Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: I love Austin dearly, but he is not the brightest bulb in the shed.

MiNtYgUrL1232: I mean, how would you feel if we put all of your stuff in a freezer?

coolrunnerboy: i dont know

coolrunnerboy: cold I guess

Which goes to show: Boys are like lava lamps. Hott, but not too bright. XD

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Chapter 75

Duties

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It was the morning that we started our 'duties'. And I guess we were supposed to be up early or somethin, but I didn't wake up. Trisher got the pleasure of waking me up. Generally, that is not a coveted task. I am more likely to hit you rather than wish you 'Good Morning!'. If you can't tell, I am NOT a morning person. Nor do I want to. Trisher, on the other hand...

"Goodmorning sleepyhead!" and she jerked my blankets off. Now, it wasn't really fair of her to do that. Why? Well, Trisher had claimed the long couch, so I was stuck on the short two-person couch, which meant that my feet were always dangling off the edge, and the blanket didn't cover them, and I can't sleep with socks on, so my feet are always cold. She should have the short couch. She is the short one.

"Not cool." I muttered along with a few unprintable obsenities.

"Wake up!" said Trisher cheerfully. "Wake up, wake up! Yup, yup, wake up!"

"I'm up, I'm up." I said sitting up, and as soon as Trisher turned around, I snatched my blankets back and curled back up.

"That's it." Trisher disappeared for a moment, then returned. "Paige," she said. "If you don't get up right now, I will be forced to dump this water over your head."

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." as you can tell, I did not like the idea of having water dumped on my head, so I sat up.

"Get dressed." Trisher orded.

"Why?"

"Paige, this isn't Michigan, you can't go wandering around in your pajama bottoms and a tank top."

"Why not?" I asked irritably. Lucky for Trisher, she knew it was rhetorical, and didn't answer. But, nonetheless, I got dressed. Just an everyday pair of jeans and a blue Bunny T-Shirt that said 'I don't need your attitude, I have my own!', or something like that, I was still asleep. And as a special touch, I wore my black and blue tennies, they were brand new.

"Gawd." Trisher said. "Put in some effort. Go put earrings in. You have pierced ears. And do your hair." I groaned, and went back to bag where I pulled out my saphire earings, most likely the only good present I had ever recieved from Travis, and pulled my hair into a half ponytail. I was half tempted to embarass Trisher and do a side ponytail, but decided not to.

"Happy?" I asked

"Better." Trisher said. "Put some lip gloss on." I threw a pillow at her.

"Fine." she said, tossing the pillow away. "Don't make an effort, look like you just woke up."

"I did just wake up!" I said. "No, I was dragged out of bed against my will. I want you beheaded."

"Yeah, yeah." said Trisher. "Off with my head. C'mon, we're gonna be late."

I dragged my feet along to follow Trisher.

I wasn't quite sure were Trisher took me to, but Faramir and Boromir were there too. By this time, I was semi-concious, so I was sorta paying attention, but only about a quarter of how much I normally pay attention, which isn't a lot to begin with, so really, I wasn't paying any attention at all. But that's not the point. I guess, from what little I was listening, I gathered that Trisher and Boromir were gonna do somethin, and Faramir and I were gonna do somethin else. Cool. That works.

Trisher waved goodbye, and I stuck my tongue out at her, which she happily returned. I shoulda given her the birdie, but decided not to.

"So," said Faramir. "Let's start."

"Uh, sorry." I said. "Start what?"

"Oh, that's right." said Faramir. "You don't know my secret plan!"

"Secret Plan?" I repeated.

"Secret Plan."

I rubbed my hands together, I love secret plans. Especially if they are evil.

"Are they evil?" I asked.

Faramir took a moment to answer. "Do you want it to be an evil plan?"

"Yeah, I work really well with them."

"Evil plan it is then." said Faramir.

"Yea!" I said.

"Okay," Faramir said. "The plan is, to make Trisher and Boromir fall in love."

I'm sure my jaw hit the floor. This was an evil plan. And Faramir thought it up. And he was supposed to be the good one.

"I like it." I said. "How are we gonna do it?"

"Well," said Faramir. "That's about as far as I got in the plan, but I figure we can think of something."

"I'm sure we can." I said

Trisher and Boromir!

Trisher was having, mmm, let's call it a less than funner time.

Trisher's duties were less funner than mine. She got the job of having to read over law proposals for errors.

That, if you've ever had to peer grade, or anything like that, think like that, except worse. And boring, don't forget it's boring. Really boring. And Boromir was doing paperwork or something of equally boring value.

Faramir and Me!

"Okay," I said. "So, when you guys go to the library tonight, I'll have the flower guy deliver flowers to Trisher."

"Yup." said Faramir. "And then, I 'll have the flower guy give flowers to Boromir."

"Fabuloso." I said.

And thus our Evil Plan began.

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Wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup Chat Room (started by Austin, of course. Hence the title)

bmxboy: whats everyone listenin to? Jessica Simpson, btw

KenZieRoO: Slipknot

coolrunnerboy: Beach Boys

BigFish: kid rock, the detroit rocka

MiNtYgUrl1232: a delightful song called 'May It Be'composed by Howard Shore, and sang by Enya. Singin Now that I'm with you, Forsyth?

bmxboy: Of course, Paige has to upstage us all. I hate you. And no, I'm not.

ChellyMarie: no one is allowed to hate Paige! listenin to chariot