Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer:

"Now why would you want to marry me, Jake?"

"So I can kiss you anytime I want." - Melanie and Jake. Sweet Home Alabama. I love that movie!

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Chapter 64

The New Who

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Trisher decided Paige had been brainwashed, she had to be the responsible one. She had to kidnap Paige, and some how de-clone her. Un-brainwash her. Whatever.

She grabbed Paige's arm.

"Excuse me," Paige said "But whatever are you doing?"

"Saving you." replied Trisher

"If I need 'saving', which I don't, I will get my husband."

Trisher rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like last time, your knight-in-shining-armour was no where in sight ."

"I'm sure he was off doing something heroic." Paige replied.

'Well,' thought Trisher, 'At least her loyalty to Faramir hasn't changed.'

On the war to the door, they ran into Boromir. Not literally this time. But that was okay, since they were no longer running from a rabid dwarf.

"Hello Trisher. Paige."

"Steward Boromir." And Paige bowed.

Trisher almost had a heart attack. This was one of Paige's least favorite people. Paige bows to no one. She is her own person. Trisher was in total shock. So, apparently, was Boromir.

"Did she just-?"

"Yes. She's sick. Seriously sick." said Trisher

"I am not."

"Don't argue."

Paige shut her mouth. Trisher also noticed this Paige seemed to take orders, instead of blatenly ignoring them, as per usual. Trisher started off again, Paige in tow.

"Do you know what the word 'crunk' means?" Trisher asked Paige.

"No."

Trisher knew she did. This Paige was a liar. And a good one to boot. The old Paige did not have such a stoic demeanor, was more open. And couldn't lie. I believe she said she couldn't play poker with a Scream mask on. That was the truth. She always lost at B.S.

Trisher looked to see if Paige was avoiding her eyes, if she was, she was lying. Paige looked her straight on.

Trisher noticed something. Paige had hazel eyes. Most of the time they were green-looking, but now, they were gray. No life behind them. Just gray. A cold, hard gray, not unlike what the walls of Minas Tirith were like.

Trisher pretended not to notice.

"You know what it means." said Trisher. "It was your nickname. Your volley-ball nickname. Crunk. It was off a cartoon show remember? You had such a hard serve it would hit the ceiling, and then you'd swear. And in the cartoon show, there was a guy that did that, and he said "Crunk swear now. Butt!", and ever since you guys saw that, your nickname was Crunk, remember? And Chelsea, she was Chelly. And Megan was Rip, after Richard Hamilton. Dave had it put on her trophey."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know a Chelly, or a Rip."

"Yes you do!" said Trisher, who was getting frustrated, and was ready to smack Paige upside the head. "It's on a song too. Remember, Big and Rich? In their song "Rollin'", Cowboy Troy has a rap, and you used to sing it."

"What is rap?"

Trisher took a deep breath. "Rap. You used to talk extremely fast, and you were a great rapper."

Trisher noticed a spark of recognition in Paige, then it faded. "I conformed, Trisha."she said.

Trisher was in shock that Paige had called her 'Trisha', but got over it. "Paige," Trisher had to smile at this. "You're not a poser. You couldn't conform if you tried."

"I can and did."

Trisher shook her head. "No, the real you will come out eventually. If I have to drag it out kicking and screaming I will. But one day, you're evil side will flare up, and I won't stop you."

Paige flicked her head at Trisher, not unlike what she used to do with her ponytail, but that had always been a gesture of friendship, just saying 'yeah, right'. But this time it was the real flick, the you're-an-idiot-and-that's-it-I'm-leaving flick.

And Paige turned around and walked away.

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"Cuz back home, we love to dance, we can be two-steppin' or wavin' the trance, cuz when the party is CRUNK the girls back it up, we got the systems on the cars, and the 2o's on the trucks! 6'4 with the cowboy hat, I don't mess around, Yo, what's up with that? I'm Cowboy Troy, a Texas hick, and I'm rollin' with the brothers, Big and
Rich!" - A small part of Cowboy Troy's vocal in "Rollin' The Balad of Big and Rich"