DISCLAIMER
Belongs to Canadian Television, Disney, and Amy Sherman-Palladino. I only own the plot. Got the idea for the locker makeover from One Tree Hill. One ref to The Bully Brothers. The song belongs to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. Tristan's lines are in bold, Casey's in italics, and both are mixed.
Over the next couple of days, Casey and Tristan continued their flirtation, the boy basically ignoring everything and anything Chrissy tried. Like when he found a box candy and discovered that it was from her and not from Casey, he placed them in the trash, or when she handed him an invitation to a party, he shook his head and gave it back just as Casey came up to them.
"Hey, Tris," she greeted.
"Hey, Pretty Girl. Ready for class?" he queried. She nodded and they went in. "So, how's your day been so far?" he queried.
"Pretty good," she replied. Then, at his look, "Honest! I just decided that I'm not going to let Chrissy get to me." He only chuckled. "What?" she asked.
"Knowing you, the next time she tries something, there's gonna be a smack down," he told her.
"Yeah. Probably," the girl admitted with a laugh. The teacher came in and they turned their attention towards her. Afterwards, Casey went to her locker and opened it. Her jaw dropped. It had been decorated with pictures of her and Tristan together from their time at private school and some pics of them alone.
"You like it?" a voice asked, coming up beside her.
"Oh, Tristan," she sighed, taking him by the waist. "Now I gotta figure out what to do for you," she commented.
"No rush," he assured. Then, they went to their next class. As they did so, Tristan caught sight of an interesting ad and took it down from the bulletin board.
"What have you got there?" Casey asked, as they sat down.
"Looks like there's an open mic night at a place called Smelly Nelly's," Tristan answered.
"You haven't been to Smelly Nelly's yet?" Casey queried. He shook his head. "Oh, I have to take you!"
"So, this open mic thing, you wanna do it?" he questioned.
"I don't know. I mean, the only couple of times I've sung were with Derek's band," she told him.
"Your stepbrother has a band?" he repeated. She nodded. Then, "Come on, Mare. It'll be fun. And I know the perfect song---the one we sang when we first realized we had feelings for each other." She laughed.
"Okay. Okay, I'll do it with you," she agreed.
"Yeah?" He put a hand on her cheek.
"Yeah. It sounds like fun." He leaned in---and quickly pulled away as the classroom door opened. The two put the items they needed for class on their desks as the other students and teacher walked in. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Casey turned her head to see Sam holding the same type of flier that Tristan had snagged.
"Hey, I know I probably have to run this by Derek and Ralph first, but do you wanna join D-Rock for open mic?" he asked.
"Sorry. Tristan and I already agreed to do a duet," she responded.
"Oh. Uh---that's okay," he answered in surprise.
"Thanks for thinking of me," she told him. The teacher looked at them pointedly, but said nothing as she continued her lecture. Casey and Tristan began taking notes as they focused on the topic. Tristan softly drummed his fingers in concentration and Casey let out a soft moan. Man, he was so hot when he was pulling a keener move! Hearing the slight sound, the boy turned his head to see the girl staring at him and he chuckled. It served her right for turning him on the other day. After their morning classes, was lunch. Casey got her food and headed for where Tristan was sitting. Chrissy, who was walking in the same direction, deliberately knocked her to the ground with her hip.
"Oh, look. Klutzilla strikes again," she smirked. Before she knew what had happened, Casey let out a growl and tackled her. She screamed as she fell to the ground. Sam and Max were getting their food when they heard the commotion.
"What's going on?" Sam wondered.
"I'm not sure. Let's check it out," Max answered and they moved closer as a crowd gathered around.
"What's going on?" Max asked Ralph.
"Chick fight," Ralph reported.
"What?" they chorused, and started moving through the crowd. Their shock deepened when they saw the fighters.
"Casey!" Both boys dropped their trays and pushed through the crowd, as Derek did the same.
"Casey, Casey, Casey, come on. Stop it," Sam said, as the two girls were separated. Casey tried to lunge at Chrissy, but Max tightened his grip
"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Will you cut it out?" he demanded.
"Oh, I'll cut something out all right," Casey snarled, glaring.
"Hey, whatever happened to violence isn't the answer?" Sam questioned.
"That was before this little Magdalene tried to horn in on my guy," Casey responded.
"You're just mad 'cause he's picking a woman over a girl," Chrissy sneered, breaking out of the grasp of the boy that held her.
"Who you callin' a girl?" Casey demanded, also getting loose.
"Mare, Mare, forget it. Just forget it. This Magdalene's not worth it," Tristan stated, getting in front of the girl.
