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 Four:

Glen had tried to prod Andy into asking either twin out. It was obvious to Glen that Andy liked Trista, even if it wasn't obvious to Andy. But a whisper from Zoe told him that she had something planned for Andy and Trista. When he went home, he watched the twins throw the bottles and dilapidated pans into the skip. At the same time, Nicholas was watching from the hedge. The older man flashed back to twelve years ago, just after Andy had dumped Tamara, when the girl came on to him with surprising subtlety. Glen caught the man's gaze on Tamara, knowing full well the bastard wasn't looking at Trista. The way that he looked at the statuesque and...'gifted'...Trista was much darker.

"A man can dream, huh?" Glen taunted.

Back at the farm, Tamara sat in the middle of her bed, surrounded by pictures of her and her sister. From birth up to when she left. She noticed how she and Trista started to drift apart. The pictures getting to the point where Trista would rather die than be in the picture with Tamara.

"I'm sorry, Tris..." Tamara gave a teary whisper.

The next day, around lunch time, she watched from her window as Trista sat laughing as Andy tried to prod the billy goat Darcy into mating with Beth's female goat Ingrid.

"What?" Trista laughed, unable to contain her amusement at Andy's expense, "are you the sex doctor now?" Andy glared at Trista, but she continued anyway, "you used to be hornier than a two peckered goat back in the old days."

After a while, Tamara decided that she'd go out. But as soon as she reached the two of them, Andy keeping his eye on Darcy and Ingrid, Trista's laughter stopped and she walked away. Tamara shook off the sadness, keeping her eye on her sister until Beth welcomed her into the kitchen, a barely concealed look of distaste sent at Tamara. Tamara didn't bother to conceal the look of confusion at the look that Beth gave her, before she turned back to Andy.

"I've got to do the house up, before I sell it..." Tamara started, completely stopped by Andy's look of anger.

Andy fought a sneer, as he spoke to Tamara.

"You seem really determined to make your sister homeless," He said, unable to hide the scorn, before he walked away from Tamara.

Tamara sighed. She knew that both Trista and Andy had every right to be angry with him.

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Trista was hunkered down in her room now. Tamara was downstairs looking at fabric swatches and a bunch of paint samples. Beth put her foot in her mouth, when she told Andy that he'd better not be doing work for Trista on the hours that she was paying him. She hadn't been able to stop herself and knew she'd stepped in it when she saw the hurt and crest-fallen look on his face. He'd been working with Trista to restore the place, even before her parents had died, Beth knew that already.

Tamara put the samples away, when Andy showed up. She was a little disgruntled that he'd rather see Trista than her, told him...in a none too nice way...where to find the things to make a cup of tea, before informing him that she was off to work. Swipe was having a show in a field on the other side of the village and she was doing a column for it. After Tamara left, Andy made two cups of tea.

"Tea for the bestie?" He called out, standing outside of Trista's door.

He was able to count down from five before the door opened and Trista took one of the cups of tea.

"I really stepped into it, didn't I, Tris?" Andy sighed, "can't keep it in my pants and I lost my only friend."

Trista sniffled quietly, "Never lost me, Andy," She croaked, "you walked away from me. Not the other way around."

She disappeared back into the room, closing the door on Andy. Who went back downstairs to the kitchen to drink his tea. He actually started to cry quietly. He'd ruined Trista, made her a shell of her former happy self and left her as a dead zombie like shell. That only made him more determined to get his best friend back, no matter the cost.

At the Swipe show, Ben gets even more disgruntled over Steve and Fran being so damn close. He pulled Steve off of her, before stealing the mic and saying that he resigned, calling Steve Culley a cunt. Ben told the band's publicist that he wasn't working with Steve again, because of how he was seeing Fran. It's like a more explosive version of Trista, Tamara and Andy. With Andy being Fran, Tamara being Steve and Trista being Ben. Ben had reacted in a way that Trista could only wish that she could. Fran calls out to Steve: 'No, don't!', but whatever he was going to do...it's done anyway as he decks Ben, knocking him over into Tamara.

Tamara introduces herself, Ben is a little confused. She tells him that she is there to interview him for The Independent. She says that it may have been scheduled for later, but maybe now was a much better time. Which Ben admitted to himself that it was. Jody and Casey see Ben as he follows Tamara back to Winnards. Andy had gotten Trista out of the house, before the two had gotten back. So Trista would be there when Tamara brought Ben to the farm house.

