Title: Untitled

Rating: PG13 (Some light violence nothing really big!)

Spoilers: none.

Pairing: R/D, R/T, and R/J

Summary: AU, Formally known as "Why I Write Fan fiction."

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Wish I did. It'd be cool. Not making money.

AN: Witness me mocking, this is me mocking. Anyone who knows me and my writing knows I do not tend to write like this. I hate people who write like this. I just couldn't help having a little fun with the "Bad Fic For Dummies" guide. Besides, mocking makes the world go round. I also want to say, this is WHY I write. So people like me don't have to read crap like this. I hope those of you enlightened folks(You know who you are) enjoy this. Those who aren't enlightened, I hope you enjoy it too. Those who don't enjoy it, frankly m'dear, I don't give a hoot!

Feedback: Yes. Feed my Back because you Feed my Back, and I'll Feed yours. ;)

It'll Be Okay

The next day Rory woke up and rode the bus 2 school. She went in and tried to open her locker but like usual it wouldn't open. She cursed the locker under her breath, tuging on it harder. Suddenly she sensed someone behind her, "Need some help Mary?" She turned around and stared straight into the beautiful, crystal clear, blue eyes of Tristan DuGrey.(AN: Aren't his eyes so pretty?) Tristen reached around Rory and gently hit her locker to open it for her. Rory smiled at him flirtatiously, "Thank you Mr. Dugray." He smiled back at her and leaned against the row of lockers, "No problem. So how're things with you and bagboy?" She smiled slyly at him, "We broke up. He hit me because I thought you were cute." Tristan regarded her openly and moved a step closer, "Is that so?" Rory nodded quickly and Tristin commited this to memory, "Well we'd better get to class Rory." She smiled at him, "you know my name."(AN: Shock!) He smiled back as they entered their biology class and ran smack into Paris and her science project which proceeded to smash to the floor. All three looked at the mess and Paris went ballistic, she yelled at them and the teacher came running over. "Paris calm down it will be okay," Mr. Linden said. It didn't work, poor Paris was hyperventilating.(AN: Because Paris is crazy like that) Mr. Linden looked around, "Todd, could you watch the class for a couple minutes?" When Todd nodded her turned back to Rory and Tristan, "Tristan could you run to the maintenance closet and get a mop to mop up this water? Actually first you and Rory you might want to go clean up yourselves." He motioned to the red paint across their clothes. "I'm going to take Miss Gellar to the clinic." Rory and Tristan left and each went to their respective lockers where Tristan pulled out a fresh shirt to replace his and Rory pulled out her blazer to replace her sweater vest. They smiled at each other and went into their respective restrooms to change. When Rory came out she found Tristan waiting for her just outside the door. He smiled at her, "Want to come with me to get the mop?" She nodded and they walked to the Maintnence closet, which was unusually open.(AN: Oooo mystery) Tristan walked in and Rory followed him they made their way to the back of the large closet where the mops were and didn't notice that one of the janitors had passed by and shut the door. They took the mop and walked back to the door, "Who shut the door?" Tristan furrowed his brow in confusion he turned the handle but the door didn't open. He turned and looked at Rory, "It's locked."

(AN: Dun, dun DUN! Cliffhanger. I'll continue it when I get 10 more reviews. Because remember, I don't care.)