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AN: This is Cupid's Bride, Wittyheroine andwe decided to write a collaborated fic that we hope you'll enjoy.
Summary: AU. The arrival of two girls at Chilton do much to rewrite the destiny of all those around them.
Main Pairing: TRory
Main Triangle: Chris/Lorelai/Luke
Trouble Comes In Twos
By Witty Bride
Chapter One: Arrival of the Pair
"Okay, looks like it's the season of new Chiltonites," Louise Grant said as she passed on two folders to Paris Gellar from the admissions office. "But they don't seem to be here for academic competition."
Paris rifled through the other girls folder. "Wendy Locks - nice name. Peter Pan and a curly blonde in one. Maybe her nickname should be Witty Heroine?" she scanned the documents in the folder. "Girls basketball, a writing club called The Inklings - a C.S. Lewis on our hands, maybe she'll get lost in school and find Narnia and we won't have to deal with her - um, good grades, B's and A's, and hasn't decided on a major yet. Teacher's notes: anti-social and a bad temper."
"Maybe she's a redhead," Louise wondered aloud, "redheads always have bad tempers."
Paris looked up at her friend. "Could you be anymore stereotypical?"
"I may be stereotypical, but at least I'm not so paranoid about my place at school that I look through students folders," shot back Louise.
"I resent that," Paris said indignantly, "I am not paranoid."
"You're right," said Louise, "you're not paranoid at all."
"Thank you," said Paris.
"You're beyond paranoid," Louise corrected herself.
Paris glared at her. "Thank you Kelly for your commentary," she said sarcastically.
"Whatever makes you sleep, Regis."
Paris rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I wonder why I'm friends with you sometimes," she muttered under her breath.
"Somebody has to bring you to life sometime," Madeline Lynn pointed out innocently, unaware of the glare the other girl sent her. "So, what about the other new girl?"
Sighing, Paris scanned through the next set of files. "Lana Keane, grade 10. Activities: Poetry Club called Souls Deep, Student Government Association, plays girls volleyball, manages boys volleyball, participates in school musicals, Concert Choir, Treble Choir, Bel Canto groups, Musicians's Club, Color Guard, Fellowship of Catholic Athletes and Hawkeye; the school newspaper. Above average student with mostly straight A grades, and an occasional C. Huh. An athlete, a musician and a writer. A female version of Henry Soon, if I ever saw one."
"You mean Henry Soon from the soccer team?" Louise asked.
"One and the same. He's also on the volleyball team and the swimming team." Paris supplied, scanning more of Lana's reports. "She looks like Lana Lang, except with black hair, and she looks like she could take care of herself, not a damsel in distress."
"Paris, I never knew you were a closet Smallville fan!" Madeline gushed.
"She has a centerfold of Tom Welling with his the S mark on his bare chest in her room!" Louise shared, grinning wickedly.
"Oh shut up you giggling hyenas and put these back!" She ordered the two as she handed them the files and left.
"Touchy," both Louise and Madeline muttered before doing as she commanded.
Wendy Locks walked down the halls of Chilton Preparatory, inwardly cursing the stupid uniforms they were forced to wear, and the school itself for being so big. She bit her lip, and kept on making certain her skirt was down to her knees because she was worried that a nun was going to pop out at her and beat her with a ruler because it accidentally crept up a few inches. Although it wasn't a Catholic school, she was still worried about it because of a nightmare she had had where she was in that scene in the beginning of The Blues Brothers and she was a sister of the blues brothers and The Penguin was beating her with a ruler because her Chilton uniform skirt had gone up too high.
Sighing, she looked around for the headmaster's office. Where on earth was it? This place was too big. Turning around in a circle, she accidentally bumped into someone. She added her clumsiness to her list of things to curse.
Wendy turned around to the person she had bumped into. "Oh my god," she said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. But I'm a clumsy bint. Sorry about that."
"No problemo!" The other person, garbed in the same horrific outfit she was wearing, said in a cheery manner. "I'm actually not paying attention to where I was going, or who I am following. You go to school here? I'm new and I desperately need help to get to the headmaster's office." One could easily see that she put on a mask of cheeriness despite her anxiety about going to school here.
Wendy bit her lip again in order to refrain from groaning. "Sorry," she said, "I'm new too, so we're in the same boat. I'm Wendy," she introduced herself, "Wendy Locks."
