A/N- Thanks to all who reviewed! To BeC, yes there really are bands called
The Cure and The Mars Volta, and there is a book called the Fountain Head.
In my opinion, music doesn't get any better than those two bands. To
SeveredLitKitten, it is SOOOO nice to know that some people actually listen
to amazing music too! Yay for you! To all who don't know those bands.I'd
recommend you listen to them, for they are amazing! Okay, I'm done
babbling. Again thanx to all who reviewed, I thank you all very very much!
Now, on with the story! By the way, I don't own the movie Almost Famous.
Summer sat in her car and tapped her fake hot pink nails on her dash board. She had just seen this little talk session go on between Rory and Tristan, and she was not very happy. Tristan was hers and as far as she was concerned, no little new girl was going to take him away.
Brushing a blonde strand from her face she sped off towards her home, running all yellow lights and forgetting stop signs even existed. It was a surprise she even made it home alive, yet she did, and fuming, she blew past the maid and ran up to her room, slamming the door.
Friday, Rory was at her locker talking with Riley when Summer approached the twins with a death glare on her tanned cough*fake*cough face.
"Stay away from him," Summer stated as she shoved her way in front of Rory.
"From who?" Rory asked confused and slightly amused by the whole situation.
"From Tristan, just forget about him and everything will be okay for you here," Summer replied with her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Well, see, I didn't think anyone owned him," Rory stated, as the two girls were starting to get looks from people passing. Just as Summer was about to respond Tristan walked up.
"Hey girls, what's all the commotion?" Tristan asked, as he looked at Riley who was trying not to laugh.
"Oh Tristan baby, could you tell little miss here that me and you are an item," Summer responded, as she flipped her fake blonde hair over her shoulder.
"First, it's 'you and I' and second, I don't care if you two are an item! Okay? Come on Riley," Rory stated as she grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him off down the hall.
"Rory wait!" Tristan called, but Rory didn't hear him because she and Riley were already bursting out into laughter.
Later that afternoon the twins were sitting down stairs watching Almost Famous, when the door bell rang.
"I'll get it," Rory said as she hopped up from the couch. Opening the door she was greeted by Tristan.
"Hey Rory"
"Tristan, hey come in," Rory replied opening the door wider. Riley looked over and saw who it was.
"Watch out Tristan, Summer may be watching," Riley laughed.
"Funny bud," Tristan smirked.
"Want to watch the rest of the movie with us?" Rory asked as she walked back to her seat on the couch.
"Sure, why not," Tristan answered as he followed her into the family room.
They began watching it in silence when Tristan piped up.
"Rory, I'm sorry about Summer today," he stated as he looked next to the girl next to him.
"Oh don't worry, I found it quite amusing anyways," Rory smiled.
"Yeah well, just so you know, Summer and I are NOT an item. Far from it actually," Tristan replied.
"Okay, good to know," Rory responded as she felt Riley nudge her side. She smirked and popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
Monday you could fall apart Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart Thursday doesn't even start It's Friday, I'm in love (The Cure)
Summer sat in her car and tapped her fake hot pink nails on her dash board. She had just seen this little talk session go on between Rory and Tristan, and she was not very happy. Tristan was hers and as far as she was concerned, no little new girl was going to take him away.
Brushing a blonde strand from her face she sped off towards her home, running all yellow lights and forgetting stop signs even existed. It was a surprise she even made it home alive, yet she did, and fuming, she blew past the maid and ran up to her room, slamming the door.
Friday, Rory was at her locker talking with Riley when Summer approached the twins with a death glare on her tanned cough*fake*cough face.
"Stay away from him," Summer stated as she shoved her way in front of Rory.
"From who?" Rory asked confused and slightly amused by the whole situation.
"From Tristan, just forget about him and everything will be okay for you here," Summer replied with her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Well, see, I didn't think anyone owned him," Rory stated, as the two girls were starting to get looks from people passing. Just as Summer was about to respond Tristan walked up.
"Hey girls, what's all the commotion?" Tristan asked, as he looked at Riley who was trying not to laugh.
"Oh Tristan baby, could you tell little miss here that me and you are an item," Summer responded, as she flipped her fake blonde hair over her shoulder.
"First, it's 'you and I' and second, I don't care if you two are an item! Okay? Come on Riley," Rory stated as she grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him off down the hall.
"Rory wait!" Tristan called, but Rory didn't hear him because she and Riley were already bursting out into laughter.
Later that afternoon the twins were sitting down stairs watching Almost Famous, when the door bell rang.
"I'll get it," Rory said as she hopped up from the couch. Opening the door she was greeted by Tristan.
"Hey Rory"
"Tristan, hey come in," Rory replied opening the door wider. Riley looked over and saw who it was.
"Watch out Tristan, Summer may be watching," Riley laughed.
"Funny bud," Tristan smirked.
"Want to watch the rest of the movie with us?" Rory asked as she walked back to her seat on the couch.
"Sure, why not," Tristan answered as he followed her into the family room.
They began watching it in silence when Tristan piped up.
"Rory, I'm sorry about Summer today," he stated as he looked next to the girl next to him.
"Oh don't worry, I found it quite amusing anyways," Rory smiled.
"Yeah well, just so you know, Summer and I are NOT an item. Far from it actually," Tristan replied.
"Okay, good to know," Rory responded as she felt Riley nudge her side. She smirked and popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
Monday you could fall apart Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart Thursday doesn't even start It's Friday, I'm in love (The Cure)