Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: This one's for Austin. "You know you're a redneck when you're at a party, and some one yells 'Hoedown!' and you throw your girlfriend on the floor." - Jeff Foxworthy, as told by Austin. A perfect example of what happened on the b-ball court...poor Megan, she never saw that comin. Trisher knows what I'm talking about. Ha ha, That was great Chels. Real nice.

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Chapter 73

Why Trisher's Pissed, and I'm Not

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Okay, so I was pissed. Okay, I wasn't pissed. Trisher was.

Here's why:

We get to where Faramir and Boromir were supposedly supposed to see us, okay, so we get there. The guard dudes go in, come back out. Okay, so Faramir and Boromir weren't ready to see us.

Which leads to why Trisher was so pissed and I wasn't.

So I wasn't mad, I was like, cool. It was a sunny day, and I was fine with staying outside, so the guard dudes left.

I yawned and looked at the sun.

"Looking at the sun's bad for your eyes." said Trisher.

"Since when are you my mother?" I asked

Trisher sighed. We were sitting on a stone bench waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

Eventually, I got bored. I rolled up my shirt sleeves, and got off the bench and laid down on the cobblestone road.

"Oh lord." said Trisher. "Must you do that now?"

"Mhm." I said closing my eyes against the bright sunlight. "Ain't nothin better to do." I said.

In case you can't tell, I was sunbathing. Sun tanning. Killing myself and slowly getting cancer. Whatever way you want to say it.

I highly enjoy sun tanning? Why? I always fall asleep. Sadly, not with Trisher around.

"Why?" asked Trisher "Why? Why must you embarass me?

"I'm not." I said. "If Megan and Chelsea were here they'd be right out here with me."

"Yeah? Well, I prefer to be pasty."

"Fine, Boo."

"Don't call me that!"

"Why, Boo?"

"Quit!" and Trisher kicked me.

This went on for about an hour, my calling Trisher 'Boo' and her yelling at me.

Then I fell asleep.

"Nice nap?" asked Trisher

"Yes, thank you." I said, stretching. "Ow." I winced.

Trisher grinned. "You are soooooo burned."

"Shuttup." I said. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"God, I didn't think you'd burn that much!"

"Shuttup. How long have I been sleeping?"

"We have been waiting for about two hours."

"Two hours?"

"Yes. And I'm pissed. Aren't you?"

I sighed. "Well, after my sunburn goes away, I'll be tan, so no, not really."

Trisher rolled her eyes. "I say we just bang down the door."

"You do that." I said. "I think I'll go back to sleep."

"No!" said Trisher. "Get up."

I pulled myself off the ground and onto the bench. Trisher looked depressed, so I decided to sing her a song.

"Home! Home on the Range! Where the deer and the cantalope roam! Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word, and the skies are cloudy all day!"

"What are you doing?" asked Trisher.

"I'm cheering you up." I said. "Home on the Range!"

"Please don't." said Trisher.

"Hey," I said. "I wonder if we should, I don't know, knock on the door?"

"It could work." said Trisher.

So, I got up and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" yelled some one.

I waited for Trisher to get up off the bench, and then we, well, I did, opened the door.

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In the great words of Kali:

"Allie didn't eat tha cute little bunny! She ate that fat, juicy, tasty rabbit! ... Uh-oh. Allie!"