Hellllooooo, lovely Smoshers! Hope your day is fantastic.
Well, I present to you, the longest, cheesiest, and most romantic chapter I’ve ever written. I think you’ll like it
February 13th, 2004
Ah, Valentine’s Day. It’s impossible to not know about it unless you live under a rock or something. I used to hate all of the cheesy commercials, never-ending jewelry ads, and hearts covering every square inch of everything; but now it only stood as a reminder that I have an amazing boyfriend who is none other than Ian Hecox.
I’ve been wondering if Ian and I will end up doing anything for Valentine’s Day. I really hope we do, but I don’t push it. After all, we’ve only been officially dating for a little over three weeks now. But what an amazing three weeks it’s been!
The final bell of the day rings, and I slowly amble to my locker. I know I can dawdle because Ian can just give me a ride home now that he has his own car, and I would much prefer that over a hot, sweaty, and loud bus. My last period class is two floors above my locker, so by the time I actually make my way there the hallway is nearly empty. That’s what I had hoped for, because everyone knows that it’s much easier it is to pack up your stuff without other people crammed in beside you.
As I shove the final textbook into my bag, I feel someone wrap their arms around me from behind and plant a quick kiss on my cheek. “Hey you,” I smile affectionately when I realize who it is.
“Hey Mel,” Ian replies as I spin around to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I know it’s a day early, but what do you say that we go out somewhere tonight?”
“Where to?” I say as a huge smile overtakes my face.
“That’s a surprise,” Ian says slyly.
“Well, how can I say no to that?”
Ian smiles. “Pick you up at seven?” I nod and kiss him again, smiling against his lips.
“Hecox! No public displays of affection in school! Don’t make me give you both a detention!” A cruel voice barks, making Ian and I let go of the other as if we’re on fire. I look up and see the retreating form of a greasy-haired middle-aged brunette woman, who has a body shape that resembles a watermelon with legs.
“Is that your Geometry teacher?” I say once I think she’s gone, but I keep my voice low just in case.
“Yes,” Ian grumbles as I grab my backpack.
“Now I see why you complain about her so much,” I say sympathetically as we walk to the students’ parking lot.
“Yeah, she sucks.” Once we reach his car, he drives me home. Despite the fact that I’ll see him on a few short hours, I hug and kiss him before I exit his car and walk to my house, cherishing the feeling of his arms around me. I wave goodbye and try to hide some of my excitement for tonight, because I’m about to burst. I never thought that I would get so excited over a silly little holiday, but the fact that Ian, my boyfriend, is willing to surprise me is beyond sweet.
Calm down, it’s just a date, you’ve been on dates with Ian before! I silently scold myself. It doesn’t work though, and I’m close to jumping up and down. Seven o’ clock couldn’t come sooner.
As seven draws nearer, I begin to get ready. I shower and let my hair air dry as I choose my outfit, opting to leave it naturally curly. Choosing my outfit is a tad more complicated, however. What do people wear to Valentine’s Day dates?! I guess I’m lucky because it’s unseasonably warm this week in California, so that broadens my wardrobe choices. After a good thirty minutes of trying on clothes and piecing together various outfits, I narrow it down to two choices. The first outfit is a plain gray tank under a light pink cardigan, pieced with a flowery skirt and blue low-top Converse. The second is a plain light blue dress that falls a few inches above my knees, wedge sandals, and a cute braided belt.
Unable to decide, I call Kalel. She’s good with this kind of thing, and I want to tell her about tonight anyway.
“Hey Melanie! What’s up?” Kalel answers.
“I need your help deciding on an outfit!” I say really urgently, as if it’s an emergency or something.
“What’s the occasion?” Kalel laughs.
“A Valentine’s Day date.”
“Oh my gosh! That’s awesome! Where are you guys going?!”
“I dunno, Ian won’t tell me yet!”
“Awww! You have to tell me all about it later. Now, tell me about those outfits.” I describe the two outfits to her in detail, and once I’m done she says, “From the sounds of it, I’d go with the first one.”
“Awesome! Thank you!”
“No problem! Make sure you call me later. Promise?” Kalel laughs.
“Absolutely! So, are you and Anthony doing anything?”
