Disclaimers: I'm just an adult kid who has way too much imagination and time on her hands.
Author's Note: I'm sorry for this fic, I know a lot of people are going to send me tomatoes for it but I simply had to write it. I have realised that over the years, GG's fics have been in the range between bad and amazing. But some overused plot lines get on my nerves so much that I mostly don't want to read anymore. This fic is all about those annoying Trory clichés. For those with a sense of humour, I hope you enjoy, for the rest, please forgive me if you feel like I was pointing at you. It's nothing personal and I wanted to get my fanfiction frustration out of the way. Special thanks goes to Maj-clementine and Sancia Chislaine.
Enjoy!
Welcome to The Chilton's Seniors Drama Club
Chapter 1: Introducing the new project.
Rory patiently waited for the first bell of the year to ring and signal the official beginning of her senior year. Her books were already placed neatly on her desk with a fresh pad of paper ready to diligently take notes. Paris took a seat to her left and leaned over Rory's desk, "Guess who's back?"
Rory shrugged her shoulders indifferently and asked with the intent of annoying the blonde girl, "Tristan?"
Paris sat back in her chair with wide eyes, "Really?"
The blue eyed girl chuckled, "How would I know? I live in Stars Hollow and if you remember correctly, up until two weeks ago I was in Washington with you."
Paris breathed with relief before she revealed her gossip, "Mr. Medina is back."
Rory blinked in shock and became uncomfortable, "Oh." Then, she remembered the weird tension between her and her ex-close-to-be-step-dad after her mom had broken off the engagement and repeated a little louder as realization fully hit her. "Oh!"
From in front of her, Rory could hear Louise whispering to Madeline, "He's been the sexiest teacher I've ever had." Madeline giggled as Paris rolled her eyes, "I could easily be convinced to be in a May-September relationship with him."
Her eyes became huge at the meaning of the words, "Gross!" She shook her head to get rid of the weird images plaguing her mind and turned to Paris, "Please Paris, tell me it's a joke, that he is not back. If he is back, my senior year will be miserable, I still remember the weird tension before he left last year and I was hoping to have a…"
"I don't remember being so horrible to you that I would make this year that much hell." A husky voice whispered close to her neck.
Paris' face was drained of its colors while Rory jumped back in surprise. The next events happened so fast that no witnesses in the class could really tell exactly what had happened. However, for the trio things seemed to happen in slow motion vision; Paris pinched her arm in vain, hoping to wake herself up while Rory fell backward and felt two arms wrapped around her waist steadying her but it clearly didn't work as slowly the ceiling appeared in her line of vision. Closing her eyes anticipating the impact of the floor against her back, she was stunned to feel a body under her.
Hurriedly, she stood up and looked down at the boy who had scared the hell out of her, "Tristan, you idiot, you are not supposed to frighten me like that."
Rory extended her hand to help Tristan in a more appropriate position but while he brushed the dust off his pants Rory took the opportunity to slap him on the shoulder.
Paris glared at Rory and almost reverted back to a hateful tone, "Didn't you think you could have spared a minute to tell me that he was back. A warning is too much to ask for now?"
Tristan placed his things on the desk behind Rory's and sat on Rory's desk after he had pushed her organized books aside, his eyes going from one girl to the other while Rory sat facing Paris. "It was a joke Paris! I didn't know."
A fuming Paris glowered at her, "And you just happened to mention that he would be back a couple of seconds before he showed up?"
He chuckled and winked at Rory, "Keeping tabs on my whereabouts? It'll be my pleasure to let you escort me wherever."
Rory growled in frustration and moved to hit her head on her desk but once again something was protecting her from getting hurt. She hesitantly opened her eyes to realize that her head was resting on Tristan laps. Before she had the chance to sit back up, Mr. Medina walked in the room. Rory willed for the floor to open and swallow her but unfortunately she was answered by Mr. Medina's voice, "Mr. DuGrey, Miss. Gilmore, if you could both remember that we are currently in a classroom, we might be able to begin class."
The bell finally rang accompanied by chuckles from around the classroom which caused Rory to blush a remarkable crimson red. Once everyone was seated, Rory took her pen and readied herself to take notes, thinking that it was only in a rich snobby school that she would have the same English teacher twice. Come on, wasn't there someone else teaching that class while Mr. Medina was teaching junior year?
"Now, for those who don't know who I am or have forgotten about me, I'm Mr. Medina. I'll be your Creative Writing teacher this year." He saw a hand high in the air, "Miss. Lynn?"
Madeline blinked and placed her hand back on her desk, "The rumors said you left because Rory's mother didn't want to marry you anymore. Why did you come back to a school where you would have to see her again?"
Gasps of shock were heard from almost everyone in the classroom and Rory sunk a little lower into her seat as she muttered, "Can this day get any worst?"
"I won't tolerate specific questions about my private life."
Paris raised her hand and spoke before being addressed to, "But if there is a possibility of prejudice in this class, it is no longer your personal life but protecting ourselves against you grading too highly some students. Let's say your 'new daughter'."
Rory started to bang her head on her desk and repeatedly mumbled to herself, "Do not kill Paris, Do no strangle Tristan, and do not scream at Madeline. Do not…"
"Miss. Gellar, if you have any concerns about my ability to teach and grade papers, do feel free to discuss this matter with Headmaster Charleston. Meanwhile, make sure not to disturb this class anymore. After this lesson is over, I will assume that if you do come back to class it is because you will be convinced that I don't privilege anyone." The faint blush on Paris cheek and her well played timidly downcast eyes was a sign that she wouldn't cause anymore problems on the subject, at least for now.
