Trisher Nicole Married Who
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
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Disclaimer: "I heard that you were talking shtt and you didn't think that I would hear it. People hear you talkin' like that getting everybody fired up. So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the band, gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out. That's right, put your pom-poms down gettin' everybody fired up!" - Ain't No Holla Back Girl!
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Chapter 66
The Dare
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Paige was back to her long legged strides, and Trisher was once more jogging to keep up. Paige ran up the steps to the ballroom, taking them three at a time, then waited for a few minutes at the top for Trisher struggling along, taking the steps one by one.
She caused an uproar the moment she walked in. It could have been the flapping of her flip-flops, the swing of her ponytail, the color of her pants. But Trisher was fairly sure it was the fact that Paige walked up to Eowyn, and was looking at her square in the eye, not saying a word. Which, even for the old Prissy Paige, was very unusual.
"What do I have to do?" she asked Eowyn. "What do I have to do to get you to quit it?"
Eowyn gave her a wicked smile, and Trisher saw the gears winding behind her eyes. She was searching, searching for something that she was better at than Paige.
Actually, if there was one thing she had that Paige didnt and would never have, was patience.
"Well?" asked Paige.
"Racing." said Eowyn. "A Horse race. Winner gets Faramir."
Paige spat into the palm of her hand and extended it to Eowyn who did the same.
"Deal."
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"Why is this Lemonade Stand closed?"
"Because I tried to buy Parmesan cheese." - Me and Chelsea