Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: THaNK You! it was Odyessus. Sorry, I was reading about Troy, and he wasn't even there! that guy who's name starts with a U that I can't spell was.

Chapter 45

Like, The National Guard or Something

"Come with meI know the perfect place." said Faramir

So I followed him.

"Here we are!" he said

It was a little stream with sand around it. It was so cute!

"Awww." I said "C'mon let's wade!"

"Wade?" he repeated

"Yes! Wade. Haven't you ever waded before?"

"No..."

"Well, there's always a first."

I was already on the ground pulling off my tennis shoes (my fav pair, white with bright green laces)

And then I pulled off my socks. It was my unlukcy fortune that they were my fav pair, pink and black, one said "Mrs. Bloom" the other "Mrs. Depp".

I looked at them, and shoved them into the toes of my shoe

"C'mon!" I said

Faramir sat down and took his boots off, I double cuffed my pants. I took off my hoodie, so I was just wearing my 'Hartley Nerds, Pick 'Em Up!' T-Shirt

I splashed into the water.

I turned around, Faramir was standing on the beach

I giggled "Can you swim?"

He sort of froze.

"No!" I said "You have to know how to swim!"

"No, not really..."

"Well, you can't really drown in a stream. Plus, I can dive and pick up a brick at up to 10 feet, after that, well, I can't really dive down to 12, but this stream isn't even that deep. Just walk in."

Faramir still looked unsure.

"Watch." I said I walked out of the stream. "See?" I said and then I walked back in.

"Not hard, I promise, nothing will happen."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Faramir slowly stepped in.

"Nothing bad happened!" he said

"No." I said

"Ha ha! This is fun." he said

Then I splashed him.

"Ah!" he said, then splashed me

"Ah!" I slipped on a pebble and fell in the water.

"Let me help you up." said Faramir, extending his hand.

"Sure." I grabbed his hand, then pulled him in.

He sat up sputtering. "What was that for?"

I laughed and shrugged "I didn't want to t be the only one to walk back sopping wet."

Faramir and I both stood up. We splashed around for a while, until the sun started to set.

We walked out of the stream, I wrung out my hair and T-shirt.

I grabbed my tennis shoes, knotted the laces, and tossed them over my shoulder.

"You're going to walk bare-foot?" he asked

"Yup." I said

"All right." he said, relacing his boots.

"Trisher's gonna kill me." I said

"Why?"

"Why? I've been missing. You should have seen her when I went home sick one day! She had to hang out with the sevies, the seventh grade girls, but, hey, this may be good for her. But most likely she has like, sent the National Guard or something. She has to have suspected something, it's been to quiet, hell, I even talk in my sleep."

"We better go then."

It was all to true.

Earlier that Day...

"Paige?" Trisher banged on the door "Paige! You better not be sleeping!"

Trisher unlocked the door, and barged in.

"Paige?" Trisher ran around, but I was gone.

Trisher ran downstairs and ran into Boromir, nuch in the same fashion as I ran into Faramir.

"Do you know where Paige is?"

"Do you know where Faramir is?"

They both looked at each other.

"She's up to something." said Trisher

Faramir and I entered the city laughing and talking.

Then we ran into Trisher and Boromir.

"Where have you been?" asked Trisher

"God Trisher, don't go cronk or anything."

"I do not know what you just said, Paige Marissa, but it didn't sound good."

I rolled my eyes. "You sound like my mother 'Paige Marissa, I don't know what you just said, but I don't want you to say it- no I don't care what it means, just don't say it.' ".

"Where have you been?" asked Boromir, we were mostly dry, except for my hair.

"Swimming." I said "Well, it didn't start out that way. It evolved from wading to swimming."

Trisher snorted "Sort of like you and Brett starting out just having a water balloon fight then ending up on third base?"

"Not cool." I muttered

"Who's Brett?" asked Faramir

I sighed "Just a summer ago. It was nothing. He's just a friend. No more."

"Oh."

"Don't give me that look, Trisher." I said

I hated that look. It was Trisher's own look, though, it greatly resembled my Grandma Eileen's look.

it was a Paige-You-Just-Did-Something-Or-Were-About-Too.

Trisher smiled, that stupid look was always true.

"Never." she said "C'mon. I have to talk to you." she said

So I followed Trisher into the library, were we had taken up residence.

"So," said Trisher "How are you feeling?"

"On top of the world." I said flopping on a couch.

"Good. Good." said Trisher

"Hey, do have like a towel or something?" I asked "Maybe some more clothes?"

Trisher nodded and walked away. "Do you know, something else showed up after you two left.

"Really?" I asked, just then a mint green towel hit me in the face.

I say up. "Hey!" I said "This is my towel!"

Just then something dark green was flung across the room, I ducked just in time.

"That's my suitcase..." I said standing up and leaning over it.

It was, it was my old evergreen duffel bag, complete with the littled keychain that said 'CMU LIL SIS', given to me by Nita, when she went to CMU.

"Huh." I said, unzipping it, looking through it. I pulled out a bunch of jeans, some wadded T-Shirts (I don't fold things), some socks...

"Hey," I said "Are we planning to stay here for awhile?"

"Apparently some one, or something, thinks we should."

"Huh." I repeated. "These jeans don't look too bad do they?"

I held up one of my favorite pair of jeans, hand-me-downs, of course, with two very worn knees, naturally faded, of course, with one belt loop missing, and very ragged on the ends were Anita had cut the cuff off because she is so short and the pants were too long.

"Hmmm." I said, wriggling my finger through a hole at the bottom.

"Is that all your concerned about?"

"For the moment, yes."

Trisher sighed "You know, I was really worried about you."

"Really?" I asked

"Do you know, I was stuck with Boromir? Do you konw what we did?"

I grinned wickedly and tossed my jeans back in the duffel. "I could make a VERY good guess..."

"You are not going to finish that sentance." said Trisher "And you and your dirty little mind can give it a rest, actually, we looked for you too, until we got back, and tripped over these bags. Well, mine and yours."

"Oh look! My tooth brush!" I said, back in my duffel, I pulled out a emerald green tooth brush. "Look at that, I've been looking for that, haven't used it since Hartley."

"Paige, that was like, a year ago, if not longer."

I shrugged "I am not a very good cleaner. And it looks clean. You know, I think I am going to change."

I grabbed some a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and my brush.

I ducked behind a shelf, returned 5 minutes later.
"Watcha think?" I asked, spinning around as if I were a runway model.

"Very nice." said Trisher sarcasticly.

I was wearing my worst pair of jeans, the ones with both knees blown out, a very large gras stain from when I was playing soccer with my family, and with maybe two beltloops, all the rest had been torn off in some long ago battle, and there was a little blue glitter star, well what was left of it, on the back of my knee, and 'Manda was here' in very worn red sharpie on the left bottom. And my '59 Mustang shirt. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

"Hey! You changed too!" I said

It was true, Trisher had put on an Aero Monkey Sweatshirt.

Trisher rolled her eyes. "Very nice."

"Sorry," I yawned "Hey, I'm gonna crash now."

"That's sounds good."

I flopped on one couch, and Trisher on the other.

"It's my mother. If I'm not home, she like calls out the National Guard." - Jazz, Define Normal

That's not the direct quote, but it's something like that. That's SUCH a good book!