The other girl's smile became less of a Colgate-smile and more shy. In an attempt to become friends with someone she had a feeling would become her very good friend she said, "Hi Wendy. My name's Lana Keane. I'm in the tenth grade transferring from Livingston Senior High in New Jersey. How about you?"
"Nice to meet you," said Wendy, "I'm from New Haven, in the tenth grade, and a transfer from New Haven High School," she paused, and added, "and here against my own will."
"Against your own will? How'd your parents manage that one?"
"Shoved me in the car when we moved, despite my kicking, screaming, and biting," she answered.
Shaking her head, Lana whistled, "And I thought mine was bad. Parents!"
Wendy smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know I'm not the only one with that feeling."
"Mine simply threatened me that I can't ever play music again. They were about to pick my guitar and my cello and whack both into the wall." She sounded tearful at the end of the sentence. "BUT, I get to go to Julliard after Chilton, and that's what matters."
"As long as I get out of the hellmouth here, I'm good," said Wendy, "I seriously walked in here and thought, 'Where's Buffy when you need her?'. I don't know how I'm going to survive three years here, let alone a week. As long as they've got a court though, I'm good."
"You didn't know? Chilton's first division in all sports teams!" Lana exclaimed. "What sport do you play?"
Wendy smiled. "Basketball," she said, getting a dreamy look on her face, then snapping herself out of it, "I'm addicted to it."
"Even though I don't play bball, I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Louis." She smiled back and linked arms with the other girl. "What do you say we find that ridiculous office in this hell?"
"Sure," said Wendy, "If it will get us away from the bickering/bantering duo over there." She nodded to a hot, blond guy and a pretty, brunette girl who seemed to be in a heated argument.
"Is it me or is it getting hot in here? Maybe we should stop Word War III from happening." Lana frowned at the display. "They seem to be a cute couple, too." She added as she started walking to them with Wendy on her arm, protesting.
Wendy objected, "Hey! When did I get dragged into this? I didn't say I wanted to help. Let Frank and Marie Romano bicker."
"Wendy, do you see that guy over there? He's so hot he could melt the entire planet. Don't you think we could just go over there, ask for directions and maybe save the world?" Lana said, her eyes suddenly turning into Bambi's. "Come on!"
"Curse you for being doe-eyed and right," was all Wendy had to say, finally relenting.
Within seconds, Lana successfully dragged Wendy to said hot guy's and girl's side. She asked, "Hey, we need your help for a second, maybe a minute. We need to know where the headmaster's office is; you see we're new and we're running a little late for our introductory meeting with him."
"-----you are such an arrogant, cocky jerk, and I hate you!" the girl had just finished saying.
Wendy and Lana exchanged glances. The blond guy smirked at the brunette, "Come on Mary, don't be like that. You know you love me."
"You know what? You are the definition of infuriating," said the girl, "look it up in the dictionary, and you see infuriating, the definition, then smack dab next to it, a picture of you, Tristan Dugrey."
Slightly put out, Lana said, "Uhh, I don't think they know where here, Wendy."
"So?" said Wendy. "What do you want me to do about it? Make out with the guy randomly or something to get his attention," she joked.
"Not a bad idea, thanks Wendy." Not knowing where her rational side went, Lana grabbed the guy's shoulder, pinned him against the locker and successfully pressed her lips onto his
Wendy's eyes widened, and she called, "I was kidding!"
The brunette's eyes widened, one minute she was having her daily bantering session with her male nemesis, the next his back was onto a locker and she was facing a raven haired girl's back as she stranger made out with him. In disgust and a hint of jealousy she turned to the blonde doll next to her, "You know Miss Kissy Face?"
"Not very well considering we met today, but yeah, I know her," said Wendy, "I'm sorry. I fully didn't think she would do that. I was joking when I said it."
"You joke about making out with Tristan," she asked the other, blatant incredulity in her voice.
"Not exactly," said Wendy, "We were trying to get one of you guy's attention so we could find out where the headmaster's office was, and I joked about her making out with the guy to get his attention."
At this time, Lana pulled back with a horrific expression on her face. "Ugh, that was like I was kissing a cousin. That was so not making out - that was two pairs of lips pressing against one another for a pretty long time." She started wiping her lips. "Where's the fountain?" She spotted one and ran over to it. Then she started rinsing her lips and her mouth.
Wendy snickered. "I was kidding," she said, "you could have, you know, just tapped him on the shoulder."
