Disclaimers: If I did own Gilmore girls, I certainly wouldn't write my storyline on fanfiction.

Author's Note: I want to thank everyone who took the time to review, it was greatly appreciate. I wanted to apologize in advance for this chapter if it might confuse some people, the script is in italics and the real story is not. I would also like to remind that I'm not pointing any clichés at any authors in particular; this story is not meant to hurt people feeling but to have fun imagining the reactions the characters of the show if they were to read those clichés. Special thank to MajClementine for her help.

Welcome to The Chilton's Seniors Drama Club
Chapter 2: Madeline The Romantic

Tristan sat on the couch of the pool house willing his eyes to remain open when Louise and Madeline came in by the previously left open door of the pool house.

Louise yawned and let herself fall on a couch facing Tristan's, "Nine on a Saturday morning is too early."

Madeline shrugged her shoulders and studied her surroundings, "Not bad, do you have two bedrooms or only one?"

Tristan smirked as Madeline lifted Louise leg and sat under them, "Three."

Madeline blinked and shook her head, "Then it's not a pool house, it's a guest house."

Paris walked in and yelled, "You better master the nerve to cross the threshold Brad or we'll never do anything."

Tristan watched Paris, amusement in his eyes before replying to Madeline, "It used to be the guest house, but my father thought it was too close to the mansion and build another one to ensure that our guests would have perfect privacy."

Paris shook Louise awake, "Move aside."

Madeline shook her head, "But three bedrooms is still a guest house."

Duncan walked in and seated himself on a reclining chair, "Not when the guest house has five bedrooms and two stories."

Henry walked in followed by Rory, both holding coffee trays, Rory pointed to the door, "Why is Brad standing outside looking sick?"

Henry placed his tray on the table and shook his head, "Brad, come on in." He saw Brad looking hesitantly and side glancing at Paris, "We won't let Paris hurt you, I promise."

Brad started to advance as Duncan laughed, "She'll probably just scare him for life!"

Paris glared at Duncan before turning to face Brad, "I promise I'll ignore you if you make yourself small."

Rory smiled and sat beside Tristan, "This is going to be a very long day."

- - - - - - - -

"Who's reading its draft first?" Paris asked as she began bringing out her script.

Madeline raised her hand and jumped up and down like a three year old, "I will!" She turned around excitedly, "I will!"

Duncan and Tristan snorted and exchanged glances but Rory was the one to speak first, "What's the title?"

Madeline took a couple of handwriting overly perfumed lilac sheets and exclaimed proudly, "Tristan's Return."

Tristan coughed while Henry muttered, "That ought to be a comedy!"

Madeline took a straight up position and started to read,

Tristan's return

Rory climbed out of the bus and sighed; she looked at the school and glanced at her backpack where hundreds of unsent letters to her nemesis/lover rested. Why didn't she ever stood up for herself and fight against the prejudices in that school and made a meaningful statement while she had the chance? She had it all, the looks, the brains and the taste of wildness. She just never shared it because her crazy small town attitude where she was the princess got into competition with the real Chilton Queen potential she should have had.

Rory shook her head and asked in a high pitched voice, "Uh?"

Paris stood up, "What do you mean Chilton's Queen Attitude?"

Louise yawned, "Girls, it's way too early for a cat fight."

Duncan, Tristan and Henry smiled at each other cheering, "Cat Fight! Cat Fight!"

Brad mumbled, "Wh... Why... don't you… Con... cont... Continue?"

Rory walked slowly toward the school for the new school year, feeling down and lonely. She finally reached her locker, and tried to unlock it but once again it was stuck "Why is it that I'm always assigned a locker that I can't seem to open?"

Rory blushed, "It only happened once!"

Madeline brushed her off, "I needed your locker to be stuck for my story to work."

Duncan chuckled, "I think I can guess who will be wearing the shinny armor."

"Hey! I'm not a damsel in distress!" Rory sat back with her arms crossed over her chest pouting.

Tristan moved his eyebrows seductively, "I wouldn't mind saving you."

Paris sighed exasperated, "Can't we just listen to the story?"

Rory rested her head on the locker's cool metal, when she heard a husky voice coming from behind her, "Can I help you with your locker, Mare?"

Tristan quirked an eyebrow questioningly, "Mare?"

Rory snickered and muttered, "This is crap!"

Duncan scratched his head in confusion, "Don't you mean Mary?"

Madeline sighed and explained as if it was more than evident to every one in the room, "Mare, it's a short for Mary which is the way Tristan has always called Rory."

Tristan chuckled, "That's not true; I called her Mary, not Mare."

Madeline smiled innocently, "We do get the point why you called her Mary, but Mare is way cuter."

Rory glared at Tristan and he defended himself, "I stopped calling her Mary after she yelled at me in Mr. Medina's class." He snickered, "Right after she gave the lame excuse for her tardiness of being hit by a deer."

Blush filled the lady in question's cheek and she stood up, "But it wasn't an excuse!" She let herself fall back on the couch, "I did get hit by a deer!"

Louise sighed boringly, "Why are we talking about deers again?"

