Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer:

kenzieroo: I don't get it. It's funny, but I don't get it

(I explain it through a long tedious explanation)

kenzieroo: LMAO! I get it! Now it's even funnier cuz I get it.!

I think that says that all.

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Chapter 76

Dream On

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I woke up the next morning, happy because it was Saturday, well, whatever the equivelent of a Saturday in Middle Earth is, so I, and Trisher, didn't have to do anything.

"Wakie, wakie, eggs and bacie!" I said, taking Trisher's blankets off her.

"Wazzagoinon?" Trisher sat up.

"We have the day off!" I said cheerfully.

"And you woke me up?" asked Trisher groggily.

"I have a good reason." I said.

"You better."

"You have to get up." I said.

Trisher got up. "You can leave your PJ's on." I said, and I walked out of the room, Trisher in tow.

"We're here!" I said.

"Oh, wow." Trisher said, most unenthusiastcly. "Boromir and Faramir's rooms. Like I haven't seen these before."

"Noooo." I said, "That's not the point. The point is that they have beds. And they are gone."

"Where are they?"

"They are at work, and given we are considered ladies, we don't have to work weekends, which means we get beds every Saturday and Sunday morning!"

"You woke me up to go to sleep?" Trisher asked in disbelief.

"Well, when you put it that way." I said, feeling insulted. "Fine, you rather sleep on a couch? Go back to the library."

I walked in and jumped on the wonderfully comfortable bed.

About two hours later, I woke up, and ambled into the library.

"Hey Trisher!" she just scowled at me. "Excuse me for being alive!" I said. Trisher continued to scowl. I don't know why she's so upset, I mean, I told her she could so have Boromir's bed, and plus, even though she was sleeping on a couch, she at least got a couch long enough to get her feet on. I mean, really, I could wake up very grumpy every day, considering my knees don't even fit on the couch I'm on, but I don't. That's Trisher for you.

"Really making an effort, huh?" Trisher asked.

"Hey!" I said, rummaging around for a brush in my duffel, upon finding it, after hitting Trisher with it, I began to brush my hair. I pulled my hair care kit our ot my duffel. I rarely use it, but today, I decided to make an effort. Trisher watched in fasination as I did my hair Chelly style. Which, for those who don't know Chelly or how she looks, well, lemme put it this way, it's fancy.

"Okay," I said, adding the finishing touched to my hair. "We have to get out of here."

"What?" Trisher asked.

"Well," I said. "As much as I love Faramir, and believe me, I do, its just not worth missing Homecoming, and watching all those hot football players. And then, of course, all the hot basketball players, and the soccer guys, and then the golf team..." I trailed off. "Plus, I'm too young to be tied down."

"So..." said Trisher. "You're going to divorce Faramir?"

"What!" I asked. "No dear, I'm Catholic, and we don't believe in divorce. I think I'll just...leave him."

"What!" Trisher stared at me. "You'll break his heart"!

"No." I said. "I've decided I'll just let Eowyn have him, though she'll have to work hard, I'll let her. Then, I can accuse Faramir of cheating, which in the Catholic Chruch is grounds for divorce. Nifty plan, huh?"
"AND YOU COULDN'T HAVE DONE THIS IN THE BEGINING AND GOTTEN US HOME SOONER?"

"No, I wanted some time with Fari first."
"You are SO conceited." said Trisher, rolling her eyes.

"I know." I said happily. "So, shall we go?"

"I don't get it." said Trisher. "Where are we going?"

"Well, I'm not quite ready to get rid of Faramir yet, so we'll work on Boromir."

Trisher froze. "What are you going to do to him?" Trisher thought for a moment. "Not, kill him?" she added in a whisper.

I shook my head. "Look," I said. "I may be a bad person, but really, you know me better,Trisher. Really now. I have a better plan than killing him. Though it would be easier to kill him."

"Don't you even think of it. So what are we going to do?"

"It involves short people, and a whole lot of looking."

"Oh Lord." said Trisher. "Not short people."

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coolrunnerboy: you probyl have fish stuff all over your room

A List 011: Yeha i do

A List 011: theyre jsut all over my room just all over

LMAO just all over, huh Aubs?