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.

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 3 – Frank, Oh so Godlike

Have you ever noticed that the worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you and yet you know you can never have them?

That's how he felt in high school when he was around Rory. It's all so cheesy but that's just the truth.

All he wanted was for Rory to see him.
You know, really see.
Not just look.

But she never did.

There was this one time, though. The time on that bench felt real, as if there might be a future, as if she really saw him. She even said 'This might be the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Louis'.

At that point he thought he might have had a chance to get close. But then he had to ruin it again.
The only real time he had with Rory, he could only destroy by being the real jackass that he was.

So he lost her again.

And then he won some more point in the 'I'm-the-biggest-ass-contest'. Why had he been so stupid to break in to Bowman's dad's safe…? He had to let Rory (and Paris by the way, boy wasn't she pissed) down again.

Shipped to boot camp… It could only happen to him, the biggest loser in Connecticut. Hell, maybe even in all the US.

All this time she had been near, but never within reach. Because, against his will though, he wouldn't let it happen.

But now… there she was, sitting right next to him. A blast from the past. So near, and still not within reach. But maybe in the future, there could be a chance…

But for now, he had other worries, because Rory was getting to be pretty cranky.

'I need coffee!' To add real meaning to that comment she was dangerously speeding the car.

'Just watch the road please, I would prefer living a little longer. And you had coffee 2 hours ago.'

'That's exactly my point'

'Addict' Tristan said accusingly, as if it would be an insult.

That made Rory laugh, 'And proud of it!'

'You're hopeless. How could you be so obsessive about coffee? I mean, it's just coffee.'

Rory looked at him like he said one plus two equals four. 'Now you're out of line. You are talking like that about coffee, the most precious thing in my world after my mom. And it's my mom's most precious thing after me. Well I'm not really sure about that actually. But what I mean is… do NOT insult coffee if you don't want me and my mom haunting you till your or our death and after that, as ghosts we'll still be haunting you.'

Tristan looked amazed at her 'Whoa, Mare, I guess that's your record'

'Record in what?' Rory asked curiously

'Your wpm' He was wondering himself how for Pete's sake he could hold it together after that ramble-session. He was on the verge of a huge laugh-kick.

'My what?'

'Your wpm, come on Mare. You're friends with Paris, which is actually still hard to believe but that's beside the point, you can't fool me.'

She was really lost there; she didn't have a clue what he was talking about. 'I really, really don't know what you're talking about Bible Boy.' Annoyance was dripping of her words.

'Words per minute, Gilmore, words per minute. Come on, you have done a couple assignments with Paris in high school. Hell you even did a speech on c-span with her. She must have mentioned it then, or else I'm really disappointed in her'

That rang a bell. 'Oooh, now I remember. Yeah, she once told me my wpm was too low so she started asking me all these questions of what I ate and she lectured my mom about giving me cereal, cause apparently that slows you down. And by the way how do you know about that c-span thing anyway? Oh, and I so totally get that comment of yours now. I'm totally rambling' Rory allowed herself to take a little breath here.
'And that's entirely your fault because you won't let me have coffee!'

'Jeez, take a breath.' Rory just didn't cease to surprise him. Then she was totally annoyed with him, and the next minute she was rambling about cereal and being overly active.
'Fine, go get your coffee. If that means you will cool it, please go get some. Because you're driving me crazy'

'I'm driving you crazy, you're the one insulting coffee. And you didn't answer my question yet. How'd you know about c-span?'

'I know about the c-span thing because Paris told me. She was really into it at first but then afterwards she didn't seem to happy actually. Guess that's just Paris' Tristan said.

Guess that's a guys oblivion, Rory thought.

'All righty then, let's get you some coffee. Cause you're really starting to scare me. Just keep your eyes on the road please.

Finally, after twenty minutes of Tristan screaming 'Watch that truck' and 'Í like my life' and Rory screaming back 'Shut up' and 'It's all your own fault' they finally found a place where they served decent coffee.

'Hallelujah, you are so Godlike, you my friend are one of the best thing existing on this planet.'

'I know you like me Mary but keep your pants on until we get in the car' Tristan said teasingly.

'You wish buddy, now shut up, I'm talking to Frank'

'Frank?' He was trying to hide his smile.

'Yep, Frank my coffee mug' She held the cup in front of his face.

'Thanks I can see it. You know, I know some nice men in white coats who can pick you up any moment you like.'

'I don't think that will be necessary thank you. It's Gilmore rule to name any beloved object. My mom named Luke's toolbox Burt once. And in this case, it's the mug carrying my beloved coffee.'

Now Tristan really lost it. He just couldn't hide his laugh.

'Are you making fun of me?' Rory chuckled 'Because if you do I know a couple of men in white coats too you know'

'No I'm not making fun of you. It's just, it's seems so you, naming everything. I'm Bible Boy, the toolbox is Burt and the mug is Frank.'
She was smiling at him with the most amazing smile and in the spur of the moment he said

'You're amazing you know that?'

'Stop playing with me Tristan' she said, and this time it wasn't just bantering. Why the sudden mood swing, she couldn't tell. 'You shouldn't say such a thing when you don't mean it.'

'But I meant it, I mean it I mean. I do think you're great.' He tried to hide a blush, but he couldn't figure out where it came from. He never blushed around women. 'I mean, you didn't have to

But she noticed and by that understood he meant it. 'Oh,' her cheeks got a little rosy as well 'Thanks I guess'

'You're welcome' He smiled at her

'I guess you're not so stupid yourself'

He smirked 'Well how nice of you Mare, I say you're amazing and I'm not so stupid, how touching.'

'If you try hard, that might change into a pretty nice, my friend.'

'Are we…?' He questioned. 'Are we friends I mean'

That question kind of struck Rory. She wanted to be friends with him, and not only because of they would be in the same car for some days. But she also didn't know, because the last time they tried to be friends it didn't work out too well.

Maybe he had changed.

They only had been on their way for two hours, so she didn't get the chance to get to know him that well, but he seemed different though. The innuendos and the nickname were still there, but not meaning what they used to mean. Whatever that was…

After making a pro/con-list in her head she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt

'As long as you aren't going to demand me going to a P.J. Harvey concert with you I think I'll manage.' And there that beautiful smile was again.

Tristan chuckled at the memory. 'I promise I won't demand you to go to a P.J. Harvey concert with me ever again.'

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed... and you will review... please... pretty please with sugar on top.
xxX Hanneke