Never live for someone else/Do you like the way you feel/ Nothing hurts when no one's real/She wants to shake this scene/ Yeah she wants to shake with me/She's not looking for the holes in all the lies.

Not only could he feel her presence down the hall, he could hear her too. Well, her music to be exact. Lola DuGrey wasn’t exactly the quietest person in the world. In fact she had a way of letting everyone know she was there. Like now, for instance, not only was her music blaring but you could hear the thumping of things being moved around and thrown. Dallie wasn’t sure that he really wanted to know what she was doing in there.

Not that his imagination would listen to him a’tall, for the scenario kept playing in his head over and over again. Though the logistics told him that those scenarios were highly unlikely. Then again, you never knew with Lola.

Dallie could hear her music shut off and the door close and the clicking off her heels as they crossed the hardwood floor. Then there was nothing but silence. He let out a breath of relief. What were his parents thinking staying over longer than originally planned? Lola was going to drive him mad before they returned home.

One thing was for certain, however, she was not going keep him holed up in his room the entire stay. Leaving only for meals and school. Yes, he was going to open his door, step outside and…do what exactly? His teacher’s kept telling him how like his mother he was. Of course that just meant they didn’t know him that well, since he never seemed to plan very far ahead.

For Christ’s sake, he could be hungry. It was early in the morning and he hadn’t eaten anything yet. Dallie scowled at himself, he really needed to stop rationalizing himself around Lola DuGrey.

He threw open the door only to be met with the object of his obsession and desire. Though not like he’d seen her in a long time, she wore a white sundress with baby blue trim and her hair was pulled back in a messy bun. It must have been, what Augusta called, “The Tristan Influence”.

“Oh good, save me the trouble from possibly breaking my nails,” Lola greeted him, brushing a stray look from her face. “Daddy sent me to tell you that breakfast is served.”

It was most definitely “The Tristan Influence” then. “You don’t have maids to do that?”

“They’re setting up the breakfast table,” Lola replied, not picking up on his sarcasm. Something was up; she was usually sharper than that.

Dallie sighed and began to follow her out of his temporary room. “Anything else, Princess?”

“Devon called,” She replied. “He left for school today. He gave his best.”

He eyed her suspiciously. Lola was being far too agreeable.

Venus was the first one to greet her when Lola walked into the dining room. The rest of the room was empty; the plates all ready having been set and her father nowhere in sight.

So pretty much being civil to Dallie was a wasted effort. Damn. Lola pulled her normal chair out and sat down, allowing her cat to jump on her lap while Dallie sat in the seat next to her.

“Where’s Tristan?” Dallie asked before he took a bite of the eggs.

Lola shrugged, “Most likely finishing up business.”

“Oh,” He shoved a piece of bacon to the side of his plate.

She took a sip of her tea before cutting a piece of her French toast. “Yeah.”

“We’re rather verbose today, aren’t we?” He mumbled.

“I don’t believe in arguing until I’ve had at least one cup of tea.”

Dallie looked up sharply, “You don’t believe we could have a civil conversation with each other?”

Lola eyed him oddly, “You mean without arguing?”

“Is the concept so foreign to you?”

“When talking about us, I would say so.”

“We use to get along,” Dallie couldn’t help but point out.

Lola rolled her eyes and pushed her barely touched plate of food away from her. “That doesn’t mean anything. I use to have a crush on Mark Paul Gosselaar from Saved By The Bell reruns. Obviously it just means my taste has improved.”

“Obviously not, sense you still seem to have a blonde fetish now.”

She gulped down some more tea. “This conversation is just proving that I’m right. Because it distinctly sounds like an argument to me.”

“Only because you’re making one,” Dallie told her. “You are the one that began arguing with me that we couldn’t have a conversation without arguing.”

Lola scowled at him and cradled Venus in her arms before standing up. “When my father arrives, tell him I’ll be Aurora’s the rest of the day.” With that she stomped out of the room.

Dallie had to give her credit for changing, after all. In the old days she would have thrown a rather amusing Lorelai level temper tantrum. Not that the coldness was any better. He really was going to have to learn self control one of these days.