“I don’t know yet, actually. Maybe.”
“I bet he’ll surprise you like Ian did to me. Those boys think alike,” I chuckle.
“Hah, you’re right,” Kalel laughs back.
“Alright, I gotta go change. Ian will be here soon. Bye!”
“Bye!” I close my phone and change into my outfit. I’m glad Kalel and I decided on this one. It’s cute and pretty, but also casual and fun. I put on a little makeup and brush out my hair so it lies perfectly. I hear the knock on the door just as I’m taking one last look in the mirror. Ian’s here, with perfect timing.
I practically sprint downstairs and throw open the door. Ian’s, of course, at the doorstep, looking even more adorable than normal with his nice shirt and signature smile.
“Ready to go?” Ian says.
I nod my head enthusiastically. “Mom, I’m leaving!” I yell towards the direction of the living room.
“Bye honey, be home by eleven!” she replies, and I shut the front door as soon as I hear her reply.
“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask as Ian opens the car door for me.
“Nope,” Ian says nonchalantly.
“Oh, come on! I’ve been waiting since school got out!” I plead.
“Oh, alright,” Ian relents. “How does a moonlit picnic by the lake sound?”
“You are too incredible,” I say with a huge, cheesy smile. I have a feeling that smile will be present all night. Ian never struck me as the romantic type, which makes this even sweeter.
He drives to the lake, which only takes about thirty minutes. Once we get there, we grab some blankets and the picnic basket from the trunk and find a spot. The sun is just beginning to set over the horizon when I spread out the blanket and we sit.
“For you, my dear, the finest of gourmet pizza,” Ian says in an exaggerated Italian chef kind of accent. I crack up as he pulls a pizza box out of the basket.
“Only you,” I say through my giggles.
“Yeah, well I wasn’t going to make you suffer through my cooking,” Ian jokes as he pulls two cans of Mountain Dew from the basket.
“Aw, it can’t be that bad.”
“You’re right, but only if you’d rather have a dinner of cereal and sandwiches,” Ian replies, and we both laugh.
“So, Mister Gourmet Sandwich Maker, what’s your favorite sandwich?” I ask as I bite into a delicious slice of pizza.
“Probably a Club. Well, anything with bacon I guess. You?”
“You know, I’ve never actually had PB&J.” 
“What?!” I gawk at Ian in disbelief. What sixteen year old has never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?! Ian just shrugs and laughs again. “Well, I’m making one for you sometime, you deprived child.”
“Alright then,” Ian says, now cracking up laughing.
For the net hour or so, we sit and eat, talking about a variety of random topics. The next time I look up, the sky is pitch black, revealing millions of glittering stars.
“Wow, look at the stars,” Ian says, lying down on his back to look up at them.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stars at once,” I whisper as I snuggle up next to Ian and throw a blanket over us both. I place my head on his chest and he wraps an arm around me.
“Same here. It’s kinda nice to get away from the city so they can actually be seen. You can never see any in the city.”
A comfortable silence commences as we gaze up at the stars. For a few minutes, all I hear is Ian’s heartbeat and the occasional bug chirping. I begin to make out some constellations, like the Big and Little Dipper, the Three Sisters, and Orion. Everything is so clear that it looks like a painting.
“I remember your first day at our school,” Ian whispers thoughtfully after a few minutes.
“Oh, I was an absolute nervous wreck!” I say as I reminisce about that day. I was so nervous that I could barely look anyone in the eye, much less talk to them. “Good thing I had that cute boy to show me around.”
“That’s weird, because I remember Mr. Linsey making me show a pretty girl around school that day.”
“Must have been some weirdo,” I kid. “The kid that showed me around sure was.”
Ian playfully bats my arm. “It’s weird to think that we probably wouldn’t be here if Linsey hadn’t told me to show you the school.”
“Yeah…and to think we’ve been dating for a little over three weeks.”
“It seems longer. It could have been longer if we would have had the courage to tell each other how we feel,” Ian chuckles.
“You’re right,” I laugh. After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, I prop myself onto my elbows so I can look Ian in the eyes (his perfectly blue, lovely eyes). “Thank you for tonight. I think this is one of the best presents I’ve ever been given.”
