Authors Note: Yeah. So I kinda have a Tristan fetish. Specifically Trory. Oh, any Trory shippers? Go read my fic, Late Night Visits! You know you want to. I imagine this to be set a few days after Rory and Dean got back together at the end of the first season.

Disclaimer: AMY IS GENIUS, I AM NOT.

Mary. Sweet little Virgin Mary, the picture of innocence even if she's constantly a dominatrix in my mind. Mm, Rory and tight leather. Not a bad fantasy, believe me. Too bad she'd never go for it which is way more than I can say for some old exes. Not that you know, I asked (lapse of knowledge, damn it) but I had a fair guess.

Sweet, sweet Mary. The picture of innocence. She actually manages to look studious and well, like an actual school-girl in her uniform which was probably it's original purpose. Most chicks use it for the sensual hooker-school-girl thing. Somehow, the fact that Rory's crazily naive about how earth-shatteringly hot she is makes it way hotter than the hooker thing. But that's good too. Half the girls in our grade want to KILL her for being so perfect; the remainders want to hang with her, hoping her divine perfection will rub off on them or something. Paris is caught between the two and her cronies do whatever Paris does with some makeup and fashion, of course. They're scared of Paris. Amusing.

But Mary... she's something new. She's not the first one I've called Mary either. But she's the first one who's told me off for it. "By the way, the name is Rory!" Hey, it didn't stop me but it got her respect. And she had to know that I only called her this all the time because it so obviously pissed her off. And pissed off Rory is kinda hot. Anger is beauty and shit.

That one kiss? Afuckingmazing. You know, she kind of started crying and ran off which wasn't the best thing for my ego but whatever. She definitely kissed back. I even felt some traces of a tongue. Barely. But it counts. And then she's all, oh my God DEAN! Like anyone fucking CARES about that queer bag-boy. So you know, naturally I tried to piss him off too.

But Rory hurt me, okay? Yeah. Tristan Dugrey is n't100 testosterone, you know. I have a brain. I have feelings. And the whole PJ Harvey brush off? Her ignoring me? Spite towards me? Like I was ever that horrible. It's just a part of my personality. She's all-perfect Super-girl (ooh, I wish. The super girl costume is ho-ot) and I'm... the way I am. Comes with the package.

Yeah, yeah. So I like Rory. I mean, I really like her. Probably more than any other girl. Because with her, it's not about making out everywhere. It's about her mind. If we did make out everywhere, that'd only be a bonus, I swear. But just because I admitted to this and the hurt thing, I'm not suddenly a fucking mush-ball or something.

Now she's back together with queer bag-boy I mentioned before who needs a haircut, by the way. What a lame ass. I guess Rory's not 100 perfect. Louise is all, Dan is hot! Haha, sure he is, Louise. Go dye your eyebrows blonde and learn his name while you're being especially ambitious.

Whatever. Like he's gonna stop me. I have news for you. Tristan Dugrey always gets what he wants.

And right now, I want Rory.

Oh, sweet Mary, you will be mine.