen magazine. Debating whether a particular actor was gay or not. Whether or not they'd do him. Then they turned to a centerfold article spread of their most favorite band: Swipe.
"Ben Sergeant," Jody almost moaned out the name, "I'd walk through fire to do him."
Casey rolled her eyes. She found herself doing that a lot where her best friend was concerned.
"Interrupting your moan moment for a second," Casey said a little firmly, "do you think Trista Kaye will be okay?"
Casey always called Trista by her first and middle name. Jody gave her friend a look, only just the tiniest bit bothered by the interruption. Saying tiny only because the interruption was about Trista. All the kids in the village loved her, no matter how old they were.
"Why?" She asked, drinking out of her can of Pepsi.
Casey sighed, "Mum saw Trista Kaye downing a few bottles of Zoe's personal wine stash last night," She confessed, "said that Andy was the man of her dreams and he only wanted her sister."
Jody shook her head with a sigh. The general consensus between the two girls was: poor Trista.
"But the drummer?" Casey asked, almost chuckling as she said it.
Jody looked affronted, but recognized the subject change for what it was.
"He's not just the drummer," Jody said emphatically, in true fanatic style, "He writes the lyrics. It's his band. He's the fucking genius, not Steve Culley or any of those wankers. It's Ben."
Casey looked sold on her friend's emphatic and impassioned response.
"Okay," Casey shrugged, "I'd do him."
Later that afternoon, Casey was still carrying the picture of Ben with her, as she served a tray of tea to the writers at the Bed & Breakfast. Nicholas, Glen and Diggory were all speaking as she did so, so she tuned out their conversation as the men all took a cup. The men's attention was soon drawn over to Winnard's and to the Drewe twins, who were out in tight tank tops and short cut off shorts. Nicholas didn't believe Glen when he said that the darker haired brunette was Tamara. But Glen affirmed it, saying that he met her with Andy and Trista the day before. Poppy, Nicholas and Beth's daughter, pointed out that her dad didn't recognize Tamara, because the woman had gotten a nose job.
Though Beth was a little jealous of how Tamara filled out her shorts. She could never be jealous of Trista, though, because it wasn't Trista that was the threat. It was Tamara. When the girls came over, they received condolences on the death of their parents. Trista pushed the sadness behind her and plastered on a fake look of happiness. While Tamara was her obnoxiously perky and smug self. When Tamara mentioned that she needed help with a skip she had coming out the next day, Beth told her that she couldn't spare Andy...though she actually could have. She was saying it for the heart-broken Trista's benefit. She gave the lighter haired brunette a cheeky little look, which got her a grateful smile.
The next day, Poppy, Nicholas and Beth were all observing Tamara and Glen. Beth had made Andy cook something for Trista, to keep her away from the house and possibly committing murder upon her twin sister. The girl was still damned bound and determined to sell the farm, even if it made her sister homeless. She didn't care, she just wanted to be rid of the place.
"Are you going to Zoe's this weekend?" Andy asked Trista, as she sat watching him...like she was prone to do a lot lately.
Trista lifted her head, looking a little sadly confused.
"She's having the potluck this weekend," Andy reminded the younger Drewe twin gently, "I thought you might be going."
Trista shrugged, "I'll think about it."
Back at Winnard's Tamara and Glen chatted as they worked. Glen asked her if her writing came easily to her. She admitted that it doesn't, but that it felt right. She admitted that she wanted to get into fiction before she turned 30, thinking to herself that maybe basing a character on her twin would make Trista stop hating her. She didn't know that it wouldn't, what Tamara had done to her was nothing that Trista could ever forgive her for.
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"So how'd that go?" Glen asked Andy, drinking the beer that Zoe served him.
Andy sighed heavily, "Made a tit of myself," He admitted, "spent six years stoned out of my box and I'm only just getting it back together. Besides," He sighed, "even if I was the last man in the world, Trista Drewe would never have me."
Glen gave Andy a look that said 'you've got to be shitting me'.
"I wasn't talking about Trista, mate," He chuckled, "I was talking about Tamara."
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Trista's trax:
Word Up by Korn
Sex Is Not The Enemy by Garbage
Take It Off by Kesha
Justify My Love by Vita
Playgirl Central by Tila Tequila
The girls' names: Tamara Lane Drewe and Trista Kaye Drewe.
