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

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

The Italic parts in the story are flashbacks, you would probably figure it out by yourselves but I tell you anyways, mwuhaha (I don't understand myself sometimes)
Now, on with the story… Enjoy... (hopefully)

Love, maybe… - Chapter 8 – Arrogant, Snobby and Rich Players

When Rory first woke up she had to think a couple of seconds to remember where she was.
She was sleeping in the car. But why was she sleeping in the car?
She remembered! Tristan had been acting too sixteen again! All of the Chilton experiences came crashing back last night. And those weren't so pretty. They were getting along so well, the last couple of days had been fun. Last night however… Flashes of last night played through her mind like little movies.

'Tristan, you're drunk.'

'No I'm not' He managed to get out. But the slight swinging movements he was making didn't join his statement.

'Yes you are. And I'm not sleeping in the same room with you when you're drunk. When you're drunk and not even know you're drunk!'

'Don't be such a party-pooper, why don't you get down with me. That way you even might have some fun in your life! You're always so stiff and serious, loosen up a bit, babe.' And with that he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer.

Rory quickly pushed him away 'Who are you to judge me, especially when you're drunk? I know fun, and this, getting drunk and trying to hit on friends, isn't what my dictionary says is fun!'

'But this is exactly my point, getting drunk is part of life, hitting on friends, I'm not doing that and you bringing up your dictionary is exactly what I mean with you being too serious. Come on, live a little and come with me. This bar is funnn. I will love you forever if you come with me.' He giggled.

Tristan tried to get closer again and take her hand, but she quickly took a step backwards.

'Fine…' Tristan tried to sound mad, but you could read disappointment in his eyes '… be boring then. I'll go back inside now. There are a few good looking ladies who would appreciate my company.' He started to walk back to the bar.

'Fine, and don't you think I'll stay in the same room as you then! I'll sleep in the car!' Rory shouted after him.

He turned around to face her again, walking backwards now 'Please do so. I might have company tonight anyways.'

She hated fighting with somebody, especially fighting with friends. But he was being unreasonable. And drunk! He probably was being unreasonable because he was drunk but that's no excuse for trying to get some.

He probably got some though.

He really wasn't lying when he said there were a few girls in the bar willing to do anything with and for him if he only snapped his fingers. Damn, she even saw him come out of the bar, a girl attached to each arm. This made her feel slightly jealous actually. But the player in him just couldn't be killed. Why were they both so damn stubborn and why did they both always have to have it their way?

'Just shut up alright, I'm trying to drive here'

They were fighting. How they get into that fight… well sometimes the universe just decides so.

Rory had been coffee-clean for too long. Tristan was cranky, driving, and lost.

'Yeah, obviously you're trying to drive, but where to is the bigger question. Why didn't you just listen to me at that junction? But nooo, that just gets in the way of your ego. And because of that ego and your so called, by yourself though, nose for shortcuts, were now lost!'

She was so annoying sometimes. But if she wanted an argument, she would get one! 'Who has the ego huh, you always think you are so right and the rest of us are always so wrong. You can't take criticism from anybody!'

'Whoa, where did that come from all of a sudden? Now we're talking about character flaws, well I've got a few for you then.'

'Oooh really, I would love to hear that then!'

'You're an arrogant, snobby and rich player. You don't care for other people at all, get yourself sent to military school, pull all kinds of pranks, treat girls like Britney Spears treats her underwear, and if something doesn't go your way you just throw your credit card around.'

Tristan couldn't believe she was saying all those things, especially after what they talked about a couple days ago. She knows what he'd been through and that he wasn't like that anymore. God, she was pissing him off! 'That's all in the past and you know that. And what about Britney Spears' underwear? You just can't have a normal conversation. Whenever somebody does something you don't like, you don't give them time to explain why they did what they did, or just accept it. You're not perfect you know!'

'Who was saying anything about perfect...?' She was so irritated by him, who was he to talk to her like that? This was her car, her car damnit, he was her guest '… I never said I was perfect.'
'And Britney Spears throws her underwear away after wearing it once' She added quickly.

