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.
Enjoy... (hopefully)

Love, maybe...

She was just standing there, leaning against her car with a Styrofoam cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other, a sight that fits her most perfectly. She looked so comfortable that she seemed to fade into her surroundings, but on the other hand was impossible to miss.

It was early.

You know, one of those beautiful summer-mornings. When the sun has just rose above the horizon and is about to wake everybody up with her warm rays of light.

It's only at that point of the day when everything is so peaceful and so quiet that you can smell it, when almost everybody is still asleep.

But she was awake and ready to make a long journey. The only thing that was holding her back was the mystery-man. The guy that would accompany her to her destination, the co-passenger she didn't ask for but accepted anyway (due to Paris' persuasive techniques), had yet to arrive.

Once John Doe would arrive they could get on their way to Los Angeles, a place she wouldn't be going to if it wasn't for Paris and her conferences. But also a place she wouldn't go to if it wasn't for her mother, who thought her daughter needed to be more spontaneous and carefree.

So there she was, about to go on a road trip she didn't really know if she was going to like or not.

She was so caught up in her book she didn't notice the footsteps that were heading in her direction. The guy that was approaching her walked confidently, but not cockily, quickly, but not hastily. But once he saw the girl leaning against the car so beautifully, that confidence faded, for he knew that girl.

The girl looked up by the sudden stop of the footsteps. Weird actually, when you don't notice something, you do notice it when it isn't there anymore.

Once she saw who the John Doe was, who her mystery co-passenger would be, a lot of thoughts and emotions were set free.

A pretty big thought that was waltzing through her mind was 'I am so going to kill Paris'.

But her main emotion was confusion. She didn't know how to act.

A weird vibe told her to run towards him and hug him, because she unconsciously had thought about him and missed him since the last time she saw him. But on the other hand she wanted to yell at him and hate him for all those times she hated him in high school.

So she just stood there surprised, staring into his also surprised eyes, both waiting for the other one to speak.

He was the first one to regain some clear thoughts. God, hadn't he seen her in a long time. He wanted to say something, something normal, and something not embarrassing. Something he couldn't achieve in high school, when everything he said to her was stupid and so not what he wanted to say. But he couldn't help it, she had had the strangest effect on him in high school, and she still did something to him.

So he couldn't help but fall back into his old ways.

'Well Mary, I never would've thought you would ever stare at me like that, I know I look good but just wait until we are in the car.'

And snap, just like that the girl pushed the hug-thoughts far away to the back of her mind.

'God, I so can't believe this. Please find your own ride because I'm not taking you in my recently cleaned car, thank you very much.' With that she closed her book and walked to the driver's side.

Unnoticeably, he started to panic a little, he had to do everything to convince her to take him. Why was he being such an ass he really couldn't say.

'You're welcome Mare, but I'm not going to find myself another ride, because you are going to take me.' He could punch himself at this point, why these stupid comments?

She was thinking the same thing, why those stupid comments, hadn't he grown up a little in those 3 years? 'No way I'm going to drive all the way to LA with you.'

'Mare, don't be so silly, who wouldn't want that, a lot of girls would kill for an opportunity like that.'

'Well, I don't. God, you really haven't changed at all, have you?'

'I have actually, and...'

'Give me one good reason why I would take you with me. Because I really can't think of one...'

'Well, it's good for the environment.'

'Oh please, like the entire ozone layer problem will be solved when we drive to LA together, one car more or less doesn't really make a difference'

'If everybody is going to say that it isn't a matter of one car but of millions. So why don't lead by example?'

'I don't lead by example, I just follow, I like to follow.'

'Don't be stupid Mare, you don't follow, you never have. That's one of the things that make you so special.'

'Just quit it Tristan, and there's no chance in hell you can come if you keep calling me Mary or Mare. Just give me one real reason and I might consider it.'

'Fine, Rory, a real reason huh, well, one: Paris set us up with this and she isn't stupid enough to let us drive together if she thought we would kill each other or something. Two: if you're going to drive that far, company would be nice. Three: Because I'm such a strong man, and don't give me that look, I don't think anybody would dare to harass you if I'm there too.'

'I'm so going to regret this.'

'So I can some?'

All the radars in her head were very busy, he did have a point there. Not that she couldn't stand her own, but some scary male company wouldn't hurt. And he's right about Paris, she wouldn't do this if she didn't trust Tristan. God, I must be stupid to do this...

'Fine, you can come. But don't touch the stereo.'

'If you won't play horrible music'

But Rory threw him a death glare 'Okay, shutting up now'

The two got into the car, not knowing what was ahead of them, not knowing what was waiting for them behind the horizon, where the sun was now standing in all her glory, and not knowing they both were going to make the journey of their life.

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed... and you will review... please... pretty please with sugar on top.
Only thing to say are a lot of thank-you's to Heather...
So: Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for being my beta