"Now, this semester, the entire senior class has to prove that they have learned something over the years. To do that, we have come up with a special project that will also finance part of your graduation ball. You will have to build a spectacle," there were gasps of shock, impatient tapings and growls of frustrations coming from everywhere around the room. "I will separate this class into four groups; each group will have to write a screenplay of twenty to thirty minutes. You will also design the scenery and the costumes and find the financing and help the best way you can. And then, right before winter break, you will act in your little screenplay." Squeaks erupted from giggling girls sitting in the back as they planned on which story they would copy from.
As Mr. Medina walked across the classroom to divide the groups by choosing people sitting close to each other, Paris turned her desk to face Rory's, "I should have figured out that we would all be paired together again."
Rory shrugged as she moved her desk to Paris' while Madeline and Louise pushed theirs to her right and Tristan and Duncan to her left, "Stop complaining Paris, we have a good enough team to get a good grade."
Paris snorted and side glanced at Tristan and Duncan and the two desks being placed after them occupied by Brad and Henry. "As long as these two bozos control their urge to do stupid pranks for over five minutes and Brad works on keeping his stomach steady for more than two minutes."
Louise winked at Duncan from beside Rory, "Well, at least if we have a make out scene to do, there are cute guys this time."
Tristan feigned offense, "Hey, I was there last time."
Madeline giggled, "Right Romeo." Then she burst out laughing, "Last time Paris got to kiss Rory."
"Madeline!" Rory and Paris exclaimed at the same time.
Louise sighed as she took out her nails file, "My my, if I didn't know any better I would think you were hiding a guilty pleasure there."
Tristan looked resigned, "I guess now I understand why you kept on rejecting me."
Rory growled and hissed at Tristan, "I don't bat that way!"
However, no replies could have been made as Mr. Medina spoke up again. "You can choose to make a drama, a comedy, a romance or a tragedy. I don't really care, the only two requests I have is that you write it as a group and that you are your own subjects."
Rory was first to speak in her group, "Okay, what do we do? A tragedy?"
Paris shuddered, "I don't want to write premeditation, I can imagine it right now, poor unloved Brad so alone and shy that to get attention decides to shoot himself in front of everybody in the hall spilling his blood everywhere."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARG"
Everyone in the room jumped up in fright as Louise hide Madeline's ears and explained, "She hates blood."
She took her hands off and Duncan to be certain to have blackmail material later whispered, "Blood, blood, blood."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"
Louise whispered to Madeline, "It's ok, there is no blood anywhere."
Tristan kicked Duncan's leg and hissed, "Stop it; I have no intentions of getting shipped back to military school again." He looked at his watch, "And certainly not only thirty-five minutes after I'm back here."
Duncan had the decency to look down as Henry asked, "How about we do a comedy?"
Paris' head turn to look at him so fast that he jumped back a little, "What do you mean 'comedy'?"
Henry tried to hide in his chair, "I don't know; we have to be the characters, why don't we make this fun?"
If it was physically possible, steam might have escaped out of Paris' ears, "and how exactly do you see me as a comedian?"
Chuckles were heard around the table but Mr. Medina took this opportunity to talk, "I see that everyone is getting along. I'm expecting you to come up with a plot line, first draft of it in two weeks."
The bell rang signaling that class was over, Paris stood up, "Since we haven't really decided on anything, I suggest that you all write a taste of what you would like as the screenplay…"
Louise nudged Madeline, "I see my week-end flying off with white wings."
Paris continued, "And I suggest we meet this Saturday to read those off."
Madeline muttered, "And I see my life flying off."
Paris asked, "Any volunteer for the meeting house?" She saw Rory open her mouth, "Gilmore, I've seen your house, good enough to fit four… not eight."
Rory didn't have time to reply because Tristan suggested, "My pool house is free."
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Lorelai walked drowsily into her house after an extended nine hours of work, "I'm home!" She kicked her shoes off and walked in the house talking, "I figured, it's late, so why bother ordering in to get fed in an hour, I suggest we go to Luke's." As she came into the kitchen, a little worried due to the lack of answer, she saw Rory softly banging her head on the table, "What's wrong?"
Rory rested her head on the table, "Nothing." She banged her head one more time, "Beside that I won't be home next week-end because Paris won't let us leave until we have read and argued on everyone's screenplay. I'm spending the week-end at Tristan DuGrey's." She refrained the urge to smile at her mother's expression and continued half heartedly, "Yeah, he is back from Military school. And my new English teacher is evil. We have to write a screen play with us as characters." She stood up cheerfully, "and of course you'll never believe who my team mates are again. Paris, Louise, Madeline, Tristan, Henry; Lane is so going kill me for not having the little hang out around here, Brad and Duncan." She saw Lorelai sit on a chair crestfallen, "Who is my new teacher you ask? The most evil one literally, but the worst thing is that I have three days to come out with a plot and a draft."
Lorelai blinked, trying to register everything, "What's the name of the most evil teacher to have ever walked the face of the earth?"
The younger girl studied her mother's expression, "Max."
Upon hearing the name, Lorelai froze for a couple of seconds and choked, "Luke's… Coffee will help."
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Tristan sat at the kitchen counter and was welcomed with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk. "Thank you, Marissa."
The middle aged woman sat in front of him, her eyes loving and caring, "How was that first day back in school?"
He bit into a cookie and shrugged, "As good as could be expected." He glanced around the kitchen, "Do you know if my parents will be home this week-end?"
Marissa looked intensely at Tristan, "I have no idea. Why?"
Tristan drank his milk and stood up, "I'll be having guests in the pool house."
She shook her head sadly, "Tristan, you know what he said about…"
He exasperatedly cut her off, "I know what he said, but it's a school project, surely he can't object to that."
She sighed, knowing that there was no way to continue this conversation when he was getting moody so she picked up the dirty glass and the empty plate as he stormed out of the kitchen.
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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed, chapter 2 is half written so it shouldn't be too long for an update.
Didi
