A/N:Ok, here I'm again, after erasing this story, revising it, and getting it beta by Rave and Jazz (Thx a lot to you both!!!) I decided to repost it. So tell me how it is now! Again, this is my first, I'm an old married gal from Argentina, so English is not my firts language, so sorry for any mistakes, if you find any, please tell me so I can correct them!
Pairing: Trory
Spoilers: everything on the show until now, before saison 5, happenned.
Rating: R (or it is going to get there =))
Disclaimer: I just can't own anything! I'm too far away from hollywood!
Feedback: yes please, let me tell you what do you think!
So here it goes, is now or never... Ladies and Gentlemen...
Maybe
Chapter 1: Rain
Little drops of water falling down from the sky, it's wonderful to look at the rain, to smell it, to feel it on the hair, on the skin, on the clothes. Rory loves to walk under the rain, listening to music, and walking slowly enjoying the feeling of cold water on her hot skin.
With her mom they love the snow, Lorelai can smell it, but Rory being her daughter, her alike, her mini-me, she can smell the rain, feel it, sense it.
Today, she was leaving the library, after a long afternoon studying, and felt it coming. So she slowed down her pace, to wait for it, to feel the first drops, the best drops, when her skin is hot, and the water is cold, and it send shivers down her body.
When they bumped into each other at Yale campus, she was just doing that, walking under the rain. Tristan was running to his dorm. But when they recognize each other, after diplomatic apologies, and that, well I do know you from some where, but I can say where, so I won't say anything because I don't want it to sound like a cliché pick up line look, Rory finally said,
- "So how was military school, Tristan? Was it so hard that you don't even remember me? Does Rory ring any bells, or maybe Mary..."
and it hit him right in the face...
-"Mary... you know it is really crazy to be walking under the rain, it's pouring but you are an odd specimen, so is it just fits that you would be walking around in the downpour"
-"Thanks, I think" she said for his compliment, being odd was a good thing, her trade mark, her way to be an original character, one more of the lots that can be found on Stars Hollow.
Then they started talking, catching up, what are they doing at yale, what are their majors, architecture for him, journalism for her, and what happened the years they've been apart, while walking to her dorm.
Military school wasn't a good experience he said, but a really needed one, he was grateful for it, no regrets he said:
- "I'm a different person, I'm not the high school boy you met, Rory, not yet a men, but, hey I don't enjoy making people's life a living hell either, I lived that in military school, and learned not to do to others what you don't like to be done to you, but I'd do love to do to you anything you want me to, or at least everything I'd love you do to me " and he added his trademark smirk.
- "Well, Tristan, I'm glad not everything in you changed, you are still the sexopath I knew in high school",
- "Well, Mary, I'm glad you missed my innuendos, why don't we go out tomorrow night and we'll make up for the time lost",- "you never loose time, do you?",
- "Was that a yes?",
- "That was a maybe"...
That maybe became a non-date dinner, that lead them to a non date movie and dinner, to movie nights, to week ends in Stars Hollow, to Festivals, to a lot of hanging out time, all strictly non-dates of course.
Rory solved her things with Dean, they had decided that they were better not together, because doing what they did was a mistake, a mistake made of longing of better times, easier times, when their love was simple and untainted.
But Rory didn't want to start dating again, yet, so she lived in denial, and Tristan lived just waiting for her to realize how she really felt about him, and never loosing an opportunity to tell her how he felt, what he wanted, and cold showers. The non-dating strictly friendship relationship was really physical, they hugged, touched, kiss on the cheek, spend lots of time together, in her dorm bed, or his, cuddled, she even stayed to sleep with him, of course strictly friendly bed sharing and the occasional clothes sharing as well.
Tristan really enjoyed having her around, and of course he enjoyed touching her, stroking her hair, hugging her, kissing her, , but at times it is was hard for him, yeah hard on... him to have her so close and not be able to share his pent up emotions. He knew he couldn't though because he didn't want to risk their new found friendship, having her in his life was really important to him, and to throw it all away because his insane physical attraction to her would be absurd. So he played the friend, the best friend even. He never let any chance slip for him to tell her how he felt about her, but Rory being the Queen to Oblivoius-land, as Lorelai called her, took everything as a part of Tristan being himself, the ladies man, the sex fiend. She thought: he says this to all of the girls he talks to, so He doesn't like her more than friends, right?