A/N : Anybody remember this story? I'm continuing it.. it's my baby.

All at the same time, three alarm clocks went off in Rory and Lane's room. The girls groaned and tried to ignore it, but the buzzing was just to loud. They jumped up and turned them off, and Rory went into the front room to get her coffee. Paris was of course, already awake, and sitting and the bar drinking coffee with a very happy grin on her face.

"What makes you so chipper, chipper lady?" she said with a suspicious look.

"Well, it's, you know, Jess!" She was smiling like a clown, with stars or maybe hearts in her eyes.

"Back together. That's good, really good," it was good, but totally expected. So was all of Paris's endless talking about it.

"Know your lines?"

"I never forget them. Why do I always think I need to study?"

"That's just what you do."

"I need a shower. I get to die again today!"

"I'm killing you.... such a strange role."

"Showering... see ya"

Lane was still in bed when Rory got back. "Lane," she yelled, nudging her, she was to tired herself to worry about this, "Lane Kim, if you do not get up right now i'm going to get Paris in here to wake you up!"

Lane jumped up with a start and they both laughed.

Two hours later all the girls were ready to go to the set.

They were shooting at a run down house today. Woods were hard to find in the city, so they traveled for about three hours to the set. Zeke was the ultimate perfectionist and he had found the cabin on his own.

When the arrived, Tristan watched as Rory got out of the car. She was smiling, singing happily along to the tune. She wasn't looking for him. He figured that maybe one thing he liked about her was the fact that she was perfectly content without him, without anybody.

Dean approached Rory, he figured she'd already heard about him and Amber, but he wanted to tell her. Some part of him always wanted her to know everything about him, about every little detail in his life.

"Hey Rory," he said, smiling.

"Hello, i've heard quite a bit of gossip about you!"

"About me and Amber?" She could tell he was really happy about it.

"Yeah, what, is there something else?"

"No, no, I just wanted to ya know, tell you."

"Well, i'm glad you did. We can be friends, you know." She had wanted to make real peace with Dean for a long time, but it hadn't ever really been possible because she was afraid to stir up old feelings. Both of theirs.

"We are."

"No, we could be real friends."

"Would Tristan like that?" he said sarcastically.

"So I guess you heard some gossip about me too."

"He was just in a really good mood when he got home last night. He had to tell everybody that you two were, whatever you are, kissing or what not. "

"I have no idea where it's gonna go. I just want to concentrate on the film right now."

"Of course you do."

Dean left, and when Rory looked up to find Tristan and met his eyes, it was obvious he wasn't very pleased. She was about to go talk to him, to explain it was nothing, but Zeke chose that moment to yell "Let's star t!"

Characters

Evelyn - Paris. She's an efficient but dumpy housewife who is driven mad when she discovers that he husband and her cousin, whom she invited to stay, have fallen in love.

Thomas - Dean. He's the husband. He's long been faithful to his bride, but when her cousin comes to stay he cannot help but have something for her.

Lillian -Summer. She's a sweet woman who accidently falls in love with her cousin's husband.

Theodore - Dave. Evelyn's priest, a backwards, religiously strict man who helps her decide what to do in this time.

(It's dark. All we hear is the voice and as the monologue continues we start to see a crude kitchen)

Evelyn - It was in that last real summer, that a letter came from my cousin, Lillian. She was five years my junior, and I had always been a bit of a mother to the girl, who was always wayward, and I wrote back and invited her to stay with my family, as she had nowhere else to go. She came, and arrived in all her glory, with trunks and trunks of suitcases. We put her in the spare bedroom, and everything changed from the on. Perhaps it was the glances I should have noticed, but I did not. It took sight for me to see what began the rest of my life.

Lillian - Oh Evy! It's a beautiful day outside, have you seen the sky? One could simply lie in the sun for hours!

Evelyn - Idle hands, dear child, a honorable woman has no time for sun bathing.

Lillian - Lets go to town Evy! We can try on dresses we'll never be able to afford and perhaps we'll even find a dance! Wouldn't that be fantastic?

Evelyn - I've got much to much work to do today dear, perhaps you should just retire to your room and read the bible.

Lillian - Oh Evy, I just want to have some fun!

[ Thomas enters from a little door into the kitchen ]

Thomas - I can take you into town, I need to get some farm supplies anyway, you haven't been properly shown the town.

Lillian - Only the church! Thomas, thank you so much! I really must go get ready now, I mustn't look so drab!

Evelyn {VO} - After that, they went to town almost weekly, always coming back with silly stories of things they did. Once or twice they'd invite me a long, but I was always to busy cleaning up her messes. When she did attempt to cook, she'd burn everything. He was never angry, no, he'd just take her and run into town to get something else to eat. I never for some reason, saw it coming though.

