whatever13245 – Wow, I never thought of that. I'll just take artistic license (hehe, my story, I can do that) and say they took the napkin with them. And I have no idea where I ate the soup at. Or drank. Which is it with soup?

Sony31 – You're a sweetheart. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I had been wondering where you disappeared off to for a while there…I wondered if you got bored or something. Now that I know it's not true, I'm happy, oh so happy. And I'd also like to point out that YOU ARE CRAZY! and I love you for it…oodles and oodles of long reviews.

As miloluver pointed out to me, it now says on the internet that episode 8 will be on November 8th instead of the first. The7th episode is still the 25th, thus it looks like they're skipping a week. Does anyone know what they're showing on the first?

Second-to-last chapter guys. Update on the sequel: It's called Hollywood Hearts, and I think you're all going to love it or hate it.

Tony and Madison sit in the bleachers next to the stairs, where the camera can easily find them. Neither is paying much attention to the assembly, and they are instead focused on the kissing going on. People around them are rolling their eyes, but the couple ignores them.

Kayla and Haley are in their cheerleading uniforms, standing in line with their fellow cheerleaders, beaming. They are flanking the principle as he makes his farewell speech to the senior class.

Kris walks back and forth along the gym floor, snapping photographs. Her assistant, a hapless freshman boy making eyes at her, trails after her dutifully.

Principal Yeager: As we gather for the last time as a group before graduation, we have two purposes, one formal and one informal. The formal one is that your teachers and I would like to thank you for a wonderful, eventful, exciting year. We are all better educators for knowing your class- Mr. Diarcci, Miss Armstrong, some of us have just eaten. (Tony and Madison break apart) Thank you. Now, as I was saying-

Haley: Mr. Yeager, I'm sure the class is wondering what that informal purpose you mentioned is.

Principal Yeager: We're coming to that, Miss Jackson. (Haley beckons Kayla forward)

Kayla: As president of the senior class, I say we put it to a volume vote. Everyone in favor of fast forwarding this little oration, make some noise! (The students scream and stomp their feet; Yeager steps back dejectedly looking at the cheerleading captain and class council president responsible for stealing his podium) Good choice, people. Now, as president of the senior class, I of course want to wish all of you luck in wherever your lives may take you. Be it college or Burger King, we're all proud of our own. Why? Because we are all Bluesville Fighting Bulldogs!

Madison: Kill me now, please.

Tony: You could at least show a little school spirit.

Madison: Or I could do this. (They resume kissing)

Kayla: Now, before we're released to autograph yearbooks and compare prom pictures, the senior class council, led by yours truly, would like to reveal the results of this year's Senior Poll. This year's favorite teacher by a landslide, Mrs. Kathers of the English department alone holds the answers, and she's going to reveal who had the best hair and who is most likely to become the next principal of BHS, et cetera et cetera. (Cheering)

Mrs. Kathers: Simmer down now, children. Seems hard to believe that in 24 hours, you will all be graduates of this fine institution, and no longer children. For the time being, though, I'm still a shadow of an authority figure, and I plan to be respected accordingly. Following this statement, certain members of the student body should please detangle their bodies, and proceed to sit several inches apart. (Camera to Tony and Madison, who are lying on the bleacher and making out. The students around them have cleared a wide berth, but are watching in strange fascination and giggling. Tony is underneath, so he sheepishly pushes her off and follows directions. Madison pouts.) Thank you very much. Now, I hold here in my hand the results of your Senior Poll, which kept me up late last night recounting to avoid any Bush/Gore repeats. The selected are as follows:

Most likely to be a super hero wearing tights: Kelsey Gotcshick and Manni Rupert (Two extras go up to get their certificates)

Most likely to win the Nobel Peace Prize: Nina Gauatatas and Thomas Puttnam

Most likely to be a reality show 15-minute star: Haley Jackson and Van Liesac

Most likely to become a famous author: Kendra Bieson and Dylan Black

Best smile: Kris Moore and Patrick Kramer

(Time elapses)