Ben and Tamara subtly chatted each other up. Jody watched on in jealousy. Just as Ben leans in to kiss Tamara, the dark brunette opens the door to the farm house and slips inside. Tamara offers him a beer, Ben throws out a name. It confuses Tamara, but she takes it in stride. Ben clarifies the name, saying that Moe Tucker was one of his influences.

Ben uses chop sticks to drum on the surfaces on either side of Tamara, who was pinned against the counter, leaning in and kissing her as he continued to drum the surfaces. That was quite a talent, Tamara admitted to herself. Andy decided to walk Trista back to the farm house, the man surprised that Trista was acting so freely. Even if she wasn't truly happy.

He lets himself and Trista back into the house, seeing that Tamara had come back. A little early by Andy's guess, if he thought about it right. He sees the two half empty beers on the counter and has Trista wait at the back door. He goes upstairs, prepared to protect either girl if he had to. When he reached the upstairs, he felt a pang in his chest at the sounds coming from Tamara's room. It was unmistakable. She was fucking somebody.

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That autumn, Trista seemed to be much more happier. Andy was apparently spending more time with her, than her sister. Which suited Tamara just fine at the time, because she was sleeping with Ben Sergeant. Everyone could still see that Trista was in love with Andy, who was still completely oblivious to it.

Beth and Glen chatted as Beth repaired the lawn mower. She asked how his book was going and they got into a conversation about how Hardy was like this man that, no matter how old he got, he preferred only younger women. It seemed to strike a cord with Beth, reminding her of her husband. But he hadn't cheated on her since Nadia, so she brushed the bad feeling off. After Beth finished repairing the lawn mower, Glen started it and road around on it with a bit of childish delight.

At dinner, at Stonefield, Nicholas was basking in the praise of women not much younger than himself, all of them writers. When Glen saw Beth struggling with the deserts, he helped her, while Nicholas seemed to ignore both of them. And Glen even feels a little triumphant when he gets one over on Nicholas, in a battle of wits. Back at the farm house, Tamara is at her laptop trying to write, while a bored Ben lays back on the bed. To get her away from the computer, he strums his guitar and sings a little song...pointed right at Tamara.

The next day, Andy and Trista are out planting flowers, when Ben leans out of the window and asks Andy to let his dog, Boss, in. Trista's rather fond of the dog, so she saves Andy the time and does it herself. Andy and Trista were nigh inseparable once again. But not quite to the point that they used to be.

"In your parents' bedroom?" Beth asked Trista, who nodded.

"Tam took it over and kicked me back to my old room," She shrugged, lunching on some crisps that Casey had given her, "don't matter much, anyway."

Andy kissed Trista's temple, like he was want to do in the old days, which made Beth smile. Maybe the two of them were starting to mend things. Trista gave Andy a one armed hug and and Beth a kiss on the cheek.

"I've got to help Zoe close up, loveys," Trista smiled, somewhat genuinely for the first time in a while.

It was one that Andy thought he'd forgotten. He pulled Trista into a big hug, just like when they were younger, before letting her go. Beth noticed how Andy was watching the curvy Trista walking away.

"Still," Beth spoke, startling Andy and directing him back toward the conversation, "I supposed being an exhibitionist is part of his job, strutting about on the stage."

Andy's face darkened at the thought of Ben Sergeant. He seriously disliked the little prick. And while Trista liked his work, she found the young man to be left wanting.

"He doesn't strut," He pouted, not that he'd admit it aloud, "he's a drummer. He sits on his arse."

Beth snickered and wondered if Andy was jealous of the younger man.

"Very good looking, isn't he?" Beth tried to prod Andy, "Poppy Youtubed him and we both got quite hot and bothered," she snickered triumphantly when Andy shuddered, "Is that his car? The yellow porsche?"

Andy nodded, still staring off in the direction that Trista had left in, that pouting and dark look on his face still firmly there.

"Yep," He grumbled.

"Bit brash, vrooming through the village," Beth sighed, "but fancy our Tamara bagging a bonafide rock star. She was such an ugly duckling," which both of them knew to be true, "she must be thrilled to bits."

Andy pushed away from the stone wall he'd been sitting against and walked toward town.

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Andy and Trista:

Unreachable by Ashlee Simpson

I Melt With You by Bowling For Soup