A/N: WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Inspiration has come upon me!!!!!!! I shall ACTUALLY WRITE!!!!! Ok, sorry about the EEEEEEEEEEVIL not-writing-thing, buut.. Actually, I had given this fic up as dead, but then my BESTEST BUDDY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD FYONA (hehe. are you SCARED yet, Fyona? Huh????) just got accepted into a school of arts for creative writing and I have been inspired!!!!! This chappy is dedicated to her and all of the FABBBITY PEOPLE who reviewed!!!! Thanks, and Enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: *gets twitchy and paranoid* Ijustcountedmymoney. Ihave16dollars. Thatsit. Donttakeit. Idontownyugioh.

And finally....

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait, Chapter Four!!!!

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Tristan (A/N: I've seen it spelled a lot of ways. N.E. one know the right way to spell it, tell me in a review) whistled a catchy tune as he wandered into the kitchen of the small apartment he shared with Joey. 'Not small' he thought to himself. 'Affordable.' A pile of papers on the table caught his attention. 'What do you know? We DIDN'T scare the mailman beyond all reasonable thought! Oops, nope, wait, we got a NEW mailman, didn't we? Whoops' Picking up the mail, he started to thumb through it, looking for anything interesting. 'Lets see. bill, bill, bill.' Unexpectedly, he came across an envelope stamped with slogans such as "You will die!" stamped all over it. 'bill.' Tristan's thought continued. (A/N: I don't own the Simpsons!)

Abruptly, Tristan came across an envelope unlike the others. It was a sort of pinkish, and was addressed in loopy writing to.. "Joey???" Tristan said out loud. 'Since when did Joey start getting letters from girls? At least, I don't think it's a bill. They have never used a pink envelope before.' shrugging, Tristan tossed the envelope across the table and wandered off to raid the fridge, not noticing that the letter was from T?a. Unfortunately, he tossed a bit hard, and the letter slid off the table and into the garbage can waiting beneath. (A/N: what are the chances?? Spooky.)

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T?a's day had gone from anxious, to nervous, to dreading, to jumpy, to borderline paranoid, to full fledged paranoid. why, oh, whywhywhywhy did I mail that letter? Now he'll know!! Argggg!!!! I told you not to NO!!!! NOT TALKING TO MYSELF!!! Why not? Because you got me into this mess!!! I told you to WRITE the letter. I also told you NOT to mail it. Good things come to those who wait, y'know. just shut up "MISS GARDNER!" A voice boomed. T?a jumped in her seat. She had completely forgotten that she was in history class! "If you would stop daydreaming, you would know that I had just asked you when the reign of Henry VIII was. Do you?" T?a swallowed nervously. " ummmm..." The teacher glared in displeasure. "Next time, pay attention, or I'll give you detention!" she said. T?a bowed her head in frustration. "Yes, Ma'am" she replied. The teacher frowned and continued with the lesson. Great. Now I have a detention warning. My life can't get any worse then this. The bell rang, and T?a headed slowly to her next class.

END (of the chapter)

A/N: END!!! Sorry about the confusing order, I just think it worked better that way. The first part (with Tristan and the letter) actually comes AFTER the second part (T?a at school). Sorry again! Read and Review! Thanks! -Ulita D.'A.