“Glad you liked it,” Ian smiles. His smile is so cute that it almost makes me melt.
“You know what, Mr. Hecox? You’re pretty amazing,” I say.
“And why is that, Miss Moat?”
“Because you’re you,” I say with the forever-reoccurring cheesy grin. I lean forward a few inches and softly touch my lips to Ian’s. He kisses me back softly.
I close my eyes and lean into his embrace, wanting to live in this moment forever. I am so lucky to have him.
February 14th, 2004
I awake to the sound of my phone vibrating on my dresser early on Saturday morning. I blindly grope for it with my head still buried in my pillow, not wanting to look up at the bright light entering my room.
“Hello?” I say groggily, wincing as my eyes finally adjust to the sunshine.
“Hey Kalel! Happy Valentine’s Day,” the voice at the other end of the line says.
“Anthony?” I say, confused because I didn’t bother to check the caller ID.
“The one and only,” he replies sarcastically.
I laugh as I gradually become more awake. “Why are you calling so early? Not that I’m upset you did, just curious.”
“It’s one o’ clock babe, not that early.”
I look at my clock and realize he’s right. It sure doesn’t feel like the afternoon. “I guess I shouldn’t have up until four AM to read.”
“Well, Sleeping Beauty, would you like to go out for the day?”
“That sounds great. When?” I say, suddenly really excited.
“Pick you up in two hours?”
“That sounds awesome!”
“Alright, see you then.”
“Bye,” I reply. Once my phone is shut, I let out an excited squeal. It’s funny how Melanie bet Anthony would surprise me too. She was right! Gosh, he is too sweet. I bound out of bed and into the shower, excited to start what I expect to be a fantastic day.
“Hey Anthony,” I as I open the front door and attempt to keep my smile from getting inappropriately big and stupid-looking.
“Hey…wow, you look beautiful,” he replies, his eyes quickly flicking up and down and eventually ending up at my eyes. Oh my gosh, his eyes, his beautiful chocolate eyes…
“Thank you,” I say when I snap out of my momentary trance. I thought Anthony was adorable when he surprise-called me this morning, but now this! This is just getting ridiculous, I think to myself with a laugh.
“Ready?” Anthony says with a smile, and I nod and walk to his car. We get in and he starts driving.
“So, where are we off to?”
“Wherever you wanna go. I was thinking we could walk around Downtown, ‘cause there’s tons of things to do there. We could go wherever you want to though, I’m not picky.”
“Downtown sounds awesome! I don’t think I’ve ever been down there much.”
Twenty minutes later, we get out of Anthony’s car and begin our trek through Downtown Sacramento. “Where should we go, m’lady?” Anthony says in an exaggerated English accent. He interlocks his fingers in mine, causing a shiver to go up my spine.
“You’re the one that’s been here, not me!”
“Alright, alright. Let’s make it a game. We’ll walk into the third place on the right side of this street.”
“Sounds fair…wait, that’s a skyscraper,” I say once I count the buildings.
“Oh…how about the left side then?” Anthony laughs.
“Ooh, an amateur art museum. Should be interesting,” I comment as we cross the street.
“I love modern art museums. They’re hilarious. Unintentionally hilarious, which is the best kind of hilarious,” Anthony jokes, making me crack up with laughter . We enter the museum, and I am immediately astounded by the appearance of the place. The hallways are a dark, almost reddish wood that contrasts with the snow white walls. Sculptures, paintings, and every kind of artwork imaginable line the walls and floor. As for the artwork, eh, well, it’s modern art. Some of it is absolutely beautiful, but most of it just doesn’t make any sense.
“Hey, remember when we went to the Smithsonian during the trip to DC in eighth grade?” Anthony says suddenly. The memory appears in my brain, and I immediately start laughing.
“Oh my gosh, yes! We had four hours to roam the museums and our group chose the art museum!”
Anthony laughs, which makes me laugh harder. I think his laugh is one of the greatest laughs ever. “Most kids chose the Air and Space museum, or the Natural History museum…you know, the cool ones. But no. We decided to go make fun of the stuff at the art museum!”
“We were like the only kids in that place, weren’t we?”
“Yes! That made it better,” Anthony wipes away a tear of mirth from his eye.