Smartest Cookies: Felicity Pasteque and Craig Romen

Most diligent: Anna Hynesman and Dan Rosenburg

Cutest couple: Madison Armstrong and Tony Diarcci

(The couple who has been sneaking back towards each other looks up with a start as people around them begin clapping Tony on the back. Grinning, Madison grabs Tony's hand and pulls him towards the podium to get their certificates. Kayla smiles at them, Haley scowls)

Will become a Playmate: Kayla Ashwitz (She has a sheepish grin on her face as she gets her certificate to many boys' screams)

Most integrated new kid: Isabel Tourniquest

Will host their own sports show: Ian Cavalier, Henry Byrdson, and Matt Straw

Tightest peeps- What does that even mean: Haley Jackson, Kayla Ashwitz, Kris Moore, and Madison Armstrong. (A hush falls on the gym as the four surprised girls stop talking/taking pictures/kissing her boyfriend, and slowly they approach the front of the podium.)

Madison: Who voted for us?

Kris: I know I did. (They are standing in a circle now, all four of them, and then Kayla sticks her hand in the middle. Kris follows, then Madison, then finally Haley. They add their other hands and bend their knees, before jumping and throwing up their hands and screaming MAJA, the acronym with the first letter of all their last names they made up with they were kids, as seen in episode 2.13)

Madison: What the hell, group hug. (Group hug to clapping and whistling)

CUT to later that night, Haley's room. All four are in pajamas, eating popcorn and comparing prom pictures.

Kris: Please, it's been obvious the two of you were doing it for AGES.

Madison: So? It's not like I was a virgin last time we talked.

Haley: Diarcci's one though, right? Or was anyway.

Madison: Oh yes. And call him Tony, Hay.

Haley: Tony. Tony, Tony, Tony. I'll get used to it eventually.

Madison: Good, because he's going to Princeton, and he's getting us into the rich kid parties.

Haley: A Princeton man? Very nice.

Madison: I know, right?

Kayla: So how is he? I always thought you liked guys with experience, but if he was a blushing virgin when he moved here... (Trails off suggestively)

Madison: What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in creativity. (She flushes as the girls squeal)

Kris: God, we missed you Maddie.

Madison: Didn't have such a hot year myself. If I hadn't met Tony, I'd be a miserable old bitch graduating with no friends, no plans, no dreams.

Kayla: (Admires photo)He sounds like a sweetheart. The fact that the two of you look freakin hot together only adds to the charm.

Madison: Oh, doesn't he look delicious in that picture? His mom was all excited he actually had a date for Prom, and she bought him that suit. She actually has some pretty decent style.

Kris: Wow, you actually like The Mother?

Madison: She doesn't like me, but it's cool on my end.

Haley: Why doesn't she like you?

Madison: Uh, cause I seduced her son? Way to pay attention, Haley.

Kayla: And you guys were voted cutest couple! That's awesome, especially when you consider that most people think Tony's a loser.

Madison: It's a guy thing. No guy who's getting some can be a loser in their book. Ooh, and speaking of that dumbass assembly today, Kayla, what was with all the (adopts breathy voice and twirls hair) 'As president of the senior class' comments?

Kayla: In a few hours, I won't be able to say it anymore. Gotta abuse the power, make me some midnight judges.

Haley: Huh?

Kayla: It's a History thing, hun.

Haley: Ah.

Kris: Shouldn't we be going to bed soon? I mean, its graduation day, but we still have to be at school regular time to clean out our lockers, get our robes, and help the hazing committees.

Kayla: We only have about two hours before we should be waking up, Kris.

Haley: All-nighter!

Madison: Damn, I missed this.

END Season Three.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

The entire cast and crew clapped for and hugged her as she made her way through them with a plate of cookies. They'd finished another season- this time with a happy ending, unlike last season's dramatic finale. And familiar emotions were rushing through her; Relief at her vacation's timely arrival, but sadness at the departure of some friends and acquaintances she'd worked with for many months.

"Yo, Mary!" Rolling her eyes, she turned towards her old nickname. Tristin had taken to calling her that the first day on set, when she was supposed to be making out with a guest star, but had balked. Eventually, Max had eased her into it, but the nickname had stuck for a year.

"Tristin, could you not call me that?"

