AN: Welp... I'm gonna be honest. There isn't much Jerikole in here, since they come in at the very end. I still think it's a very cute installment for Jerikole Drabbles anyway.

Disclaimer: Don't own TT.


Hallmark

"Frickin' Hallmark. HAD to be frickin' Hallmark, eh, Arg?" Hot Spot complained, elbowing his date in the stomach. "Ugh, I'm dyin' here!"

"I don't watch these flicks just to torture you." He doubted that, as Argent's tone was teasing as hell right then.

Maybe she was mad and wanted to make him pay for something he'd done. Like he'd know what for, like he ever does. Regardless, he should probably have looped his arm around her shoulder to coerce her in a better mood, but then Hot Spot is tone deaf to the soft whisperings of romance.

"I kinda like a sappy romance story every now and again, predictable as it may be," Argent elaborated.

"So much for your rebel persona..."

"Do not! Kole asked to watch this one specifically after Starfire recommended it. I never would've chosen it, but if she wants to get into the traditional chick movies then she certainly picked herself a right winner. It's got the old cliches like 'girl-with-glasses-takes-them-off-and-becomes-suddenly-beautiful' and the often used 'girl-gets-into-a-fight-with-the-man-of-her-dreams-but-he-does-something-so-sweet-she-can't-stay-mad'."

Yikes. Hot Spot glared down at the still-open case. "Cloudy with a Chance of Love" it said... more like "Cloudy with a Chance of Get Me the Hell Out of Here Before I Toss My Masculine Boot Through the TV!" Huh, that's catchy.

"Yeah, that last one's a crock. Kole'll probably eat it up anyway."

Argent shifted to fix her posture. The sofa in the Titan's North common room is very cushy. "What're you on about? I forgive you for most of the stupid things you do."

"No, you don't! I do sweet stuff for you all the time and you still get pissed!" I'll be suffering through this movie for you, if you need one example.

"Well, I might very will get pissed, but do I stay pissed? Not for long, especially if I realize that I'm being angry for no good reason and... overreacting as I sometimes do." Who slipped Argent a slice of humble pie?

Laughing, Hot Spot declared, "Honey, I invented overreacting. Remember when Johnny Rancid kept calling me Match-Head instead of my actual name- and kept trying to light his cigarettes on my head or arms- so I flamed up and melted his motorcycle into a puddle once the cops arrived?"

"Yes," -she giggled- "a grey puddle of sadness!"

"Yeah, I didn't think he'd start crying." The poor officer charged with leading Rancid into the police van hadn't known what to do when Rancid started shedding manly tears.

"No, love. The bike!"

"Johnny Rancid's bike?" Kole and Jericho had arrived. Guess who had asked the question. "Didn't Hot Spot set that on fire or something?"

Instead of answering with a rational and appropriate "yes" an exuberant Hot Spot rocketed off the sofa and roared, "HAHA, Jericho! You're whipped too!"

"Too?" Jericho mocked, eyebrow raised in jest. If you're mocking me for caving and agreeing to watch this dumb movie with my girl, I'm taking you down with me, friend.

Relief quickly shifted to embarrassment for Hot Spot, as movie night, as well as the would-be movie watchers, were no longer focused on just the corny chick flick. Silently, he assumed his former seat next to Argent.

Under normal circumstances, Jericho and Kole would've been privy to some spectacular, raging fireworks from their short-fused teammate, but in front of his date... No, Hot Spot didn't want to conduct himself like a madman in front of her, at least not more than he already had during their past year of togetherness. Argent was an understanding girl- God help him if she hadn't been- but that's no excuse to lose it at every little thing.

Jericho never lost it, Hot Spot deliberated, always composed whenever Kole asked him to do something that would've killed him. "Help me paint my nails," the pink-haired pixie had once asked. Jericho had responded with a confused stare, but ultimately let her drag him away to her quarters- sickeningly pink- to fulfill her wishes. No way would that have flown with Hot Spot.

Even there in the common room Hot Spot watched the charming, obliging Jericho nibble his lady's ear in lieu of watching the movie, at which Kole smiled bashfully. Sly move, Jer...

Argent's eyes fell on them too. What she saw, though, differed from Hot Spot's perceptions. She didn't see a superior couple, or what she and Hot Spot ought to have been, but her two friends valuing each others' company and positively reinforcing one's careful romantic advances. Perhaps her own boy needed some positive reinforcement... He was so terribly embarrassed!

Intent clear, the kiwi romantic carefully pecked Hot Spot on the cheek, whispering with fondness, "I like that you can be sweet."


AN: The most Hotgent-y chapter yet. There's Jerikole here at the end though, so I'm counting it. :)

Another chapter... done. Next chapter has things to do with Jericho being taken off the market, but by whom? Not Kole this time! :P Tell me, should I call back to the F is for Fidelity chapter and have him date one of them? Which one?

Vote by leaving a review or by PMing me! This should be fun... And if no one votes or if there's a tie or something I'll pick out of a hat, but I wanna get you guys involved.

Thank you for reading. Guess this was a one for Hotgent fans. :)