Unlike The Past Years

Unlike The Past Years
Valentine “Valerie” Fawn Milburn (OC) & Jonathan “John” Waddell (OC)
     I shove my hands in my pockets of my ripped white-wash jeans and walk down the hallway, full of pink, red, and white colors.
    It’s like every single year. Alone, single, no chocolates, cards, balloons, or anything. I hate Valentine’s Day! Why does this day even exist? It’s so stupid and worthless…
    I halt to a stop only to look to unlock my school locker, and a small folded note falls out and onto the ground. As I bend down to pick up the piece of parchment, I eye my surroundings.
    Couples, they’re everywhere. Reminds me of my single life, but it’s not that I care.
    Ugh, why are those two having a full-blown make-out session in school?
    Dang ! Do they not know it’s public? Stop scarring innocent lives.
   I open the little paper to reveal a small letter, scrawled on with a dark blue ink.

February 14, 2015
To Valerie Fawn Milburn,
    Well… I really don’t know what to say…
    Happy Valentine’s Day?
    After all these years, I decided to actually confess my true feelings, you could say. It has been the 5th year since I’ve known you.
    I like you…
    no.
    I might even love you. I hope that you can accept my feelings.
    Please meet me after-school near locker 186.
                             From: Anonymous  
      I wonder who it is….Should I go to locker 186?..I don’t know. Maybe I should…It doesn’t matter does it anyways? I should go and reject him at least, then leave him dumbfounded. Yeah, I’ll be going but just to nicely reject him. I’m not heartless. But that handwriting looks familiar. and how to they know my full name?
    I sigh and looks around me. I cramb the note in my pocket and continue on with the day, going to science, reading, physical education, then to world history.

*Pringgggggggggggg*
    I jolt up, an eye open and with an eye that it unwilling to open. I guess I fell asleep again in world history...again. Its not that I don’t like this class, its just that he drones too much. Like way too much. I check the black and white clock. Class ended. Lazily I stuffed my binder in my bag and walk to the door. My hand reached into my back pocket pulling out a white sheet instead of my phone.
   Locker 186. After school.
   My feet move, one step, two steps, three steps. I stop and look up. Locker 170. I turn a corner and peek. I take a few more step before halting.
   Him.
   Johnathan…
  Johnathan Waddell.
 Jonathan Waddell, my best friend since 5.
Jonathan Waddell, who is my best friend and a long time crush.
He liked me?
Life really does you the most unexpected twists…
    “John. Are you that person?” I ask softly, my voice as gentle and quiet as ever.
     He heads swiftly turns to me, meeting my eyes, brushing his brown hair to one side, the right side. He mouth curls upwards, baring his teeth at me, smiling, grinning.  
    “Yes.” He answers cheekily.
    “I didn’t expect that.” I look down.
    His smile drops, I see out of the tops of my eyes and his hands travel to meet mine. His fingers wrapping around my wrists and tugs on them to grab my attention.
    “Valentine. Valerie. Be my Valentine this year, mine. Be mine. Please?”
    “I-i don’t know what to say. I’m honestly shocked. I not gonna reject you, John.” I look up meeting the hazel eyes of his, “The thing is that I like you too.”
     “I’m happy. I’m happy to share the same feelings as you. Even if you reject me now because you’re not ready. I’ll wait. I’ll still be happy, Valerie. I think I love you.”
    I crack a smile and chuckles, “Who ever said I was gonna reject you, Johnnie?”.
   My arms stretch up and wrap around his neck. I rest my head on his chest and inhale his smell, “I say, yes.”