Madeline decided it was her cue to resume the conversation to Louise, "See, Tristan asked about Mare, saying he stopped calling her back when she was…"

Paris cut her off exasperated, "We do know Madeline, we witnessed the conversation also."

Rory chuckled and turned to face Tristan batting her eyes in a fake seductive manner, "But you were wrong, you didn't stop calling me Mary then."

Tristan raised an eyebrow and asked seductively, "Why keeping tabs… Mare?"

Sounds of laughing could be heard from all around the room but Rory decided to look offended and play the game farther, "Don't you remember?" She innocently looked down and whispered, "The night of the play?"

Tristan and Rory exchanged a smile at the memory of their goodbye that had taken place a little less than a year before. A mischievousness glint appeared in his eyes, "I don't see a boyfriend preventing me from kissing you goodbye now."

Rory blushed and wasn't sure how to respond to that and was saved by Paris who didn't like the direction the exchange was taking, and decided to break the silence, "What I really don't understand is why nicknaming a four letter name of what was most obviously not really a compliment to a four letter name nickname."

Louise squeezed Madeline's hand encouragingly as Madeline replied, "I thought it was cute!"

Duncan placed his feet on the coffee table in front of him and begged, "Can't we please get over with this torture?"

Madeline glared at him but resumed reading anyhow as if she was reading a best-selling novel she had written herself.

Rory dropped her bag and swiftly turned around to hug Tristan. "Tristan! You are really back?"

Tristan smirked and held her back in his arms, "I couldn't stay away from you any longer and they let me go on good behavior!"

Tristan, Rory, Henry and Paris all snorted at the same time, "Hey! I'm not that cheesy!"

Louise smiled and whispered seductively, "Says the guy who stared at her ears in class."

Rory blushed but Tristan answered back, "Plus it wasn't juvenile jail, it was Military school," Then he slowed the pace of his dialogue as if talking to little kids, "You know, training for the army?"

Madeline looked confused, Duncan chuckled, Brad looked sick, Louise hiked her skirt a little bit, "I can see the effects of the training," and then she sighed disappointingly, "even if you have a shirt on."

Rory turned to study Tristan and Paris groaned in exasperation, "Can't we just get this over with?"

Rory reluctantly stepped away from Tristan, eyes filled with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry, I can't."

Tristan looked confused, "Why?"

She cast her blue eyes down to keep the tears from falling even more, "Because I have a boyfriend."

Tristan pushed her gently against the locker and whispered passionately, "Then break-up with him."

His lips inches from hers, she breathed out, " Paris would hate me."

Rory burst into fists of hysterical laughter, soon followed by Tristan and Henry. Paris let her head drop in her hands, "Can't we just keep on reading?" She got no reactions except from snores from Louise and Duncan. She shook her head and before anyone had a time to say something, Madeline resumed her reading again.

As if on cue, Paris came to open her locker which was right beside Rory's and froze into place as she heard Tristan whisper, "Why would she be mad at you?" Rory, not wanting to answer, pleaded with her eyes for him to drop the subject; "Mare, why would she be mad at you?" Tristan insisted sweetly.

Rory pushed him aside with tears streaming down her face as she ran to the nearest washrooms, closely followed by a steaming Paris. She yelled over her shoulder, "And for the last time, my name is RORY!"

Tristan snorted, "Come on, Madeline, why would Paris be mad at Rory for that?"

Rory stood up, "I'm not a drama queen and I'm certainly not a cry-baby like that." She faced Tristan, "do you have anything to eat or drink."

He half-smiled and pointed to the kitchen, "Help yourself with anything you want, and that goes to anyone who would be hungry or thirsty." He turned his attention back to Madeline who didn't seem to see the angry glare she received from Paris. 'Well?"

Paris tried to stay calm and stated, "I would certainly not get mad at Rory for that."

Madeline squinted her eyebrows in confusion, "Then, why did you forbid us to talk to Rory when Tristan started the rumor that she was going out with him?"

Tristan quirked an eyebrow, wondering how Paris would be able to get out of that one. Paris looked around as she stood up obviously very uncomfortable, "I'll go help Rory make coffee."

Madeline shook Louise awake while Henry smirked at Tristan, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you have two girls fighting over you."

Duncan mumbled in his sleep, "Oh yes baby!"

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Rory stared blankly at the sink as immobile as a status when Paris entered the kitchen, "What are you doing?"

Paris saw Rory smile wickedly but still she didn't move, "Visualizing drowning Madeline into that sink after slowly removing her nails one by one and watch her scream at the visions of blood coming from her finger tips."

Both girls laughed for a moment but as they regained their calm, Paris sat on a bench at the lunch counter, "This whole project could get ugly." Rory simply nodded as she filled an empty coffee pot with cold water, "What is your screen play about?"

Rory shrugged her shoulder, "I know in advance that it is bad, but not as horrific as Madeline's." She sighed as she pressed the 'on' button of the coffee machine and sat by Paris while waiting for the coffee to be ready. "Do you think everyone will write me with an overly huge backpack and in a very weak emotional state?"

