Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: "And he had...a bunch of flowers. Dyed pink carnations, fairly hideous You know, like flowers only a boy would buy, but totaly perfect." - Tibby, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Third Summer.

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Chapter 63

The Great Gondorian Ball

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As soon as it was 7:00, Trisher and Faramir were fairly dragging Boromir along.

Trisher ran into the hall, expecting to see Paige standing there, jeans and t-shirt, hair in a ponytail. But she didn't. She did spot Eowyn though.

"Eowyn," said Trisher "Where is she?"

Eowyn smiled serenly. "I think you'll find she's a bit different. But why ruin the surprise? I'll let you find her."

Trisher was upset. Normally, Paige stood out in a crowd. She was taller than most people, and she had that tell-tale swinging ponytail. As she looked around, Trisher began to wish that Paige's hair dye had not washed out. It had formerly been red (if you watch Desperate Housewives, think sort of dark Bree VandeCamp). that would have made her hair stand out from the dull browns and blacks of the Gondorian people. Paige was also the only one in Gondor to have a splash of freckles across her face. And of course, no one else in Gondor had green/blue eyes.

But Trisher didn't want to walk around checking people for blue/green eyes and freckles. She'd have to rely on her instincts to pounce on the right person.

Faramir was looking for Paige too. He actually had flowers. But after awhile they were a bit wilted, so he threw them away. Trisher comforted him, saying Paige didn't really like flowers anyway.

There. Trisher was sure she had just seen a mop of brown hair. Not just any brown hair, brown hair with blondish tips, from three summers ago when Paige had highlights that hadn't washed out.

Trisher slowly walked over. Yes, that was definetly Paige. She may be wearing a dress, and her hair may be done, but she was good ol' Crunk.

"Hey!" said Trisher, right next to Paige's ear.

Paige jumped, then turned around.

"Hello." she said politely. "Would you kindly not shout in my ear?"

Trisher blinked. She wasn't expecting this. Paige must be just fooling around. Paige shouted

"Oh c'mon." said Trisher. "Give up the act. I know you just want to hit me for yelling in your ear."

"I don't believe in violence."

Trisher then had the feeling this was not Paige, only a clone. Paige was a revenge person. She didn't just get hit and not hit back. Something was wrong.

"You- yes you do." said Trisher "Watch." and with that, Trisher punched Paige's arm.

"That hurt. Will you please not do that?" she repeated.

Trisher was at a loss for words.

"Wait here." she said to Paige. "I-I-, I have to, I'll be right back."

Trisher ran into Faramir, who was looking for Paige.
"I found her." Trisher told him.

"Where is she?" he asked.

"She's gone, she's been replaced with a clone."

Faramir shook his head. "Where is she?"

"C'mon." said Trisher, thinking maybe Faramir would make the real Paige come out.

"Hi!" said Faramir walking up to Paige. "You won't believe how boring it's been with out you."

But try as he may, Faramir could not coax out the real Paige. Faramir got sick of her pretty little answers to all his questions, and gave up and walked away.

"What is wrong with you?" asked Trisher "A week ago you would have fairly jumped into Faramir's arms if given half a chance, and now you won't even talk to him!"

"Lady's do not jump."

Princess Lessons. Paige had been to princess lessons. And they'd worked. All too well.

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I love Dave and Kurt. They are the best coached ever. I'm going to miss them.

But, as we do every year (they've been our coaches for 4 years), we gave them both a six pack of beer, lottery tickets, and aspirin.