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

I know Tristan might be a little bit ooc, but remember it has been a couple of years and he went to military school, so it's just how I think he would act after 'boot camp'

Sorry for my later update and that I don't update more often but I'm really, really busy with school and stuff… I'll try to update more though

Love, maybe – Chapter 4 – An Old Irishman

They were friends.

Friends who drank coffee together in the stinkiest diners ever, who went on a road trip together, who bantered on and on about the most stupid stuff, and friends who could tell each other serious things, something that Rory couldn't believe at first, trusting Tristan and believing that he had changed was a little weird at first, but felt kind of nice after all.

They were everything friends should be and everything they could become in only a day.

But why then didn't it feel complete?

They both didn't know how to close that hole in their souls, and the sure as hell didn't think that they could fill that hole for each other.
How oblivious can you be…? Both of them.

Or is it just denial.

'Mare, we've been driving way too long now. It's already getting dark! I'm tired.' Tristan complained

'So what are you suggesting, Bible Boy' they were both childishly holding on to the nicknames.

'I suggest we stop at the nearest motel, get a room, get us something to eat and sleep till tomorrow morning and take off again.' He said like it was the most common thing.

She had to sleep in the same motel as Tristan. Rory hadn't thought of that yet, pretty stupid yes, but hey… she had bigger things to worry about, like staying on her coffee schedule.

Whoa, she was going to stay in the same motel as Tristan, for a couple of nights actually.

'Are you okay' Tristan said 'You look a little pale all of a sudden'

'Do I?' Rory asked curiously looking into her rear-view mirror. She did look a little pale actually.
'No I don't look pale at all, I'm fine. Yeah sure. Motel. You and me. Dinner. Yep, sounds great.'

Tristan chuckled at the sight of Rory. He laughed at what the thought of her and him in the same motel did to her.

'All righty then. So, let's go find the nearest motel.'

Rory swallowed away a lump in her troth. 'Yep, let's do that'.

They didn't have to drive far. They found a little motel in only 10 minutes.

'So,' Rory said 'Here we are.'

'Yep, here we are' Tristan said and got out of the car.

'Tristan, what are you doing?' Rory asked a little anxious

Tristan stuck his head back into the car to face Rory
'I'm getting out of the car' He pointed out.

'Why?'

Tristan chuckled 'You see, the point of going to a motel is that you won't have to sleep in your car. And that would require actually getting out of the car, so let's go.'

He slammed the driver's door shut, for he had drove the last 2 hours, which actually had been really hard for Rory. It took Tristan half an hour to convince Rory he wouldn't break anything.

Rory saw Tristan walking towards the motel leaving her with two options, staying in the car, all by herself, near the highway with all those scary truckers and drug addicts. Or go after Tristan and sleep in a comfy bed with pillows and a shower. It shouldn't be such a tough choice, she thought. So she got out of her car and ran after Tristan as fast as she could.

When she finally reached him they already were by the door.

Tristan had been counting in his head to see how long it would take her to come after him.

'I see you got your senses back, that took you only 17 seconds' He said like she was a One year old who said mommy for the first time.

'Thank you for your trust in me, very comforting' She said sarcastically. 'Well, let's go in then and get us two rooms.'

'You disappoint me Mare, you won't share a room with me. Here I was thinking, the reason why you got out of the car was because of a night with me'

She pushed him softly against his shoulder 'Yeah because your body is to die for.'

Tristan chuckled 'I didn't even bring that up, but hey if you say so'

They were interrupted by the voice of a man. 'Good evening and welcome to the Woodpecker Inn. Can I help you?'

Tristan and Rory turned to the source of the noise and tried to hold their laughs. In front of them was standing the oldest man still working, he was smiling as hard as he could. That would've been hilarious on its own. But the man had only like three teeth left and had the worst Irish accent ever.

Tristan recovered first.

'Yeah you can help us. We need two rooms for the night.'

The old man turned to Tristan. 'Okay, let's see…' He turned around to a cabinet to turn around almost instantly.
'I'm sorry lad, we only have one room left. We do have one room with a King-size bed though.'

That didn't sound so good to Rory. 'What,' she said with panic dripping of her voice 'How can that be possible, we're in the middle of nowhere in a Motel for crying out loud. How on earth could this thing be full?'

Although it wasn't an actual question the old man said 'Because, Miss, this is the only hotel in this town.' He said it like that explained it all.

'Relax Mare, You get the room, I'll sleep in the car' Tristan offered.

'No, you idiot'. Although she was freaking out, she also didn't want her friend to sleep in the car. She turned to the Irishman 'Is there also a couch in the room?'

'Well, yes, there is.' Amazingly the guy kept on smiling.

'Okay, we'll take the room' Rory said.

Tristan looked at her, surprised. 'Are you sure, because I would go sleep in the car.'

'No it's all right.' She tried to smile at him. She didn't know why she was so upset with this. They were friends, so there was noting to be upset about, just two friends sleeping in the same room. It was just like a slumber party, friends sleeping together in the same room is totally normal.

The room was just ugly, there were no other words.
The furniture was old. The curtains were covered in the most horrible design and it had the most horrible smell.

'I'm trying to figure out why there are no rooms available in this dump' Rory said horrified 'but I honestly can't think of one. Why would anybody want to sleep here willingly, it's so gross'

Tristan had been thinking the same thing 'I think that this was the only available room because there are no other. They probably shut the other rooms down'

'That must be it because this place is a dump.' Rory said while she threw her bag and the extra sheets the got on the couch.

'What are you doing' Tristan questioned.

'I'm marking my territory'

'You're not sleeping on the couch, I'm sleeping on the couch'

Rory smiled. She picked up her bag and threw it on the bed. 'Okay.'

Tristan stared at her. 'You selfish brat'

'Why' she pouted 'You offered me the bed'

'Yes I did. But that's not how it works' He tried to look insulted

'What do you mean, how what works.'

'When you offer someone to sleep on the couch you have to decline that offer "No you sleep on the bed, I don't mind". Than the other person has to say "Are you sure you don't mind" than the other person should say "No I'm sure" Than the first would say again "But I'd be happy to sleep on the couch instead of you" and then de second person is allowed to accept'

Now it was Rory's turn to stare. 'How stupid is that?'

'It's just a rule' Tristan said.

'Not a written one' Rory accused. 'You just made that up yourself!'

Tristan tried to look shocked 'Ooh. How dare you say such a thing, that's common knowledge Mare?'

'Apparently it's not common knowledge, because I didn't know about it.'

'It's just the polite way to do it.'

Again, Rory stared at him. 'Man you sound like my grandma. I just don't get why it has to be so complicated. You offer me the bed I take the bed.'

'Yeah, but you shouldn't have taken the offer that soon'

'Why, were you going to give me the bed in the end?' Rory asked.

'Yeah, but I alr…'

Rory interrupted him. 'You would've given me the bed anyway so why go trough all the trouble of asking three times.'

Tristan sighed and pretended to be mad. 'You're making me tired. Have the bed. Please can we drop this?'

Rory squealed in triumph. She walked over him and started singing 'I win, I win, I win'

He couldn't help it, he had to laugh. He couldn't be annoyed with her too long anyway.

'Yeah, you win. But I'm hungry now. Let's go get something to eat.'

'Sure, I'm actually pretty hungry too, and I need coffee.'

'Could've seen that one coming' Tristan smirked.

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed... and you will review... please... pretty please with sugar on top.
xxX Hanneke
And Heather - Thanks for the grammar-check