“And now we’re doing the same thing, huh?” I say. Anthony and I try to control our laughter so we’re not laughing like maniacs in public, but that doesn’t end up too well. Trying to control laughter only makes things funnier.
“What? That’s absurd! I would never walk into a museum to mock the art! You must not be as refined as I!” Anthony jokes with a mock nasally, snooty accent. We manage to laugh even harder, earning some glares from the other people in the museum.
“We’re ridiculous,” I say, shaking my head in amusement. Anthony and I continue to walk around, looking at the various pieces of breathtaking, confusing, beautiful, and just downright strange art. I guess I’ve never been good at looking at the “message” behind weird art, because most of the time it just confuses me.
“Well, you were right. That was unintentionally hilarious,” I say once we leave the museum. “The best part was the death glares people were giving us.”
“Totally,” Anthony smiles. “I liked the painting of the square. Just a square.”
“And the picture of the random fish.”
“Glubby?!” I laugh.
“Yeah, that should be his name!” Anthony says.
“Catchy,” I laugh as I swing our joined hands. “The next place we go should be the fourth place to the left of the next street over.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We walk over to the next street, count the buildings, and end up at an ice cream parlor.
“Nice!” Anthony says excitedly. “I’m gonna make you pick all the places we randomly choose if they end up like this!”
We spend the rest of the afternoon walking into random stores and buildings, and usually laughing at the outcome. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much in my entire life. Honestly, we could have gone anywhere and it still would have been fun. I think it’s impossible to go on a date with someone as great as Anthony and not have an incredible time.
“Well, what do you say we go get some dinner? There’s a great place only a block away,” Anthony says, wrapping one arm around my shoulder.
“Sure,” I reply. Anthony leads me to a beautiful Italian restaurant. It’s a brick building with ivy growing up one side, and there’s little tiny lanterns hanging from some of the leaves. Once we’re seated, I take in the interior, which is even more amazing. Random little pictures and trinkets cover the walls of the restaurant, which are painted a golden yellow that appears to glow in the dim romantic lighting.
“This place is beautiful! I can’t believe I’ve never been here,” I gush.
“Wait until you taste the food. Best pizza ever!”
“Wow, that’s saying something considering the amount of pizza you eat,” I joke, and Anthony laughs and nods in agreement.
Once our food comes, I realize just how right he is. I ordered chicken parmesan, and I think it’s the best I’ve ever eaten. Sometime during dinner, we begin playing the “Alphabet Game,” where you have to answer a question that corresponds with a letter .
“Alright, next is C…how about color? Even though I think I already know your answer,” Anthony says.
“Yours in black, right?”
“Correct, and yours is green?”
“Also correct!” I smile. “Alright, D. Hmm…what’s the dumbest dare you’ve ever done?”
“In fifth grade, someone dared me to race my bike down a crazy steep hill on the first gear. I went over the handlebars and got a black eye,” Anthony laughs.
“Awww!” I laugh with him.
“Yeah, my mom was not too pleased. What’s yours?”
“I think it would be the time that I prank called a teacher in sixth grade. I was at a sleepover, and we were playing Truth or Dare. Our sixth grade math teacher gave everyone his phone number in case we needed math help, so someone dared me to prank call him. I didn’t know how to make it a restricted number so he knew it was me.”
“Ooooh. Did you get in trouble?”
“Oh, yeah! Three days detention, which was the end of the world for me at that time.”
“I miss how innocent we all were then,” Anthony kids.
“Yeah, and look at us now!” We laugh for about the thousandth time today and exit the beautiful restaurant. It’s dark out now, and the street lights make the city look somehow both eerie and romantic.
“Why don’t we go back to my place? I have my whole basement set up for an epic anime marathon,” Anthony says excitedly.
I look over at him, excitement bubbling up inside of me. “Oh my goodness! Seriously?!”
Anthony nods. “Yep. That is, if you wanna watch anime for hours and hours…” he says jokingly, because he knows that I would watch anime for an entire day if I could.
“That sounds incredible!” I stand on tiptoe and plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Drive fast!” Could this date get any better? And could Anthony get any more perfect?!