"Sorry, just getting a bit nostalgic. I'm not gonna be hanging around here much anymore."

"You'll still be back. Guest appearances are so fun."

"Yea, but I'm going to be working somewhere else now. It's weird thinking that I'll have a new director, and a new trailer, and a new character."

"Dude, you got a job at Nip/Tuck! Nothing else matters!"

"Small job."

"Great job nonetheless. Want a cookie?"

"Nah, I'm hitting the road in a few. Saying my goodbyes before I get all teary-eyed."

"No, stay for the party. We have cheap punch and pizza and colored napkins!"

"Yea, Max really didn't go overboard for this, did he? The least he could have done was take us somewhere nice. We've all been here for days now, frantically trying to wrap everything up. Having the party at the studio isn't helping anyone relax into summer vacation."

"I think it's nice. No reporters or crazy fans trying to crash, just everyone who worked on Jersey Girls hanging out."

"I guess. I gotta go now. So, I might kiss you goodbye but, uh, your boyfriend's watching. Take care of yourself, Mary." She surprised him by leaning forward and pecking him on the cheek.

"It's Rory, Tristin." He grinned and walked off. Rory turned back to see Jess indeed regarding them, and approached him with a smile. "Jealously does not become you."

"You cheating on me with Dugrey?"

"Never. I'm much too afraid of Paris to do that." Paris and Tristin refused to admit that they were anything other than good friends, but rumors were running wild around set. The fact that the two appeared to be at the moment leaving together didn't help their argument.

"So how much longer are you going to make me stay here?"

"Until I'm bored."

"You're not going to be bored anytime soon, are you?"

"Are you kidding? Every year at these things, someone shows up with beer, and Max ends up getting frightfully drunk and spilling all his deepest darkest secrets."

"How long till the beer gets here?"

"I don't know."

"Can I speed it up?" She raised her eyebrows at her boyfriend, and a suspicious grin slowly crept up her face.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing…just brought a flask."

"Jess!"

"I thought this thing would be dull!"

"Fine. But we're not leaving until Max is singing about his fear of clowns." She leaned forward and kissed him as lightly as she'd kissed Tristin, but this time on the lips. She left him there plotting as she made her way over to Lorelai.

"Is the beer here yet?"

"Jess brought a flask with him."

"Ooh, this should be fun. Gimme a cookie."

"Get your own!"

"They're all the way on that side of the room!"

"Mine. What have you been doing all night?"

"Chatting with Madeline and Louise. Oh, and saying goodbye to Tristin."

"Yea, he already left. I think he said bye to everyone first, though."

"Was it just me, or was he being extra annoying today?"

"He was. He said it was because he felt nostalgic."

"Mary."

"Not you too!"

"Stuff good there? With Tristin, I mean? I know you guys had a weird relationship in the beginning, what with Tristin's crush and Dean being in the picture."

"We're past that. He's a good friend, but I don't think of him in any other way. Besides, he has Paris, and I have the kid with the flask."

"Got yourself a real winner there."

"Hello, ladies." They turned to see Max Medina standing there, holding a red plastic cup.

"Hey, Max. What's your drink?"

"Coke, but I think it's spiked. I need it though, so don't spread that around."

"Aw, stressing already?"

"Can't recall a time when I wasn't. Yes, this is very helpful. I'm starting to like Jess more now. He's the one who handed it to me."

"Yes, he's helpful, isn't he?"

"Very. Good luck to the both of you."

"Thanks." Max turned to go, but he caught something shining on Lorelai's hand.

"Uh, Lorelai." Rory squeezed her mother's hand and left, as Lorelai nervously brought her left hand up to show Max.

"Yea. I didn't know how to tell you."

"It's nice. I take it Luke's the lucky man?"

"Yea."

"Congratulations. Best wishes. Whatever you say to the bride."

"Thank you, Max."

"I really do mean it. Now I gotta go find Jess." She giggled as the director walked off, and gave Rory a thumbs-up across the room.

Later that night, Lorelai and Luke were curled up on the couch in front of the TV, as Rory and Jess fought over the blanket covering the both of them from their spot on the floor.

"Poor Boxer."

