A/N: Jeej, I'm finally back! This means I finally have free time again. I'm really sorry for my lack of updates the past few months, but my life kind of got in the way. I got so busy I really did not have any time to write stuff (I do not get why teachers are so eager to get you stressed out), and when I had some free time, I did not have the inspiration at all.

Well, I'm back with a new chapter again, and I really hope you like it (And I still do not own Gilmore Girls or its characters)

Love, maybe… - Chapter 9 – Last night together

They'd been driving for quite a few days now, and they were almost in LA. Only one more night in a dirty motel.

The trip hadn't been what they'd expected when they first saw who would be the other traveller. Rory and Tristan had seen a lot of things, laughter and fun, but there was also shouting, dirty motel rooms and fights. Everything which is required in a friendship!

Becoming friends was of course the smart thing to do when you have to spend so much time together, but in this case it also just felt right.

In the beginning they had to sleep in the same room because they didn't have another choice, but by the end they slept in the same room by choice. I mean, why wouldn't you if you're just friends right?

It had always been a room with two queen size beds, but this last time, it was one king-size. With no couch in the room! Weird, huh, how fate plays with you?

On this last night, Rory lay on the bed fumbling with her phone and Tristan was hanging in one of the chairs, legs over one armrest and his back against the other, just looking in the 'distance'. They both seemed if they were very energetic and lively… not!

They looked at each other once in a while, sighed, and continued doing nothing. That circle repeated itself a couple time until Tristan had enough. He shifted in his seat, so that he was sitting in it how you're supposed to sit in a chair, and started talking.

'Ror, this is ridiculous, I know you're tired, and I know I'm tired too! But we can't do this.' He raised his hands to state his words. 'This is our last night without Paris. We're in a town which does have a slightly decent bar-club-thing. So I say we stop being so boring and go have some fun.' He paused for a few seconds… 'So what do you say, huh?' … and looked very hopeful at Rory.

Rory was now resting on her elbows, looking at Tristan, thinking he did have a point. Lying on a bed all night wouldn't be a lot of fun, especially because there wasn't anything good on the television. So she said, 'Hmm, you are kind of right I guess. Let's do it.'

Tristan smiled 'Alright…' he walked to the door and held it open '…let's go then.'

But Rory looked like him if he was crazy. 'What planet are you from...' she asked in shock (actually fake-shock) '… I can't go in this outfit, if we go out, I want to do it the right way, and the right way isn't in these clothes.'

I should've seen that one coming, Tristan thought, and he closed the door again.
He fell in his former position in the chair again, waiting for Rory to be done changing.

'What do you want to drink?' Tristan asked when they had finally arrived at the bar.

'I'll have a coffee' Rory smiled.

'Of course you'll have a coffee, what else.'

'Exactly,' Rory said with triumph, 'Nothing beats coffee!'

Tristan smiled at Rory and then ordered once coffee for Rory and one soda for himself, for there was no way he was getting any alcohol in this place, and of course he couldn't tempt a lovely-over-21-lady to buy him some, he couldn't do that when he was out with Rory.

While Tristan was ordering the drinks, Rory caught herself looking at him a little bit too long. She'd caught herself doing that some more lately, but she didn't consider it as falling for him or anything of that kind. Just that he was nice to look at, but that didn't mean anything, right?

After they had been talking for a while and they already drank a lot of coffee and soda, Tristan did something very bold, considering it was Rory he was asking. That required a lot of courage.

'Rory, do you want to dance or something?' He asked, trying to hide the insecurity in his voice.

Of course, Rory being Rory didn't notice his insecurity. She didn't really know what to say. She's not much of a dancer, but she thought there was a slight chance she didn't mind dancing with Tristan.

'I actually can't dance so well, or something' she finally managed to say.

She could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he hid it like a pro. That's why she decided to do something unexpected.

'But I would love to if you won't laugh at me' she added. And all of a sudden Tristan gave her the most gorgeous smile she'd ever seen.

Before she could change her mind, Tristan quickly took her hand and pulled her off her chair onto the dance floor, which was surprisingly crowded considering the town they were in.

Rory didn't feel very comfortable, she didn't really knew what to do and how to move to the upbeat music, which didn't go unnoticed by Tristan. So he took her hands and tried to let her move with him.

'This isn't really working' Rory screamed in Tristan's ear, trying to be louder than the music. 'I look ridiculous.'

