Author's Note: One parter inspired by those little candy hearts called
Sweethearts. All the phrases are real phrases found on this candy.
Disclaimer: Not mine in the real world, but in Jess's World, Tristan is mine
and I'm not sharing!
Smack! Rory's head snapped up as a yellow candy heart bounced off her
forehead and landed in her book. She groaned at the sight of the tall, blonde
haired, blue eyed boy now sitting across from her. "Tristan," she said, "do
friends really throw hard objects at their friends' heads?" Rory asked.
"It's candy," he said, as if that was an explanation.
Rory looked down at the small yellow heart. A Sweetheart. One of those
not so appetizing looking candies that were really addictive. She turned it
over. "What's up?" was written in pink on the candy.
"You couldn't have just asked?" Rory looked at Tristan once more.
"Then where would all my fun be, Mary?" Tristan replied.
"You do know you're insufferable, right?" Rory asked.
"That's why you love me," Tristan smirked.
"Don't you mean put up with you because no one else will?" Rory popped
the candy into her mouth. "Thanks for the nourishment. Much better than
Chilton lunch." She once again looked down at her book.
Smack! This time Rory didn't even bother to look up. She knew it was
Tristan screwing with her. He knew she hated Valentine's Day. At least since
Dean broke up with her. It was one of the many moments they had shared since
becoming friends. She would have thought he would have left her alone. But
he's Tristan. She looked at the heart; "Smile" it said.
He really was a cute one. She couldn't stop the slight curve of her lips
as she looked at the heart in front of her. As hard as she tried to deny it,
she had more than "friendly" feelings for Tristan. No matter how hard she
tried to be mad at him, she couldn't help but love his sweet gesture. She
looked at him once more with a small smile.
"That's what I wanted to see," Tristan said, putting his thumb to her
The mood suddenly more serious, Rory got scared and jumped into the
banter that was so easy for them, skirting around the issue. "Tristan, you
know I hate this holiday. I don't see why you have to torture me," Rory
"Yeah, but I love this holiday. And would I be Tristan if I didn't
constantly torture you?" Tristan asked with a slight smirk.
"No, I guess not. You'd just be an amazingly hot boy with no flaws.
Instead, I'm stuck with you, annoying boy," Rory said sarcastically.
Tristan gasped. "Did I just here Rory Gilmore call a boy, hot? And me no
less? I'm shocked, Rory, shocked. Since when are boys hot?"
"For your information, boys have always been hot, you're not considered
hot, you would be hot if you weren't Tristan," Rory replied.
"Okay, then, Rory. Hi my name is Louis. Can I have 2002 kisses?" Tristan
handed her a purple heart with "2002 Kisses" inscribed on the front.
"I don't like purple. Here," she said, handing it back, not answering the
A green heart with "I Got U Babe" came out next.
"No Sonny, no Cher, you're not getting anywhere. Look, I'm a poet and I
don't even know it!" Rory said.
"Rory, Rory, Rory, so picky," said Tristan. "Fax Me," he handed her an
"Where's my Tristan and what have you done with him, you evil dork?" Rory
"So the fax machine isn't that fly?" Tristan asked. "I knew you'd only
want Tristan. The one and only has returned. Louis has left the building."
"So you're Elvis now?" Rory asked.
"I guess so, honey," Tristan replied with an Elvis accent. "Love Me
Tender, Sweetheart," Tristan said while handing her two pink hearts with the
"Mmm, I love Sweethearts," Rory said, popping the two candies into her
"Let's go Darling," Tristan said, offering Rory his arm.
"Darling?" Rory questioned.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget, your candy," Tristan handed Rory another
pink heart. "You know, with all these hearts I'm giving you, I'm going to run
out. Then what's a guy to do?" Tristan asked.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to figure that out yourself," Rory
answered, then leaving a large silence hanging in the air.
The pair walked outside into the brisk winter air. "So, Rory," Tristan
started. He wanted to tell her so bad, how much he liked her. That's why he
had started with the crazy hearts. He still had the best candies left over.
Maybe she felt the same way he did.
"Yes?" Rory answered.
"Thank you," Tristan said, simultaneously handing her a yellow heart with
the same words.
"For what?" Rory asked.
"For finally seeing the real me. For taking the time to get to know me
after I was a jerk to you. I'm glad. And thankful," Tristan replied.
"Well, I'm glad too. And thankful. I like you Tristan, the real you.
You're welcome. Thank you for opening yourself up to me," Rory answered.
"Do you-" Rory started.
"Will you-" Tristan said at the same time. They both stopped.
"You first," they said, nervously, both finally making their move.
"Tristan, you go," Rory said.
Tristan handed her yet another candy heart.
Rory turned it over. "Be Mine" it said. Rory looked into Tristan's deep
blue eyes with wonder. Was it really true? Did he like her? Rory took the
candy and put it in her mouth. She tasted it. Purple.
Tristan watched her examine the little purple heart. As she moved her
hand, he was scared she would give it back, possibly giving the excuse that
it was purple. To his surprise she put it right in her mouth. His eyes lit up
at her acceptance. At this moment he pulled her towards him, grabbing her
hands and bringing his lips to hers. Upon opening their mouths, Tristan found
the purple heart and took it with his tongue.
When they finally pulled apart, neither could think of anything to say.
"You stole my heart," Rory said, the first thing that popped into her head.
Certainly fitting though, since Tristan had not only stolen her candy heart
but her own heart as well.
"I know. Like you said, I had to figure something out. I gave you all my
heart, I needed something in return," Tristan replied, adding to the double
"So does that mean you have no more candy for me?" Rory asked, jokingly.
"Well, I do have this," he said and pulled out one final candy heart and
handed it to Rory.
"Kiss Me Again," Rory read.
"Gladly," Tristan replied as he lowered his mouth once more to hers.