Friday, February 14, 2014

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Valentine's Day. The day single people sit home and hate their lives while drooling over an extra large pizza. Well, I mean, at least that's what I do. This year, Taryn and I can't do what we usually do on Valentine's Day, because she spent the night at CC's. Fucking bitch.

For some reason, I woke up extra early today. I usually wake up around twelve or one, but I woke up at eight. I have no fucking idea why. I wasn't even tired, which was different for me. I was always tired and always wanted to sleep.

But, it was now eleven, and I haven't spoke to anyone since I've woke up. Since, my plans for today were probably to do absolutely nothing, I felt that I should take a shower and start working on editing and revising my papers for school. But, I didn't have the motivation to do anything right now.

I bet Taryn is having the best time of her life right now. Being someone's valentine. I bet she isn't even thinking about the fact that she broke tradition. But, it's not my business.

I finally got some motivation after getting a text from Andy.

From: Ballsack
Happy Valentine's Day Welch. Who's your Valentine? And don't say something inanimate and not alive (;

To Ballsack:
No one, then. Finishing work for school is my main priority rn.

I sent it and grabbed my computer from the coffee table, opening it and looking for the papers I just wrote. I opened the file and right as I was about to get started when I finally had the motivation to get up and take a shower.

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Now, I was in a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and an oversized pullover from when I was like sixteen. I brought my computer on to my lap. I started revising it and rereading it. I was rushed when I wrote it, so I didn't notice how fucking terrible it was. It was only the first one I did that day, too. Basically, I don't want to know what the other ones are like.

I truly don't even want to go to school anymore. I barely passed the first year. So, maybe handing in these fucked up papers will get me out of it. I'll be able to find a job.

I sent in all the papers in the file to my professor and closed my laptop. I picked up the phone and called the best pizza place in town. But, as I was about to hit the call button, the doorbell rang. I threw my phone on the couch and stood up.

I opened the door to reveal Andy. He was fully dressed like he normally was. "What are you doing here?" He didn't answer. Instead, he smiled. He hand me blood red and black roses. I blushed and smiled down at them. He also handed me a huge book. I was confused as too why he handed me this book.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Reagan. Open the book." I handed him back the flowers so I could open the book. I opened the book, and flipped through the pages. On every page was a journal about me. A heartfelt journal written about me. It filled up the whole notebook in his scribbled hand writing. I kept flipping through the pages until I reached the last one.

The last one read in a somewhat neat writing. "Will you be my Valentine?"

I started to tear up. I dropped the book and jumped into his arms. Tears running down my face and on to his shoulder. I pulled my head back and he brought his face up to mine, kissing me passionately. He pulled away. "So, I'm going to take that as a yes?" I nodded uncontrollably.

I don't know why I was getting so emotional about this. It might have been because this has never happened to me before, or maybe because this was the last thing I expected. I untangled my legs from around his waist and picked the book up and once again retrieved the flowers from his hands. I opened the door all the way so he could come in.

He stepped in and followed me into the kitchen. I grabbed a vase from the cabinet and filled it up with water, putting the flowers in them. "This has never happened to me before," I said, locking eyes with Andy. He smiled. "This means a lot to me, thank you."

He inched his way towards me and wrapped his arms around my small figure. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He leaned in to kiss me, but the doorbell rang. I didn't know who that could be.

Andy let go of me and walked to the door answering it and soon walking back in with a huge pizza box.

He was doing that whole cliché thing. He placed the box on the counter and told me to open it. "This was my plan B, because I didn't know if you were going to say yes or not." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes and opened the box.

It read, "I know this is cheesy, but will you be my Valentine?"

"You're such a dork."

He smiled. "But I'm your dork."

Notes

agggh. I love this. my friend helped me out with this cx

this was supposed to be up Friday, but I wasn't able to get to it. I'm sorry, but hey at least I did it.

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