"Makes you want to eat bacon, doesn't it?"

"Huh?"

"Well, bacon is made of pigs. And after watching this, I'm not a big fan of pigs."

"The pigs represent people, Mom. It doesn't mean all pigs are evil."

"Napoleon is evil."

"Napoleon is a metaphor for Josef Stalin."

"I don't want to eat Stalin, though. Bacon I can chew, swallow, digest, and pass out of pure hatred, with the added bonus that it tastes good."

"Can we just watch the movie," Luke cut in exasperatedly. Lorelai and Rory hushed for a few minutes before Lorelai spoke up again.

"You've really never seen the cartoony Animal Farm?" Luke sighed.

"Once again, NO, I haven't." The other three people in the room sighed. "I lived during the end of the period! I don't need to see a movie about it, especially an animated movie!"

"But it's a classic."

"It's a cartoon!"

"Because it's so simple that even a child could understand the Bolsheviks after watching this!"

"And why would any parent want to teach their children about the Bolsheviks? When they're older, sure, I'm all for letting them in on stuff. But when they're little, no kid needs to know all this! The subject is on my top ten list of things I feel we should shield young children from, along with the Holocaust, Vietnam, and OJ Simpson. Our children are not watching this movie."

"Oh, we're having children now, are we?" Luke began to stutter.

"Well, I didn't mean we had to, I meant if we wanted to, you wanted to, because I want to, but only if you're on board…"

Jess nudged Rory.

"C'mon, they're doing that future-plans thing again. Let's go to your room."

"Or not," Luke growled at him, turning away from a beaming Lorelai. Jess rolled his eyes at his beet-red uncle.

"We're not teenagers, Luke." Rory stood up and he followed her, as Luke scowled after him.

They entered her room from the short hallway, and he closed the door behind him. She turned to smile at him as he went to her bookshelf and skimmed the titles, his index finger trailing after his gaze on the books he'd already looked at.

"I'm not a library, you know," she tried to scold him seriously.

"You have more books than me."

"Barely."

"I've never read God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater."

"Ooh, that's good. Not as wacky as Slaughterhouse Five, but Vonnegut brings Kilgore Trout into it as a character this time."

"I keep making a mental note to look up something of Trout's."

"Me too. It's one of those things that slip your mind because you're focusing too much on the plot that it's mentioned in."

"Tell you what. Tomorrow, we get a Yellow Pages, and start making calls to bookstores to see if anyone has any."

"Or we could google it."

"You kids with your newfangled inventions."

"Fine. We'll waste the whole day on the phone if that's what you want."

"Don't look at it as wasting time, look at it as an adventure. A scavenger hunt. A mission."

"I already said I'd do it, you can cool it with the campaigning."

"So, we've got day one of our summer planned already."

"Yup. Only a hundred-odd days to go."

"Eh, we'll cross those bridges when we come to them. And I'm borrowing this book."

"I'm making you a library card."

"That'll be our day two activity."

"It will have glitter and sequins and maybe some lace on it."

"Great; I've already got the shoes to match."

"It's a date. Enough talking now." She stepped forward so that they were within a foot of each other as he tucked the chosen book in his back pocket, and took her hands. Lacing their combined twenty fingers together, she cocked her head to allow his face to slip in parallel to hers, and one of them made the final move to join their lips together.

"Hi," she whispered with a grin on her face once they had separated, as he began to kiss her neck instead.

"Hi."

"That feels good."

"Means I'm doing it right." She giggled as her arms encircled his waist, and she leaned her head back even further as she reflected on the current timing.

"It's almost summer. We're on vacation."

"This I know."

"Looks like you're stuck with me for many months."

"Thank God." He resumed the nuzzling he'd momentarily stopped to converse with her as she guided them towards her bed in the light from her window, and sat them down on the edge.

"You should probably get going soon," she advised a few minutes later. He moved to stare in her eyes, giving her an incredulous look. "Just kidding." She kissed his lips again, running her fingers through his unruly mess of hair.

"I like this."

"My sentiments exactly."

Weirdly enough, this story also turned out to be 26 chapters, as did Pennames. So the ending should be up pretty soon.