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. ;)

Minutes in Heaven

"You're KIDDING," Rory exclaimed pushing past him and trying the door. It was indeed locked. They sat down on some broken chairs that were still semi usable and stared at each other. After a few minutes Tristan said, "I'm bored." Rory looked up at him, "So am I."(AN: Well who wouldn't be?) They regarded each other for a moment before Tristan finally spoke, "So you and Dean broke up over me?" Rory nodded, "Because I said you were cute yesterday when you did that thing."(AN: Are you kiddding me? He's cute ALL the time! hehehehe) Tristan nodded, "Oh, so you admit to thinking I'm cute finally." Rory just smiled and nodded. Tristan thought a moment than got the courage to do what he wanted. He walked over to her and she stood up as she saw him coming. He pressed his lips to hers.(AN: Don't you wish you were her?) She smiled into the kiss and leaned towards him deepening it. He pressed her back against her a shelving unit, wrapping his arms around her waist. She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair pulling his mouth farther onto hers. They pressed their bodies against each other and Tristan started to slip his hand up her shirt, she shivered lightly.(AN: Okay this is PG13 and writing like this makes me nervous so I'll stop now!) Just then the door was opened and a light shone in illuminating their guiltiness.

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