Paris chuckled, "I wouldn't be surprise if I did become a serial chainsaw murderer in one of the script."

Rory giggled, "Maybe someone will have me have cartoon bird braid my hair?"

The blonder girl laughed loudly, "Maybe they'll make a screen play of how because those birds scared you so much that you decided to completely change your look and become punk..."

Louise walked in the kitchen shadowed by Madeline, "What's taking so long?"

Rory pointed the coffee machine and feigned innocence, "Waiting for the coffee to be ready."

Madeline advanced to the brewer and seeked for a clean mug in the cupboard, "It's ready."

As Madeline gave Rory her cup, Louise left the kitchen saying over her shoulder, "Well, let's hurry, I have a date tonight and I need to get ready for it."

Paris and Rory exchanged looks and both rolled their eyes.

- - - - - - - -

Rory hid in the washroom, her tears falling down her face when Paris entered and screamed, "Everyone OUT!" A dozen of scared girls ran out of the room but Rory remained in her stall, wishing against all odds that Paris would just leave. "Gilmore!"

Paris turned to face Rory and whispered, "Am I that scary?"

Henry laughed, "You should ask Brad about that."

Rory slowly wiped her tears and opened the stall's door. "What do you want Paris?"

Paris, furious walked over to Rory, "I want to know why you lied to me."

The dark haired girl's eyes became wide opened in surprise, "I never lied to you Paris."

Paris began pacing the room, "You are into Tristan and you always said you weren't interested!"

Rory sat on the floor, "I wasn't!" She rested her head on her knees, "It's just, when he left that I realized that I had feelings for him." A sob escaped, "I missed having him torturing me and making my life Hell," She tried a glance at Paris, "You know? Chilton seemed empty without him, as well as my life."

Rory laughed out laud as Tristan shook his head, "Torturing?"

Paris snickered, "Madeline, where did you get that story?"

Tristan faced Rory, "Have I ever made you life Hell?"

Rory held her ribs, Duncan chuckled, "Please define the emptiness; did it kept her awake at night touching herself?"

Paris threw a cushion at Duncan, "You are such a perv!"

Henry looked amused, "Can we please finish THIS torture."

Louise winked seductively at Duncan while Madeline resumed her reading.

Paris sat beside Rory, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Rory sighed, "I didn't want you to hate me."

Paris nodded understandably and wrapped an arm around Rory's shoulder, "It's okay; I won't hate you I promise." Paris stood up hurriedly, "Just give me time to get over it." She ran out of the washroom but before the door fully closed, Rory was able to hear a sob.

"That, I would never do!" Paris screamed.

Henry shook his head and asked, "How should this script be categorized, a drama or a romance?"

Rory jumped in, "A Fantasy?"

Duncan chuckled, "A comedy?"

Brad tried hesitantly, "A parody?" Paris glared at him and he retracted to the shadows he was hiding in.

Madeline's face looked crestfallen but Louise encouraged her, "don't listen to them Maddy, just continue reading."

Rory waited at the bus stop at the end of her first day of the year, she couldn't wait to get home when a green truck stopped in front of her followed by a silver Porsche. Her boyfriend, Dean, came out of the truck while Tristan came out of the Porsche, (AN: Seriously, how can there be any doubt who to choose from? A floppy haired guy in a green pickup that has no money or a blond boy with disheveled hair, a sport car of the year and loads of money?)

"Hey! Money isn't everything you should know!" Rory shook her head, "The heart and personality is more important than cars and society status!"

Madeline blushed, "Oups, I wasn't supposed to read my own notes."

Tristan yawned, "Can we get on with this?"

Dean looked at Tristan than at Rory accusingly, "I thought you said he was shipped out of the country!" He ran back to his truck, "You lied to me again, Rory!"

Rory's eyes filled with tears again, "I didn't lie to you, he came back today!"

Dean approached Rory who was shaking in fright as he raised his fist to hit her face. Fortunately, she never received the blow because Tristan had knock dean unconscious with one punch.

Rory ran into Tristan's arms crying hysterically. He held her close and asked, "Rory?"

She smiled at him, all trace of tears gone, she joined her lips to his and murmured, "I prefer when you call me Mare."

Louise smiled appreciatively, "I really like that part of the romance, how to differentiate when they are in a fight, in love, in lust or whatever by changing the name of the girl."

Paris snorted, "It might have been cute when Adam called Joan Jane but it's so not the same thing."

Rory chuckled, "Next thing I'll know I'll be talking to God."

Duncan asked Henry, "What the hell are they talking about?"

Brad whispered, "Joan of Arcadia."

Tristan groaned in exasperation, "Let's get this over."

He was ignored as Rory suggested, "Or maybe, in this situation, since my nickname is apparently Mary, I'll get pregnant from the Holy Spirit."

Duncan yelled, "Let's get this over with."

Henry agreed, "Then we take a small break."

Paris nodded as Madeline resumed.

"I love you, Mare."

She kissed him passionately, "I've always loved you."

THE END

"Finally!" Rory stormed out the room to fetch coffee in the kitchen.