Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer"That's Billy. His name isn't Billy. But we call him Billy. HEY BILLY" - 02' Homecoming, me and Em havin some fun with Billy.

Chapter 39

ADD, DFDD, and WFDD

Jeez, I didn't realize how different Trisher and I were.

We were sitting in Boromir's uh, I guess you could call it an office.

I was sitting upside down on a chair, I find that an easy way to think.

Boromir just thought I was crazy, but no more than usual, I think.

For instance, here I was, supposed to be listening, but instead my mind was wandering. Trisher had a rapt attention, me? I have like mild ADD. I refer to it as DFDD, Don't follow directions dissorder, my oldest sister calls it WFDD, Won't follow directions dissorder. There I go, going off track.

I have pierced ears, Trisher doesnt. Trisher is slightly shorter than I, but I am unusualy tall. She has blue eyes, mine are greenish.

Boromir was looking for something, and was talking, interesting. Not.

Trisher's fairly quiet and seems shy, I never quit talking, unless I'm thinking. I'm fairly crazy. Trisher's level headed.

I have been described as always being 'On' I don't know if that's true, hey, that's something I could think about!

Huh, Boromir looks a bit worried. Oh well, when doesn't he?

Trisher looked thoughtful. Another thing, Trisher thinks things through, I don't. I do it now, consequences don't matter to me. She plays Sax, I play Piano.

I have watched MTV since I was a little kid, I do not think Trisher has ever watched TRL in her life, though I may be wrong.

Trisher was talking to Boromir. I couldn't really see what Faramir was doing in my current position.

Another thing, Trisher deals with crisis better than me. When her dog died, she wasn't broken up at all, not that she's cold, she just deals with it better than me, who tends to walk around in a daze, such as when Elanor, my fish of 3 years died.

Again, Trisher doesn't like guys, though I did get her to admit Orlando Bloom was hot. That was a breakthrough.

She has a realitivly smaller family than I do.

She doesn't sing at the top of her lungs and dance like I do, totaly making a fool of myself.

She can do math. With me, after addition, it all went downhill. Math is like trying to read a book in forgien language, and with like runes. I can't do it. She can. Very quickly.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, I couldn't play poker with a Scream mask on my head. Trisher never seems to show any emotions, unless she's mad at me, then she tends to swear profusily, espeacially using "Phwch", which by definition means ' An angry swear word normaly directed at Paige.' something like that. Invented by Trisher herself.

But you know, it's like a matter of checks and balances with us. She makes sure I think things through, and do my Math, for the most part. I make her more crazy than she was. And teach her about hot guys like Orlando Bloom.

While I was sitting there, debating, I heard them mention my name.

I fell out of the chair, and scrambled right side up.

"Yeah" I asked, flipping my hair

Trisher smiled "Hello my kleptomatic friend" she said happily

Uh-oh. "What'd I do wrong"

"It's not what you did, it's what your going to do." said Trisher

"What am I going to do"

"Your going to steal something."

Heh heh! My talents come in handy, huh Trisher?