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Author's Note: Thanks a bunch of oats for all the reviews! Totally made my week(s) go a wee bit better. Umm, other than that, sorry that it's been a long while since I've updated. School was kinda harsh to me this week. But now, I'm (finally) on Spring Break, so I can update! Sorry it's short; I'll try to update this week again.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"No."

"Were not--"

"We aren't."

Kylie smiled at Tristan and Rory stumbling over themselves trying to deny that they harbored feelings for each other. Rory had a nice shade of pink on her face, and Tristan's eyes were darting all over the place, someone would think there was a fly in the café. "Okay then, guess not. Just checking." She shook her head, laughing to herself quietly. "Coffee?"

"Yes." Both parties agreed eagerly.

"Hey Ror?"

"Yeah, Tris?"

Tristan tried to put his words carefully. He didn't want to scare her, but he didn't want to not know what they were. "What are we?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't know. Right now, you're my best friend at Yale."

Tristan smiled, but slightly faltered. "So are you."

Kylie and the cook overheard the conversation through the window where the waiters and waitresses placed orders. "They're either too stubborn to admit their feelings, or they're too blind." The cook pointed his spatula to the couple.

Kylie nodded, "Yes sir, I honestly agree."

"Here you go, you two." Kylie set down a to go try full of coffee and a bag. "So where are you college students headed? Any place cool, cause it's gonna be real boring without y'all here."

Rory shrugged. "My hometown. Not too interesting."

"I tend to differ. Taylor will probably cite me for a traffic violation cause it's not his official shade of black." Tristan remembered the time he had gone to visit Rory before he left for Military school and Taylor had given him a ticket because the red was too bright on his Escalade.

"Okay, with the exception of Taylor we're not too interesting."

"Don't forget Kirk." Rory rolled her eyes at the blonde. Then he shivered slightly when Rory's arm accidentally hit his.

Rory thought Tristan was remembering Ms. Patty. "What? Thinking about a certain dance instructor?"

Tristan laughed, trying to cover up the fact that she could make him act like a lovesick fourth grader. "Oh yeah, I forgot about her."

Kylie nodded, rolling her eyes. She saw Tristan shiver, and she knew that he would never admit his feelings to Rory. "Well, as they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder." She looked at Tristan as she said the words.

Rory looked out the window. "It's quarter after, we should get going. I sort of want to surprise Mom at the inn. I didn't get to see her that much when she was here." Her blue eyes clouded over.

Tristan took this as a sign and pushed Rory out the door so she could go start the car. Rory loved to drive his car, a 2004 (Insert car of your dreams here). "Have a good week, Kylie." He offered, walking out the door behind his roommate.

"Those two." Kylie let out a sigh as she started to wipe the counter with a rag. "If they don't get their act together soon I'll be eighty and still kickin' before they even try to get together."

The cook heard Kylie grumble. "I see what you mean when you said they were the most perfect non-couple ever."

"Well, everyone else but them think so to."

In the car, ten minutes later Tristan fell asleep. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before because he was too busy comforting Rory. Rory didn't notice that he had fallen asleep and tried to get his attention. "Hey Tris." She started, but looked over at the sound of a soft snoring. "Poor guy. What would I ever do without him?"

Tristan nearly smiled, because he wasn't really asleep. His eyes were closed, yes. But Rory had woken him up when she talked. He always heard her voice. Even if she was twenty miles away, in his dreams, in a different class, or asleep. If it involved her, Tristan was alert. Especially since there were more 'Matt's' out there.

Still pretending to be asleep, Tristan took the opportunity to study Rory. Sure, he had studied her before, but never for that long. For he was afraid that she would catch him and question his actions. She would be sure to ask why he didn't have a flavor of the week. Or why he never really looked at girls when she was around anymore. It used to be that he was always looking at them while they were walking in the Chilton hallways. Tristan really couldn't say, "Because of you. You made me different. You changed me. I know it sounds cheesy, but to quote John Corbet, 'You made me come alive when I met you.'"

Tristan noticed Rory's face as she drove. Her eyes were gazing at the road; her head tilted to the left a little, relaxing in the seat. The girls eyes were bright blue, the sun making them look even more irredescent. Her hair was partly down, and partly pulled back. There were a few strands that had fallen down into her face, which made Rory seem child-like. There was a small smile creeping across her face now. 'Probably thinking about her mom, or Lane.'

"Tristan, wake up, we're here." Rory hesitantly tapped Tristan on his shoulder. He had fallen asleep for real on the second half of the half hour drive. She didn't want to wake him up; He looked so much like a little boy when he was sleeping. It made him seem even more sexier than he already was. And that was a lot. Rory suddenly found her eyes gazing at his figure, slouched in the seat.

His hair was messed up, but when wasn't it? His mouth was slightly open, but who didn't sleep like that? He was snoring lightly, who what man besides her father didn't snore? His lips.

Rory snapped out of her reverie as she saw Tristan stir. "Good morning, sleepy head."

Tristan looked sideway at Rory, with a red mark on the left side of his face. "Same to you." He smiled, and looked out the window. "Would you like to go in, or do you want me to stay here?" He gestured towards the Inn.

"No, I want you to see my mom. She thinks you're kind of cool." Rory shrugged, making a big deal out of looking Tristan over. "I don't see what she sees though."

"Come on, kid. We're gonna be late." Tristan grabbed Rory's hand and led her towards the door.