SHOUT OUTS/ANSWERS

My Shangri-la: Thanks. Heck, yeah! She rocks! I'm semi-addicted. Thanks. Hope this is soon enough.

Cherryblossomjen: Thanks. Glad you think so. Hey, that's cool. Sorry for any confusion.

Princetongirl: Thanks. Hope this is soon enough.

Sailor-Lit: Thanks. Not exactly, more like inspired by the other two shows. Okey-doke.

Thugalet: Well, I don't know. I don't want to enable a sick habit. Lol. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER

Okay, I seem to have inadvertently caused some confusion among you guys because I've gotten reviews praising a OTH, GG, and LWD crossover. I apologize. This is not a crossover whatsoever. Tristan and Chilton are inspired by Gilmore Girls, and I have made him a mix of Tristan and Lucas from OTH, but mostly Tristan. Again, I apologize for the confusion. Belongs to Disney, Canadian Television, and Amy Sherman-Palladino. I only own the plot.

By the third period, the whole school was buzzing with the news of Casey's strange outfit.

"Maybe she's sick. Do you think she's sick?" Kendra Rawlings asked in concern.

"I don't know. It is kinda weird, but he is hot. Maybe she's just trying to attract him," Amy Cummings answered.

"But Casey's always been this independent person. Why would she change that for some guy?" Kendra questioned.

"That's a good question," Amy agreed. As they continued to talk, Casey went to her locker, where she began putting her books away.

"Okay, so what's going on with you?" a voice demanded. Casey looked to see Derek.

"What do you want?" Casey questioned.

"Some answers. I mean, you dress up in some ridiculous outfit that Nora lets you just walk out of the house in and you use language that's not normal for you and---" Derek began.

"Okay, 1. I still look perfectly modest, 2. I've used the word 'bounce' in the context that you're referring to before and 3. This is none of your business," Casey interrupted as she continued to put her books away.

"Casey look, I'm just saying---" Derek's voice trailed off as someone suddenly knocked Casey's books out of her hands.

"James!" she exclaimed, turning to face the newcomer.

"You need to lighten up a little, Mary," Tristan told her.

"Oh, and maybe you could learn to buckle down, James," Casey said.

"Hey, come on. You're always studying so hard. It's really not fair what you're doing to me," Tristan stated as he trailed his fingers up her arm.

"Doing what? Are you forgetting that I'm a Mary?" she reminded with a slight laugh.

"Well, maybe this James wants this Mary," he answered. They leaned in towards each other and to Derek's surprise, they began kissing passionately.

"Um, Casey?" he asked. They continued, seemingly not hearing him. Finally, they pulled apart.

"Wow."

"That was---"

"Amazing."

"Come on, Mare. Let's get you to your next class." With that, she bent down and picked up her books, and the two walked off. At lunch, the two got some food and sat down at a table. Almost immediately, Amy came up to them.

"Can I help you?" Tristan asked.

"Hi. My name's Amy," Amy introduced herself.

"I'm Tristan," Tristan responded.

"Nice to meet you. So, how do you know Casey?" Amy responded, putting a hand on his arm. Oh, wow. He's strong, she thought to herself, and she began to unconsciously pet him.

"Mary and I went to sibling schools. She went to Fletcher and I went to Chilton," Tristan answered, as he tried to discreetly pull his arm away.

"Hey, her name's Casey. Learn it," Amy defended.

"Amy, it's okay. Mary's a nickname. Tristan's called me that for years," Casey responded. "And why are you petting him? He's not a dog" she continued.

"Oops. Sorry," Amy said with a nervous laugh.

"It's okay," Tristan snickered as Emily came up unnoticed.

"Amy, don't you already have a boyfriend? I think his name is Max," she said, approaching the table.

"I can't help it. He's so strong," Amy replied.

"Um, okay," Casey said. Then, she stood up.

"Well, I gotta go. Hey, why don't you guys sit with us tomorrow?" Amy invited.

"Yeah, sure," Casey agreed.

"Cool," Emily said at the same time. She walked away.

"See ya, Amy," Tristan called as she walked away. Meanwhile, Sam, Derek, and Ralph watched as the trio talked and laughed.

"What do you think is up with that?" Ralph wondered.

"Good question," Sam agreed.

"Who cares?" Derek queried. "The guy had his chance to be popular and he blew it. It's time we just let him be," he continued.

"Dude, talk about sour grapes," Sam laughed. Just then, another of the cheerleaders, Chrissy Summers, walked up to them and sat herself in Tristan's lap.

"Hi. I'm Chrissy. I'm a cheerleader," she introduced herself, stroking his face.

"Wow, bold," Emily muttered.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Tristan asked, pushing the girl off.

"Most guys are," Chrissy answered. She leaned in to him.

"What do you say we get out of here and make some memories?" she whispered in his ear.

"Sorry. You're not my type," Tristan told her, once again pushing her away.

"Fine. Hang with the geeks. See if I care," she huffed as she stood up and flounced back to the cheerleader table.

"See ya, Magdalene," Tristan called. Casey laughed. Emily looked at them in confusion.

"I don't get it," she told them.

"'Mary' is what you guys call a goody-goody and 'Magdalene' is what you would call someone who's easy," her friend explained.

"Okay, ouch," the girl stated. Then, "What's James for?"

"James Dean or a bad boy," Tristan and Casey chorused.

"Whoa. You guys do that often?" Emily asked. Casey and Tristan laughed.

"Not very often," Tristan assured. They laughed again and continued to talk. From the cheerleader table, Chrissy watched the table where Tristan, Emily, and Casey sat. Her eyes narrowed. That little geek didn't deserve to have such a great-looking guy fawn all over her. One way or the other, she'd make him so popular that he'd forget all about little Miss Goody-Good Casey. The bell rang and with a satisfied smirk, she got up, threw her lunch away, and walked to her next class.