Title: Trista and Tamara

Rewrite Of: Tamara Drewe (Movie-verse)

Author: Me

Fandom: Tamara Drewe

Pairing: Andy/Trista

Summary: There was two of them. Tam and Tris. Tamara and Trista Drewe. Fraternal twins. Tamara left and Trista stayed behind. Both loved one man, who only seemed to have eyes for Tamara...who had left him in the dust.

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Chapter Two:

Jody and Casey threw eggs at Tamara's car as she drove by, Jody crowing loudly when she made contact. They dropped down behind the stone wall, when the car pulled over and Tamara got out to look for the person responsible for it. Tamara looked around at the village with distaste. She hated the place. The only reason that she'd even returned was to get her sister to help her sell their mum and dad's farm. Cause she sure as shit didn't want it.

"What a dump," Tamara said with scorn.

As she drove away, you could spot Nadia, Nicholas' mistress, at the pub. Tamara drove up to the farmhouse. It looked much too much for one person. But it looked lived in. Which made Tamara wonder if this was where her sister was living. Not that she really cared that much. She loved her twin, it was a bond and connection that nobody else in the world could fill. But the two of them never really got along once they started noticing boys and happened upon noticing the same boy: Andy Cobb.

At the bus stop, Jody and Casey were watching three boys their ages act like complete idiots. It was an air of trying to impress the girls, not that it was working. Casey was too soft spoken, but she wasn't impressed by idiots. And Jody had too high of standards.

And now, at dinner time, Casey was helping her mother Mary, who worked for Nicholas and Beth, serve the writers that were staying at the B&B. As Tess talked with Glen, if you looked up, you would see Beth trying to look for something to wear. She tried a dress, holding it up against her and looking at the comparison in the mirror. But it didn't really please her. At their parents' farm, Trista sat in the back, drinking a beer and letting her mind wander a bit to Andy and his shirtlessness as he tended to her herb garden.

Beth opted for a blouse instead. She was hoping greatly that Nicholas would take her out to dinner tonight, but also dreading the fact that he'd come up with some excuse...like he always did. On the terrace, Eustacia shocked the others by admitting that she published lesbian crime stories on the internet. Which made Casey drop a potato into Glen's wine in her shock.

"Beth," Nicholas called up to his wife, after looking at the text from Nadia, "why don't I just pop out on my own?"

And there it was, Beth thought to herself, the moment that she'd been dreading. She forced herself to leave the room, done with dressing, and go downstairs.

"But I'm ready," Beth answered, standing at the landing, "come on."

Beth was about halfway down the stairs, when Nicholas spoke up.

"Is that...I mean," He spoke, trying to search for the beginning of an excuse, "are you wearing that?"

Beth almost slumped a little, but opted to straighten her stance a bit. There it was, the spoken words of what she dreaded most.

"Oh," Beth looked down at her clothes, hoping that Nicholas didn't see her disappointment.

"Just looks a bit...hot," He lied.

With an obviously disappointed shrug, she shrugged off her coat. She felt absolutely gutted, let down and Nicholas could see it.

"You know," He continued, acting as if he didn't see her disappointed and gutted expression, "Haddition's always packed with pissed Londonites on a Friday," Beth looked like she actually believed him, since he continued without paused, not that she actually did, "I doubt we'll get a table anyway," she knew for a fact that they would, Trista had helped her check the place's hours online, "let's do it properly next week, make an occasion," liar, she thought to herself, you wouldn't know an occasion if it bit you in your saggy arse, "I'm vile, I know," obviously, you idiot, "I'm always taking you for granted. You should kick me really, but..."

Beth decided to stop him where he was. She'd had enough by then.

"Who is she?" She asked, with tired calmness.

Nicholas froze in his track, his face saying that he was obviously caught.

"What?" Nicholas asked, as if his mask had never slipped.

When he saw that she wasn't buying it, he decided another route.

"Oh, come on, Beth," He continued on.

"Tell me," Beth sighed heavily, just tired with the entire thing, "who?"

Nicholas folded. But only slightly. How was he to explain his British Russian/Indian mistress to his wife? As Beth's voice raised, the writers on the terrace all paused in mid bite as one, turning toward the noise for another snippet, being granted one just slightly. They heard Nicholas confess that she was a researcher with Radio 4. When Beth asked her name, Nicholas defeatedly admitted Nadia Patel. That seemed to strike a cord with Beth, who went off about Nadia being in Nicholas' book. She called him on it, but he still made a racket out of making an excuse. Not that Beth was buying it anymore.