"But she---" Tristan cut off the complaint by kissing Casey passionately. One of the teachers came through the crowd and tapped Casey on the shoulder. The two broke apart.
"What exactly is going on here?" the man asked.
"That little klutz knocked me down," Chrissy accused.
"Actually, Chrissy knocked Casey down," Sheldon said, coming through the mob. "It wasn't Casey's fault at all," he continued.
"But she attacked me," Chrissy objected.
"Attacked you? Casey MacDonald?" the teacher repeated.
"YES!" Chrissy insisted.
"Chrissy, the next time you make an accusation of that magnitude, try not to pick an honor student," the teacher advised. "I'll get the janitor," he continued.
"Okay people, move along. Nothing to see here," Derek declared. At this, everyone went about their business. When the day was through, Casey went home and reported what happened.
"I'm not sure if anyone from school called, but I just wanted you to be aware of it and that I'll take any punishment you give me," she said to her parents.
"Well, while I personally understand your perspective in this, I can't condone fighting at school. You're grounded for two weeks after open mic night," Nora stated.
"Okay," Casey agreed. She then went upstairs. A few nights later, the entire family went to Smelly Nelly's. Casey went to meet up with her new boyfriend while his father went to the table.
"So, grounded, huh?" Tristan questioned.
"Yeah. Two weeks after starting tomorrow," Casey replied.
"Sorry, 'bout that, Mare," Tristan said.
"Ah, well. It was worth it," Casey answered. They walked over to their table and sat down. As introductions were made, Casey pulled a wooden chest out of a large bag and handed it to Tristan.
"What is this?" he questioned.
"Open it and see," she responded. Curious, he did so. Inside was a collection of photos as well as various pages with words written on them.
"Case, these are your songs," he said in surprise.
"Well, I know you have plans to be like, the next Bruce Springsteen, and I thought maybe there was something in there you could use," she stated. Sally came up and announced the evening. There were comedians, storytellers, jugglers, and musicians. Finally, it was Tristan and Casey's turn. They went up on stage. As they got ready, Chrissy came up to them.
"Tristan, here's a little something to apologize for Klutzilla's delusions and to show you that I'm the girl for you," she stated, handing him a black necklace. She gave him a kiss, and then went to her seat. He made a face and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Casey leaned in and kissed him roughly.
"We'll show her," she whispered in his ear after pulling away.
"Now welcome Casey and Tristan with a song by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts!" Sally exclaimed. Everyone clapped. Tristan started singing; pretending like was bored and irritated.
Midnight
gettin' uptight where are you
You said you'd meet me now it's
quarter to two
I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin'
you
At this, he moved towards Casey, who pulled away.
Hey
Jack It's a fact they're talkin' in town
I turn my back and
you're messin' around
She pulled out a necklace that had been given to Tristan by Chrissy and threw at the table where the girl was sitting. She glared at them.
I'm not really jealous don't like lookin' like a clown
They turned to face each other.
I
think of you ev'ry night and day
You took my heart then you took
my pride away
I hate myself for loving you
Can't break
free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to
you that's why
I hate myself for loving you
The crowd roared and started clapping in time with the music. Tristan took a step back.
Daylight
spent the night without you
But I've been dreamin' 'bout the
lovin' you do
I won't be as angry 'bout the hell you put me
through
Casey walked up to him.
Hey
man betcha you can treat me right
You just don't know what you
was missin' last night
I wanna see you beggin, say forget it
just for spite
As she sang, she traced a cheekbone with her finger before moving away.
I think of you ev'ry
night and day
You took my heart then you took my pride away
I
hate myself for loving you
Can't break free from the things that
you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you, that's why
I hate
myself for loving you
I think of you ev'ry night and day
You
took my heart then you took my pride away
I hate myself for
loving you
Can't break free from the things that you do
I
wanna walk but I run back to you that's why
I hate myself for
loving you
I think of you ev'ry night and day
You took my
heart then you took my pride away
I hate myself for loving
you
Can't break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk
but I run back to you that's why
I hate myself for loving you
I
hate myself
For loving you
I hate myself
For loving you
I
hate myself
For loving you
I hate myself
I hate myself for
loving you
They finished to wild cheers. Casey grabbed Tristan's shoulders, pulled him close, and kissed him passionately. Tristan made a noise of surprise, but reciprocated her actions. Sally laughed nervously, and then cleared her throat. Surprised, the two parted and looked at the girl.
"Sorry," they apologized sheepishly, and then went to sit with the MacDonald/Venturi family. Tristan's hand made it's way into Casey's as they sat back and watched the rest of the show.
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The performance was inspired by a Dawson's Creek clip on youtube.