One day, I was washing clothes down by the river. Their voices carried from the barn.

[close up on two people's faces, which are almost touching. they're talking.]

Thomas - Does it have to continue this way?

Lillian - I know, I know. Stealing kisses when she's sleeping or gone, I only want to be with you.

Thomas - I only want to be with you, it all just seems impossible.

Lillian - Oh Thomas, lets just leave. We can go to town one day and never come back. I don't care where we go as long as it is only us.

Thomas - I don't want it to be some scandal though. I want to marry you, Lillian, I want to say I do to the woman I truly love.

Lillian - You know how to make it happen as well as I do.

Thomas - One month, i doubt she'll contest it, but I have to have things ready for us, you know, and then I must get an attorney to take care of the divorce.

Lillian - Pray only that I can wait a month for you.

Thomas - Stealing kisses shall have to do for now.

[he kisses her softly then leaves]

Evelyn {VO} - I was mortified. I told my husband that I was going to the church to pray, and sought advice with my priest.

{A CONFESSIONAL BOX}

Priest - My child, what brings you here with such tears and sorrow?

Evelyn - Father, I have found a plot to steal away my husband through the sin of divorce. It is their wish to leave me alone forever. I am overcome with anger and I fear what sins i may commit.

[an unholy grin spreads across the priests face]

Priest - My child, even Jesus became angry.

Evelyn - I wish death upon this woman, my own cousin, who wants to steal my husband!

Priest - A harlot from your own family, perhaps you would be protecting her from much suffering by stopping her before she is overcome with her own sin.

Evelyn - Will I not be committing a massive sin of my own?

Priest - I would believe the Lord would bless you for saving the soul of your cousin.

Evelyn - And my husband?

Priest - Punish him as you see fit, dear woman, for she is leading him astray, he is your husband.

Evelyn - Thank you, father. I know what the lord wills now.

[ Evelyn is at home now. We can see a knife high in the air by the river, and Lillian's body going limp. CLOSE UP on an oven. Evelyn is cooking. We can see that time has passed, and she sets the pie down in front of her husband.]

Thomas - So she just left?

Evelyn - She said to give you her best wishes and all her love. She said that it would be for the best if she lived by herself. It was mysterious to me also, but she said that she felt as though being here would lead her only to be a harlot.

Thomas - A harlot?

Evelyn - Most curious, isn't it? Now eat your pie. I like to believe it's the last thing Lillian left to us.

{ CLOSE UP ON THE PIE, AS WE REALIZE WHAT IT IS MADE OF}

Thomas - Well, it is very very tasty.

_ END _

ZEKE - CUT! Well done, Well done!

Those who hadn't been acting had been doing everything else. Lane had been in charge of the background sounds and music, Tristan had done the lights, Shane had been "assisting" Zeke, Rory had been doing make-up, and Jess had been the prop manager.

Shane and Zeke headed over to the college to do editing in the studio of the past two days work, but all the other's were free to go.

Jess approached Paris.

"Hey, great job. Like you needed help running lines, you were awesome!"

"Thanks! Do you wanna, like, I don't know, go run lines again?"

"I don't think we're all that good at running lines together."

"Oh, you want to actually have a conversation."

"I don't just wanna make out with you. That kind of relationship never works out."

"Past history proves that."

"We could go eat."

"After that killing scene, yeah right" said Paris, rolling her eyes.

This was how Jess liked Paris, sarcastic, smart, and beautiful.

"Well," he said smiling, "we could just like, go somewhere, to a park or somewhere and talk about life."

"Life is kinda broad, don't you think."

"Okay, we could go to a park and talk about us."

"You know what, i'd like that. Let me change into human clothes first." Paris smiled genuinely, and went to go change.

Rory walked up to Tristan, unaware that he wasn't to happy with her.

"Hey," she said calmly, smiling at him.

"Looking for Dean? I don't know where he is."

"What? I'm not looking for Dean." It didn't click in her head how jealous Tristan could get.

"What kind of games are you playing Rory? Do you think it's funny? I was serious about having something between you and me, but I guess it was just some little fling for you. You just want everybody." He was mad, and she could tell in his eyes that he was also hurt.

"Tristan, hold on, I was talking to Dean about you. He was telling me about Amber, and I told him that I thought something was going to happen between you and me."

His eyes got kind of big, "Now you wouldn't lie to me, right?"

"Tristan, for this, whatever "this" is to work out between us, you have to trust me."

"I do, well, maybe not, but I will."

He put his arm around her waist, "Now, beautiful, what should we do."

She put her hands around his neck, "lets go rent some movies, and crash."

"Sounds good to me!" he said enthusiastically, and they were off.