Tess hushed the others, when they'd went to chatting quietly. She wanted to hear more. This was almost as entertaining as Trista and Andy's rare arguments. As Beth and Nicholas argued, Andy picked up two plates of food from the kitchen. Beth had said that he could bring something to Trista if he wanted, since the 28 year old woman never really did her own cooking. She knew how to use a microwave and order take-out, but she never cooked herself a proper meal. Though, Mary had been giving Trista cooking lessons. Trista wasn't really paying any attention to the loud arguing. Well, she could hear it, but she was trying to ignore it. And succeeding to a certain point.

And when Beth let the word 'bastard' pass her lips, everyone gasped. Quietly for the most part. Nicholas finally cracked after a while, Andy just sitting in Trista's presence as they ate. Andy knew that it was likely that the sensitive Trista would cry for Beth later. When Nicholas admitted that Nadia was younger, than both he and his wife, Trista and Casey (along with Tess) were cackling quietly. Though, Trista was only laughing because she knew that Beth would get even in her own way.

Eustacia made it known that she rooted for Beth, despite any other opinions of the situation. Trista quietly thanked Andy as he took the empty plate. Andy gave Trista a sad look, wondering if it was his fault that she was so hollow and sad all the time now. Well, she became more so when her parents died, but Andy knew that he was responsible for it anyway. As the gossip began to stir, Beth was weeping for the failure in the kitchen, while Trista burrowed into her bed and wept for what could have been. What she wished would have been, more accurate.

As Nadia and Nicholas pulled away from the pub, Tamara pulled up to it. Zoe, a lovely tall Australian girl, was behind the bar. Tamara ordered a drink and a room. Just the one night. She was on business of a sort. She wanted to get rid of the farm, uncaring of anything else. Tamara confessed, after a little subtle prodding from Zoe, that she was from the village. After Tamara disappeared upstairs, Andy strode in, looking a little defeated. Tamara had paused, forgetting her room number for a slight moment.

"Didn't think I'd see you tonight," Zoe chuckled upon Andy's approach, anticipating the 31 year old man and pouring him a drink.

Andy sighed heavily and took a large gulp of the drink.

"Bloody well screwed up where Tris is concerned," He confessed with a sigh, not elaborating on it when he continued, though the comment got Tamara's attention.

When Zoe tried to get him to elaborate on a comment about Stonefield, where Beth and Nicholas' B&B was, he shook his head.

"Marriage," He scoffed, "remind me never to try it."

Zoe cackled, silently toasting Andy, "You're a sex object, Andy, nobody'd have you."

Andy chuckled. Both of them knew that that wasn't entirely true. But neither of them commented. The next morning, Glen and Andy spoke in the kitchen. The two of them had some rather creative names for Nicholas Hardiment. And none of them were nice...or clean. Andy left the kitchen when he was called away by Beth, helping her look over the chicken coop and trying to offer her some words of encouragement. And as Glen sat in the toilet, he overheard Nicholas on his mobile with Nadia.

"If that's the way you feel..." Nicholas sighed, "Nadia, I'm devastated."

Glen paused, holding in a breath.

"But if that's your decision," He continued, "I'll have to learn to live with it."

Glen let out the quiet breath, relieved. For what, he didn't know. Nicholas noticed Beth approaching and Glen listened as Nicholas attempted to cover his ass. Not that it was working. And he knew that it was too late to warn them of his presence, when they had...yet again...begun to argue. After finishing and washing his hands, Glen opened the door with a barely audible sound. He was able to hear them better now.

Beth was able to get Nicholas to admit that he took Nadia home. 'She was in a right state' he told her. Glen rolled his eyes, he sure bet that the little bitch was. Much to Glen's horror, Nicholas had started crying and Beth right behind him. Glen's horrified that Beth was falling for Nicholas' game, when it was so damn blatantly obvious that he was lying to her. When Beth walked away, Glen noticed a strange look of triumph on Nicholas' face. He emerged from the bathroom, Nicholas not even really noticing him, the man with a look of shock at Nicholas' bald faced lies.

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Andy/Trista:

I Never Lived Before Your Love by Kelly Clarkson

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by The Police

Drive Myself Crazy by Fatty Koo

Love Remains The Same by Gavin Rossdale

Perfect by Hedley