"Tristan!" Rory had to run to keep up with the tall, lanky boy.
"Yes?" he asked, smiling smugly, swinging himself abruptly, so that Rory accidentally smacked her face into his chest.
Rory regained her composure, "Er...well...you know what I want to talk about..." she twiddled her thumbs, "why'd you give it to me?"
"Well..." now it was Tristan's turn to be uncomfortable, "I just thought, well," he smiled, a smile that Rory had never encountered before, and lest a smile she'd expect from Mr. Big-Shot himself. In fact, it almost looked as though he was...embarrassed? "I just thought you'd like them," he finished softly. Then he did something completely unexpected. As if the surprises that she's met with that day weren't enough already, he did an anti-Tristan move - a show of affection. And not the I-wanna-get-with-you-just-to-show-off-with-my-mates kinda affection. It was genuine....Rory felt a shiver of anticipation down to her toes as he bent down and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"I hope you like them," he said...and then walked off.

"Mum, I'm home!" Rory trudged in through the front door, her head a muddle of thoughts, swimming around in her head, all begging for air-time. It was hard. Rory had never felt this way before. What was up with Tristan?! It was way easier to pretend she wasn't attracted to him when he was a self-absorbed, obnoxious prick, no matter how much he may look like some Grecian god....however, it was even harder to resist him when he was actually sweet for once!
"Hi, honey, how was school?" Lorelai asked, peeking over the cover of 'Innkeeping 101.
"It was...different," Rory said haltingly. She usually shared everything with Lorelai, but this time it just didn't seem appropriate.
"Different? How do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing...err...we just had less homework than usual!" she covered up, a bit over-excitedly. She ran quickly into the solace of her room. Sighing, hardly bothering to take off her backpack, she sprawled lazily over her favourite pink checkered bedcover. Grabbing the bouquet of flowers which she'd somehow managed to smuggle into her bag, she inhaled them...and then snorted as the petals went up her sensitive nose. She'd forgotten her slight allergy to flowers!
"Darn!" she started sneezing.
Suddenly she noticed something...imbedded inside the flowers, at the very bottom of the bouquet, she noticed something she hadn't initially...it was a...card?! What?! She thought that these flowers were from some anonymous guy..."Oh well, at least now I know it's Tristan," she sighed to herself, "Paris would've went crazy if she knew that he still had feelings for me!"

"Someone I glimpsed so fleetingly,
Could she feel the same about me?
Someone I love so tenderly?
Could she and I ever be?

"From,
A Secret Admirer :)"

"What!" Rory distinctly felt the room reeling. If that was from a 'secret admirer' then what was it that Tristan had given her?

She soon found out that night as she went through her regulation thick pile of homework. A piece of paper fluttered out of her English Literature notebook, wrapped around something. Curious, Rory unwrapped it and gasped as she took out a dainty, precious silver chain. The pendant was a beautiful filigree heart, a pattern so intricate that she had to squint to work it out properly. It was beautiful. On the same piece of paper was written, 'From Tristan'. Rory's heart beat faster than ever as, with shaking hands, she fastened the beautiful piece of jewelry onto her neck. She grabbed her hand mirror from the nearby desk and just looked at it, fingering it's design. Suddenly, and without warning, hot tears splashed down from her eyes, forming torrents of heartache on her cheek, "What's wrong with me!?" she asked herself.
"How could I break Dean's heart, only to go out with Jess...and then find myself falling for....falling for...Tristan!! And to top it all of, I have a secret admirer!" Her heart broke a thousand times over as she critisized herself, angry as ever. She cried herself to sleep that night, muffling her tears into her pillow.
In the morning, it was soaked with salty tears.