A/N: I'm so sorry about all of the typos. See, I'm working outta WordPad right now, no spelling checker, and since I'm so used to having Microsoft Word it's really a pain to go back and correct everything. That being said, jus bear with me, and don't become discouraged over my half-wit spelling and grammar (which is probably not even how you spell that, ugh.) Also, thans for all your uber-stupendous reviews. They make me joyful.

Chapter Three - Walking Helps Me Write

"You need a semi-colon here, don't you?" Lorelai asked for the eight consecutive time.

"No." Rory said, without looking at the paper. Lorelai hadn't been right about the semi-colons so far, and chances are she wouldn't be for a while. "Do you even know what you use a semi-colon for?"

"Yes. Well, not precisely, but, if I keep pointing out places to put one, and you go 'oh, you're absolutely right, semi-colon time, baby!' then I will know what to use them for." Lorelai explained.

"A semi-colon is used in the place of a comma and conjunction." Rory informed, sounding just like an English teacher.

"Conjunction-junction, what's your function?" Lorelai sang.

"Don't sing, it scares all my customers away." Luke said pointedly from behind the counter. Lorelai loved how their little arguments over coffee and food and everything else hadn't faded with marraige. It was gret to be married to her other best friend in the world.

"It's all I can remember anyway." Lorelai shrugged.

"So, wasn't that weird, seeing Tristan like that?" Rory said out-of-the-blue, for the nineteenth (or was it twentieth?) time that day.

"Rory, you've analyzed, it, re-analyzed it, and made about eighty lists in your head. I think we can leave that topic alone now." Lorelai said in annoyance.

"Yeah, but I mean, he was, like, almost my boyfriend. If I hadn't been with Dean, I probably would have been with him. I liked him." Rory said. This was not news to Lorelai anymore, who had heard this speech unnumerable times previously.

"And here he is, just out of the blue, just like that." Lorelai chimed in.

And he didn't even talk to you, what's with that?" Luke finished up.

"Exact-" Rory cut off. She stared at the both of them, and then realized she was being made fun of. She frowned.

"Sometimes I think my life was a lot easier when I wasn't in contact with you," Rory told her mother. She got up and headed, notebook and pencil in arms, to the door.

"And a lot less fun. Where are you going?"

"Out." Rory said coolly.

"To find Tristan?" Lorelai giggled.

"To go on a walk." Rory countered.

"You never just walk, Rory. It's, like, against our code."

"We have a code?"

"Yes, and section B, clause fourteen clearly states that we are always to lazy to put forth more energy than necessary."

"Walking helps me write." Rory lied. She was going to find Tristan. They both knew it.

"Right." Lorelai said sarcastically. "See you later."

"Bye, Rory." Luke added.

"See ya."

Chapter Three - Writing Helps Me Run

"Javerson!" Coach Smith called, blowing his whistle.

"Sir?" Sarah asked, looking up from her journal.

"You're supposed to be stretching. Six-minute mile, Javerson. You fail this, you fail the semester." The Coach told her in a kind, yet strict tone of voice. Sarah had to restrain herself from scoffing. There was no way she would pass this, they both knew it.

"Writing helps me run, sir." Sarah said in her most innocent, sincere voice. Coach Smith sighed.

"I'll tell you what, Javerson. If you start stretching right now, I'll pass you if you make it under ten minutes."

It wasn't that Sarah was overweight, she just had the athletic capabilities of a moose, and happened to be rather awkward on her feet.

"Yes, sir." She said in a resigned tone of voice. She got up and started doing odd exercises to loosen up her muscles. Seeing as how they felt like they were contracting instead, she guessed she wasn't doing 'em right.

"Atta girl," Coach Smith said in a way so sickeningly proud and at the same time hopeful that it made Sarah feel guilty that her feet were too small for her ankles. Five minutes later, Co-Coach Neberson announced the start of the run. People lined up at the starting point. Sarah jogged over with Leslie.

"I'll give you ten dollars if I make it under eight minutes," Leslie said.

"Haha." Leslie said. There weren't enough people at her school, an advanced and expensive prep school called Garwith Academy, for there to be seperate boys' and girls' PE classes, so she shouldn't have been surprised to see Terrance horse-playing with a few other popular guys. He glanced at her but looked away. This had to be the first PE class Sarah had seen him in all year, and it was already a month in.

The whistle blew, and they were off. Sarah managed to get left in the dust again, and right when everyone was at the other end of the track and couldn't see her (Leslie included), Sarah tripped over her sometimes-too-big-sometimes-too-small-never-the-righht-size feet.

"Damn," she muttered. sher knee, scabbed from a few days ago when Terrance had taken her book, was bleeding again. "Coach!" she called, limping back to the gym. "Ugh!" Sarah fell over again, limping not being her strong point either. This time, someone helped her up and walked with her.

"Hey," Terrance said simply.

"Tristan?"

"Fall again, Javerson?" He asked with amusement. There was something there, though. Something that lie between them that made it different. Something very different than hate.

"Yeah. My feet are too small, or big, or something."

"No they aren't they're the perfect size. It's all in your head." He said. Sarah stared. Had it not come from Terrance, it would have been a weird sentiment anyway. Coming from Terrance, who was her long-time enemy/secret-true-love, it was uber-weird.

"Maybe your right," Sarah said quietly, just to say saometihng. Right now she was just to wrapped up in staring at him to know precisely what she was thinking, let alone saying.

"Oh, Sarah." Coach Smith groaned.

"Sorry." Sarah muttered pathetically.

"See ya, Sarah." Terrance said softly. Sarah sighed happily. Things were changing, she could tell, if only by the fact that he had called her Sarah.