a/n : This idea popped into my head when I was watching 'When Harry met Sally'.
Some things you probably would wanna know: It's summer holiday (is that an actual word?) right after first year of college.
Everything so far has happened, except for the Rory-Dean thing.

Last time I forgot the Disclaimer. I'm sure everybody knows but I'm gonna say it anyway: I do not own Gilmore Girls, just my fantasies

Enjoy...

Love, maybe... – Chapter 2 – Mary and Bible Boy

'I told you NOT to touch the stereo.' Rory said while slapping Tristan's hand away from the radio.

'But Mare, I can't listen to this music, it's country damnit' Tristan complained.

'That's too bad, you're gonna have to live with it, Bible Boy. Because I feel like some Shania Twain when I'm going on a road trip' Rory said in the worst southern accent ever.

'Bible Boy' Tristan chuckled 'Why are you calling me Bible Boy'

'Because, you call me Mary' she pointed at him accusingly 'which by the way, you said you wouldn't do anymore, so I get to call you Bible Boy'

'Nooo, come on I didn't call you Mary on purpose.' Tristan smirked. 'Old habit I guess.'

'I'm still gonna call you Bible Boy, and don't you look at me like that. It's totally your own fault if you keep calling me Mary'

'Oh come on not fair'

'Oh so totally fair'

'Can't you come up with another name if you insist on calling me not by my birth name?'

Rory looked at him amazed 'Oh my God, your birth name, who talks like that.'

Tristan chuckled. Their bantering reminded him of high school, but now it felt more right, relaxed. Although, if you'd ask either one of them, they would deny that they were getting along well at all.

'Fine, I'll give a few options' Rory sighed, 'You can choose from Bible Boy,' she paused for an dramatic effect 'Evil One or Spawn of Satan'

'You've got to be kidding me.' Tristan didn't know if she meant it or not and if it was permitted to laugh. But by the looks on Rory's face he decided answering was the safe thing to do.

'Apparently you're not kidding, well let's see. I really don't enjoy the Spawn of Satan one, it just really gives me the creeps. Well, Evil One sounds so, not very nice. I guess, if you must, you can call me Bible Boy'

Rory seemed to be very pleased with his decision, for she squealed in triumph punching a fist into the air.

'That's my favourite, Bible Boy' she said smiling at him.

'What I really would like to know' Tristan said laughing lightly 'How you came up with those names'

'I didn't, my mom thought of them.' Rory answered

'Really, your mom?' Tristan asked in surprise 'Why would your mom think of those names?'

'Solidarity sister.' But Tristan only looked at her confused 'Fine, I'll explain. The evilness, that would be you, had to be named. And in the Gilmore house Evil is never named by birth name' Rory mocked thinking of Tristan using that line before.

'The evilness' Tristan sighed 'Boy, you really hated me back then, didn't you.'

'Not really hated you. But sometimes I just got tired of you and Chilton and Paris. It just felt good to talk about it with my mom, mock silently and give everybody stupid nicknames. But my mom nicknames almost everybody, so...'

'So you didn't really hate me?' Tristan asked again hesitantly.

Rory smiled 'Only a little.'

'But you did talk about me with your mom' Tristan said teasingly, 'So that means, when you said you didn't think about me, you were lying.'

'Alright, maybe I did think of you a few times. But not always in a nice way.' Rory said, fake threatening.

'Aauw dirty, I knew you had a thing for me' Tristan replied playfully

'And there that cockiness kicks in.' Rory said irritated, but trying to hide a smile.

'We have a long drive ahead of us, you wouldn't want me to kick you out of the car, now would you, Bible Boy.'

'I certainly would detest that, Mary. Now, could you please change the radio station, I don't know how much longer I'm able to listen to this before I'm gonna commit suicide. And you really wouldn't want me to get messy in your recently cleaned car.'

'Fine,' Rory whined 'but I have veto power!'

Tristan just had to laugh at her enthusiasm. 'I wouldn't have expected anything else.'

After a few minutes of station-searching and Rory veto-ing almost everything he picked, they both agreed on seventies-classics.

He leaned back into his chair and watched Rory in secrecy. He had dreamed of something like this happening in high school, but he screwed it up by being somebody he thought nobody could refuse. But the weird thing was, they were getting along; it wasn't friendship, but they were getting along. And all that of because he was being somebody he really was.

a/n: It was a really short one I know, but I'm pretty occupied with studying for my testweek so I have no time to write. I'm surprised by myself I got this done,
but I hope you guys enjoyed... and you will review... please... pretty please with sugar on top. (thanks who reviewed on the first chapter, I loved it :P)
Only thing to say are a lot of thank-you's to Heather...
So: Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for being my beta