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Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And likely never will. Though if I did, Bakura's do more than Cheerleader duty and Tristan'd have more of a personality.

"Blah" = talking (no, doy…)

'Blah' = Thoughts

(PoV change will ensue, Watch for the changes. They're labeled.)

The Beginning

Tristan's PoV

I opened my eyes.  It was about 11 o' clock on the first day of summer.  I heard some snoring coming from the floor. Puzzled I sat up and looked down to see Joey, asleep on the floor, with one of the blankets that was on my bed covering him slightly. The window was wide open and the curtains were blowing with the breeze. 'He must have climbed through the window… again. Yugi must not have been home" I thought sweatdropping.

I pilled myself out of bed and stood there frowning at it. 'Maybe I should get a hammock.' I thought absently looking at the tangle of sheets on the bed. I tried to make it so my mom wouldn't have a fit but failed… badly. I shrugged and grabbed some clothes out of my closet and went to the bathroom to get dressed. When I returned I was greeted by Joey's loud snoring.

I walked over to him and looked down, my brown un-gelled hair hanging in my face.

"Joey… Wake up." I said to him, expecting to get an answer.

"No! Dat's my pizza, get your own!" He shouted at me rolling over, still asleep.  I sweatdropped at his love of food.

"Joey! Wake up!" I said sharply shaking his shoulder.

"No Sleeping Beauty. Why should I wake up if you're da one sleepin'?" he said sleepily. I snickered.

I finally got frustrated and clamped a hand over his mouth and plugged his nose. I figured that if I cut off his oxygen, he'd wake up. Sure enough he woke with a start. His eyes pinged open and I jerked my hands away and jumped over the bed to get away from what I knew was coming. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. I pushed the on button of the coffee machine and by the time Joey got down the stairs it was perking like crazy. I turned and looked at him as he stormed into the kitchen.

"What took you so long?" I asked him, smiling foolishly.

"What was dat for?" He said walking over to me. He stopped mere centimeters from my face, his fist drawn back. "Were ya trying to kill me?"

"A herd of elephants couldn't wake you." I said turning and taking a mug out of the cupboard and taking the now finished pot of coffee out of the machine. " Coffee?"

"How didja make coffee in the time it took me to get here?" Joey asked me with a perplexed look on his face.

"It's a speed coffee machine. My dad uses it in the morning."  I said removing another cup from the cupboard. I poured him a cup even though he didn't answer to whether he wanted it or not.  I walked over to the fridge and got the milk. "Still, you took a too long getting down the stairs. What happened?"

"I got caught in yer sheets." He said sheepishly. He took the milk from me before I got the chance to use it and poured some into his coffee. "How can you sleep in that tangle?"

"I'm thinking of getting a hammock. It's getting harder to make that thing every day. " I said putting sugar in my coffee. I stole the milk back from him and poured that into my coffee. I turned around and leaned against the counter and took a sip of my coffee.

"A hammock?" Joey exclaimed. " That's cool." Joey gulped down his coffee, apparently not noticing the fact that it was still extremely hot.

"Yeah! I was planning on buying one today. I want to go to the mall. I've got money." I finished my cup of coffee and put it into the sink. I turned to Joey.  "There anything you need at your place?"

"Nah. I had a fight with my old man." He said shrugging. "But don't you have to gel your hair Tristan?"

"I'm out if hair gel. I use a bottle per week. So like let's get going." I said smiling at Joey. With that we left for the mall.

That was short. The next chapter will be longer and funnier. Here's the teaser for the next chapter. Have fun!

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BOLD=Joey Italics=Tristan

Bold Italics: Tristan and Joey

We're headed fer da mall! And in the mall, lies hidden dangers! Fer example! What happens when ya mix a shopping mall with a harpy? You get a whole lot of trouble! And trouble it is in da next chapter! Whose trouble is it anyways? I dunno. You'll have to wait for it like da rest of us. Damn! So stay tuned for: Bold and beautiful Stranger at the Mall!  Next time I'm not reading da script. Yeah it's too dull. Until then!

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