It's an idea. Don't kill me if it doesn't work.

Disclaimer: I own nothing
Song is "Right Through You" by Alanis Morrisette






Tristan turned on his computer. His grandfather had bought it for him when he got sent to Military School. He had been checking his e-mail religously for over a week. With every day that went by, his hopes of getting a responce from Rory diminished. As he sat on his bed and opened his mailbox, he held his breath.
"You've got Mail"
His eyes grew wide as he double clicked on the address that he had been waiting for. He clicked the "Down Load" button and quickly connected his headphones.
His ears rang with the light strumming of a gutar.



//Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away

Wait a minute sir
You kind of hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket taste

I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you

You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while

Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine 69 me
But didn't hear a damn word I said

I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you

Hello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back

Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there

I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you//


He sighed. At least she sent something back. It was a start.