Tristan laughed, Rory looked so cute being insecure. 'Do you mind me trying something else?' He asked her.

'That depends, what are you going to do?'

'Don't be scared…' Tristan said '… I won't bite.'

And with that he turned Rory 180 degrees, so they weren't facing each other anymore. His slowly and carefully placed his hand on her hips, which caused a little electricity running through both their bodies.

Tristan started to move to the music and taking Rory with him in the beat.

'How does this feel?' Tristan asked

'Good…' Rory said actually referring to Tristan holding her, but blushed instantly after realising what she said '… I mean, I feel the rhythm now.' she giggled 'You're a good teacher.'

Suddenly the fast beat faded and a slow one took its place.

Tristan, not exactly knowing if he did the right thing, turned Rory back so they were facing again, and placed his hands back on Rory's hips. He was actually a little nervous, he didn't knew is she'd let him.

But Rory took a step closer and put her arms on his shoulders.

He smelled amazing, being held by him felt amazing, he felt amazing. She felt safe in his arms. His breath was very near, and it tickled when he whispered something in her ear.
'This almost feels like a date, huh.'

'Yeah, it does.' Rory answered 'Except it isn't one.' She added. She didn't see the disappointment in his eyes.

A couple of hours later, they were walking back to their hotel. They both weren't talking very much.

'Man. I'm so tired.' Rory sighed to break the silence

'Yeah, so am I.'

And again, big silence…

'It was fun though'

'It sure was, I had a great time. I got you dancing' He said in triumph.

She laughed. 'Please do not tell that to my mum, she'll make me enter the Stars Hollow-24-hour-dance-marathon with her every year if she ever finds out.'

Tristan chuckled, he knew enough about Lorelai to know she would really do that. 'I swear I'll never tell, scouts honour.'

'Have you ever been a boy scout?' Rory asked 'I mean, it ruins the point if you've never been one.'

'I actually never have been one. I just used it to add power to my statement. But I can swear on something else if you need me to.'

'No, I don't think that will be necessary. I believe you.' She looked at Tristan, finding him looking right in her eyes. It caused a shiver running trough her body.

'You're shivering.' He noticed.

'It's cold' Rory said quickly.

'Now that you say it, it isn't that warm anymore. Here, have my sweater.' He gave her his sweater which had been over his shoulders since they left the bar.

When she put the sweater on, a warm feeling slowly crept over her skin. It certainly kept her safe from the cold air, but the warm tingly feeling was mostly caused by the Tristan-smell that the sweater carried.

She didn't knew how to deal with this, these signals were hard to miss, but still, she didn't dare feel what the signals were telling here.

Back at their hotel room, they both sat on the bed, watching a very lame horror movie. The kind of movie were it's all blood and nothing else, the acting sucks, the story sucks, the entire movie sucks, but there's a lot of killing and blood. But because of one particular reason, Rory couldn't concentrate on the movie at all, despite the fact that that kind of movie doesn't require a lot of concentration.

They both were in their pyjamas. Rory was wearing her sweats and a t-shirt, but Tristan was only wearing his boxers. And he looked darn good in them; she never really noticed before.

'Jeez, this movie sucks.' Tristan said. 'Do you like it? Cause if you don't we should probably turn it of and get some sleep, considering we still have a long drive ahead of us.'

It took a couple seconds before Rory understood what Tristan had said. She didn't like it at all that he had that kind of effect on her.

'Yeah I think we should do that, we have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow, yep, we should get some sleep.'

'OK, let's sleep.' Tristan said, but he looked kind of suspiciously at her. 'Is there something wrong?'

'Nooo there's nothing wrong at all, what should be wrong then?'

'You're rambling'

Rory laughed nervously 'There's nothing wrong with rambling, I ramble all the time.'

'OK, goodnight then.' He smiled at Rory 'Goodnight.' And he leaned in and kissed Rory on the cheek, something he had done almost every night.

When Rory finally had her thoughts together and returned his goodnight he'd already put out the lights and turned around to fall asleep.

A/N: The last time I begged for 50 reviews, I didn't get them though, bummer. But this time you got to gimme 50. That's not so hard. Especially now I found out that since they installed the thingy that counts the times when people read your story over 200 people read mine, but none reviewed, that's a little sad huh, for me I mean. Please give me reviews; it'll inspire me to write. I hope you liked it!

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PS. Heather thanks again!