Title: When She Cries

Book: II
Chapter: Nine
Chapter Title: Technicolor Dreams

Rating: R.
Coupling: Ultimately: Dallie/Lola, Aggie/Fin, Devon/Ashley, Thalia/Ethan, Paris/Jess, Meggie/Zander, Aurora/Tolly. Now aren’t you glad you’ve spoiled yourself in that way?

Disclaimer: Aye, captain. I hold no deeds to Gilmore Girls. And I don’t own matchbox twenty’s Black and White People.
Special Author Pimpage: Have you read Bent137’s prequel to WSC, The Way To Atlantis, yet? No? Well go do it then.

Special Author Thank You: To Nate, who was my Jamie for this chapter.

 

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Fall on real life/Is anybody left there sane?/
If we slide on over and accept fate/Then it's bound to be a powerful thing.

 

            Lennon DeLuca brushed back the few strands of her light auburn hair that had fallen free from her head band before setting up her shot and serving to her opponent, Lola DuGrey. Lola returned the shot with ease. This went on for about thirty minutes; really their instructor should start switching partners. Her and Lo had been playing against each other for so many years now, that they could for hours without the either missing the ball because they knew each other’s moves so well. Lo called for a time out, and despite the evil look she was giving them, their instructor let them go.

 

            After they had each had a sip from their respective water bottles, and had sat down on the bench, did Lennon dare ask the question that had been on her mind the past few days. “So why are we hating the new girl?”

 

            “We’re not,” was Lola’s automatic reply, as she leaned against the chain link fence behind them. “And if we were, it’d be up for you to decide on your own whether or not you hated her.”

 

            “Gee, thanks but I’d prefer not to be on Spring’s bad side,” Lennon replied, she wasn’t scared of what Spring could do. But didn’t feel like having the nuisance of dealing with her this year. “So why does Spring hate the new girl.”

 

            “Ten to one odds that she’s going to hook up with Mariano,” Lola answered for her before taking another sip of water.

 

            Lennon frowned, “Dallie?”

 

            “No, Augusta.”

 

            “Don’t be sarcastic,” Lennon admonished her friend. “Now, why does this matter to Spring?”

 

            “Spring decided she wanted him last year.”

 

            Lennon rolled her eyes, “Oh, let me guess- when he was staying at your house?”

 

            “Good for you, Len, your blonde roots aren’t showing today.”

 

            “I’m taking that as a yes,” Lennon focused her gaze back forlornly at the tennis court. Thirty minutes was enough, and she wasn’t fat to begin with. Surely if she kept playing she’d become nothing but skin and bones, and that was so not attractive. “I don’t like it.”

 

            “Spring deciding? Or Dallie and Bit?”

 

            “Both,” Lennon drank some more from her water bottle to make it look like she still needed to sit out for a while. Else wise Instructor Abbott would so be on both their asses. “I mean, at least if anyone decides not to like her, it should be me. After all I was the first one to sleep with Dallie. That gives me the right.”

 

            Lola looked at her from the corner of her eye. “See, Len, that was on my lists of things I do not need to know about Dallas Mariano.”

 

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          Tutoring was not exactly Dallas Mariano’s favorite thing in the world. It was better when the kids were younger, but when it came to tutoring his peers…no way, man. It became such a pain in the ass. Fortunately it only took up two hours after school, when he had nothing after school planned, so that it worked out that he wasn’t wasting too much time.

 

            He looked up from the task of taking out the textbooks out of his locker as Thalia leaned against the locker next to him, and sighed.

 

            “We go to Chilton,” Thalia said aloud, “That should not only imply, but make it a fact, that they have an IQ that is at least near the 100 point.”

 

            “It should,” Dallie agreed as he zipped up his bag and shut the locker door. “But it doesn’t.”

 

            “That would make too much sense,” Thalia pulled herself straight and followed him down the corridor. “Do you need a ride?”

 

            “Sure, that’d be great,” he told her. “One more year of this.”

 

            “You mean of Chilton meetings where we have to compete talking news with the importance of filing nails, and Student Government meetings where we have to compete talking student government with the importance of hand moisturizers, and tutoring sessions where you have to wonder how the hell they passed the entrance exam to Chilton?” Thalia stopped to take a breath. “There, that wasn’t bitter, was it?”

 

            Dallie laughed, “No, not at all.”

 

            “I want to be with the intelligent people,” Thalia was near pouting. “Not the ones that give me headache.”

 

            “I hate to break it to you, Tal, but here at Chilton,” he reminded her. “You are amongst the best and brightest of our generation.”

 

            “Scary thought to think of our nation’s future in the hands of Lola DuGrey and Spring Delaney. They’ll debate our country into a very bad place over the pros and cons of getting a Brazilian wax.”

 

            “Now that was bitter.”

 

            Thalia pulled her keys out of a pocket in her purse. “Sorry. I’ll try to tone it down when talking about them.”

            “They’re teenage girls, not Napoleon’s Army,” Dallie smiled at her. “Remember that.”

 

            She didn’t look up as she unlocked the door to her car, “I keep forgetting you use to date one.”

 

            “Lennon’s not so bad,” he pointed out as he sat down in the passenger seat, “though she does Brazilian wax.”

 

            “On a scale of ten, how much did I need to know that?” Thalia asked out loud. “I think it rates a negative nine.”

 

            “Going for the alliteration there?”

            She shrugged, “May as well.”

 

To Be Continued…