'No you never said it, but I'm sure your mom, your grandparents and bagboy have no doubts about it. They must have said it loads of times. Well guess what, princess, you're not perfect, because nobody is. I'm not perfect and I know it. I don't lie about what I've done in the past. I'm not proud of it, but it happened. I was a jerk, and I have been punished for it. Don't you now judge me, because that's all behind me and you have not a fucking thing to say about it!'

Tristan was holding the steering wheel tighter and expected another wind. But it didn't come. He stared straight at her to provoke her, but nothing came. She was looking out the window, refusing to look at him. He managed to shut up Rory Gilmore, a thing that only Lorelai Gilmore used to achieve. He had even insulted her family and the bagboy and nothing. How did the conversation even go there? He didn't know and he didn't care at the moment.

Rory seemed to chose the silent treatment on him though. In a weird way that only ticked him off even more.

Half an hour later they found the town they were going to sleep. Half an hour spent in silence and half an hour of growing tempers.
When they found a decent hotel to sleep, Tristan immediately headed for the bar across the street.
Rory took the liberty to get them a room. Yep, only one room. Because she seemed to have a nose for picking the hotels where there was only one room available.

And now it was almost noon and she slept in her car while he was sleeping in a comfy hotel bed with the company of two girls.
God, she felt like having some coffee.

And there it was, like she had a magic wand or something. The smell of coffee, the beautiful sight of a Styrofoam cup held by someone sticking through the backseat window.
The person holding it was the last person she expected coffee from though.

Rory took the coffee from Tristan and mumbled a soft thank you.

While sipping her coffee Tristan walked round the car to the passenger seat and got in the car. They both didn't really know how to act.

When Rory finally got herself to get up and go to the driver's seat she managed to say something. 'Tristan…'She said, hopeful.
He didn't say anything back though, he only looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

Rory took a deep breath. She knew that she had to take the first step. She also knew that she was the one who should apologize, she had said horrible things. Things that she wasn't supposed to judge him on, but did nonetheless. And above all, things that weren't even true anymore.

It apparently took Rory too long to say anything again, because Tristan wasn't looking at her anymore. That sort of made it easier for Rory to say what she wanted to say.

'Tristan…' she paused. He was still looking out the window '… I'm sorry.' She managed to get out.

That made Tristan look at Rory again. He didn't say anything though, which indicated that he expected more.

Rory took a deep breath again and started rambling. 'I'm sorry for saying the things I said. I know those things aren't true anymore. I had no right to say those things. I know I was wrong but I hope you do accept my apologies.'

It took Tristan a few seconds to answer. 'I accept your apologies. But I want you to accept mine as well though. I also said a few things that I shouldn't have said and I vaguely recall something about me being drunk and trying to get you to join me in the land of the drunk.'

Rory smiled, she was glad he accepted her apologies and glad that he offered his too. 'I accept your apologies. Though I was right about one thing.'

Tristan looked surprised. His eyes were telling that he was waiting for an explanation.

'Those two girls you took to your room last night. You still are a player.' Rory said with a hint of jealousy.

Tristan smiled a little bit, for he spotted the jealous tone. 'You have nothing to worry about Mare, nothing happened. When we got in the room and I saw your bag laying on the table I knew I really did not want those girls there. Those girls have been up for like 10 seconds.'

As oblivious as Rory is she didn't get that what Tristan was trying to say. 'Well, good for you then. If you slept with two girls at the same time I don't know if I would let you drive in my car anymore.' She smirked.

Tristan was a little irritated. He hated that she didn't get what he was saying. But if he wasn't clear enough, he had to be clearer. But not now though. He was just glad they were on speaking terms again. That was more important at the moment. He would tell her though, later.

That's it again for now. But I promise I'll send my beta another chapter this week so if I haven't updated by Sunday… blame her… mwuhaha (No, I'm kidding, Heather is a great Beta. I will update though)

I hope you enjoyed... and you will review. Ooooh come on…. Please give me 50 reviews... please... pretty please with sugar on top. I know you can do it! I love you all so much if you give those 50… (I'm a little obsessed, sorry)
xxX Hanneke
And Heather - Thanks for the grammar-check