Anthony drives back to his house and we walk down to the basement. “Woah, it looks like a theatre down here!” I say, examining the room. “It’s amazing!” A plush couch is sitting in front of a coffee table, and on that coffee table sits a projector facing the wall. There are even tiny white Christmas lights across the ceiling, giving the room a warm and beautiful glow.
“Thanks! I borrowed the projector from our neighbor so we can have a big screen,” Anthony says as he clicks a few things on the computer in the corner.
“I love those lights. It’s so pretty!” I say as I sit down on the couch and pull a fuzzy blanket over myself.
“I thought you’d like those,” Anthony says, clicking one final button on the computer and switching off the lights. “Alright, the marathon begins!” He sits down next to me and pulls me closer to him. I kick my feet up on the couch and snuggle next to him, draping the blanket over us both. The only light is coming from the screen and from the glittering lights on the ceiling.
We watch show after show of our favorite animes. The minutes tick by, and then the hours. I haven’t been on a lot of dates in my lifetime, but this one was by far the best. Anthony’s so sweet. I couldn’t think of anyone better to spend the entire day with.
I must have been thinking about how incredible our date was when I drifted off to sleep, my head on Anthony’s shoulder and his arm wrapped protectively around me.
The final show ends, and I look down and notice that Kalel is sleeping with her head on my shoulder. She looks so beautiful and peaceful that I don’t want to wake her, but it’s almost curfew.
“Kalel,” I whisper, gently shaking her shoulder. “Babe, you fell asleep.”
She stirs and opens her eyes. She looks confused for a second, but smiles when she realizes where she is. “Sorry. What time is it?”
“A quarter to eleven, Sleeping Beauty,” I respond, using the same nickname I gave her earlier this afternoon. “The last show just ended. Want me to drive you home? It’s almost curfew.” I brush a soft lock of hair behind her ear.
“Nope, you’re comfy enough,” Kalel jokes as she slides into my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and lays her head on my chest.
“Glad to be of assistance, Miss Cullen,” I joke, wrapping my arms around her. Kalel giggles, and at that moment it’s like I can’t take it anymore. She’s too beautiful and irresistible.
I lift up her chin with two of my fingers and softly touch my lips to hers. I feel her smile slightly under my lips as she kisses me back. I cup the side of her face with my hand and relish the feeling of her this close to me. I can’t believe my luck. I’m glad I was used by Jen. If that hadn’t happened, would I be here right now with lovely, beautiful, amazing Kalel Cullen?
At first I wasn’t sure of what to do for Valentine’s Day. I knew I wanted to do something for Kalel, but I was clueless as to what. I just followed my instincts, however, and I think she liked our date. I sure know I did. Some people may think that we’re weird for doing something so “romantic” or “grand” for Valentine’s, considering we haven’t been dating that long (only a little over a month). But the truth is, we could have been dating for months now if we weren’t so blind. That goes for Ian and Melanie too, because I’m pretty sure they did something similar for today. It’s funny how dumb the four of us were.
“I love you, Kalel,” I whisper once we break our kiss and I rest my forehead on top of hers. At first I’m surprised by what I say; I had no idea I said it aloud. But as I look down at my incredible girlfriend, I know I don’t want to take the four heavy words back. I don’t regret them. I mean every one of them.
“I love you too, Anthony,” Kalel whispers back with a huge smile, and I know she means every one of them too.
 When Melanie tweeted that I about died of laughter ^_^ Ian is hilarious.
 I don’t mean to bash art museums, because I’ve been to some very nice ones. However, if you’ve ever been to one, you’ll know that most modern art is quite perplexing and weird. I guess I just don’t understand, lol.
 The idea for this lovely game goes to Katie L.! She’s @justaway2live on Twitter. She wrote this game in her story, and I asked her if I could steal it because it’s awesome. Thanks Katie! You guys should totally check out her stories, she’s an incredible writer (it’s smosh fanfiction too!) her stories are here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3571298/justawaytolive
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the overly romantic Valentine’s Day chapter. I’ve never really been into Valentine’s Day (well, that may be because I’ve never had a boyfriend) but this was so much fun to write! ^_^
I think I kinda overdid it with the romantic stuff, but this story is so damn angsty (with lots more angst to come!) so i felt it needed some good old overly-sappy fluff to balance it out
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