Taking a break from her cleansing process, she shot back, "With the way he focused only on her and vice versa, I doubt even the Armageddon would have affected either one." With that said, she continued washing away his taste.
Wendy shook her head and turned to the guy and said, "Sorry about her. She just kind of...had a random moment."
Tristan smirked, "Don't worry about it. It was interesting."
"Well, apparently there's no hard feelings between the two of you," said Wendy, "from your side, at least."
"None what so ever from me," said Tristan, and he smirked again, "actually I wouldn't mind if she would do it again."
Wendy looked over to where Lana was still washing her mouth out. "Uh, judging by her response, I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon," said Wendy.
"Well, too bad," he said, and then, turning to her, he said, getting closer to her, "so what about you?"
Wendy raised an eyebrow. "What about me?"
"She has random moments," said Tristan, "what about you?"
"Uh, sorry buddy," said Wendy, "I don't do random. I'm a normal, laidback type of chick."
"Hello," snapped the brunette girl, "still here."
Tristan and Wendy both turned to her. "Aw, Sorry Mary," he said, "I didn't mean to neglect you."
"I'd prefer it," she muttered, and the guy didn't show any signs of having heard it, but Wendy did, and she smiled to herself.
The guy opened his mouth to say something, but Wendy interjected, and said, "Hi. I'm Wendy Locks. And uh," she nodded to Lana, "Miss Kissy Face over there is Lana Keane. We're new."
Tristan shook her hand. "Nice to meet you," he said, smirking, "I'm Tristan Dugrey."
"Oh, that's nice," said Wendy with false cheeriness.
Rory cleared her throat, and Wendy turned her attention to her. "Hi," she said, "I wouldn't shake hands with the devil, if I were you. I'm Rory Gilmore. Nice to meet you."
"The feelings mutual," said Wendy, "I thought your name was Mary, though."
"Atrocious nickname HE gave me," said Rory with a pointed look towards Tristan.
"Well, you're a happy couple," Wendy joked.
"We're not a couple!" Rory and Tristan blurted out.
"Funny," Lana said after wiping her lips for the last time, "I thought you guys had the best chemistry since Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music!"
"We do not." Rory and Tristan said again, together. Both turned to glare at each other.
Raising an eyebrow she turned to Wendy, "What do you think?"
"I think I agree with Tristan and Rory," said Wendy, "they argue enough. But then again you know, I myself couldn't tell if a guy liked me if my life depended on it, so it's most likely not best to ask me my opinion on whether other people like each other either."
"Come on, now, Wendy. It's the classic Lex and Chloe relationship from Smallville; he's rich, she's not, I don't think. She's a reporter girl, he's this ladies' man. She's snarky, and so is he; but they're both quirky and smirky at one another. And, come on. He's calling her Mary for crying out loud!" Lana said, throwing her hands up in the air at that last statement.
Wendy mulled it over a bit. "I dunno," she said, "there was a guy who did the same thing he does to me at my old school, and we didn't like each other."
"Classic 'pull on the pigtails' and name calling techniques that guys use at an early age to get their crush's attention. I did that with my childhood love, and I threw rocks at him because he smelled."
"Okay, there's nothing but sheer hatred radiating from those two," said Wendy, unconvinced.
"There's a thin line between love and hate. Remember that."
"There's still a line." She added, "Thin. But it's there."
"Hate and love coexist, just like a man and woman do. One cannot live without the other, there has to be a balance. This line keeps the balance between those two emotions, how else would you get hot make-up sex?"
"Oh, thanks for the visual," said Wendy, appalled.
Grinning, Lana said, "You're welcome," then turned to the two lovers whose faces were flushed red. "Okay, how about you guys take us to the headmaster's office now?"
"Are you sure it's a good idea they're together? They might kill each other," said Wendy.
"I'm not going with him anyway, I have class," said Rory, "that and I can't be in the same room with him for less then fifteen minutes or I start having psycho killer thoughts."
Tristan smirked. "I love you too, Mary," he said.
"It's RORY!" she said, turning on her heel upon leaving.
Tristan shook his head and turned to Wendy and Lana. "So you two ladies are looking for the headmaster's office? Well, I can help you."
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the two girls were led to the headmaster's office by Tristan. When the headmaster saw the two girls, he couldn't help but think that they were going to be trouble as he wrapped up the introductory meeting with the usual "Chilton does not accept failures" speech. After all, trouble comes in twos.