Sasha POV
Ah, Valentine's Day. What a holiday, people sharing their love for each other with chocolatey confections. It truly is beautiful, and I will not be taking part. What, you expect me to participate in some lovey-dovey, corporate marketing scheme, capitalizing on love? Yeah, as if. I walk up to my locker at school, fully prepared for the storm of "Please be my Valentine!" notes. The preparation was not unfounded. I can barely get to my stuff with all of this fluffy, mushy garbage. One note stands out to me, though. It's from Marcy, with black and yellow stripes. "Will you BEE my Valentine, Sash?" is written on it next to a crudely drawn picture of a bee. Cliche, but cute. Normally, I wouldn't care for something like this, but the fact that Marcy wrote it gets a warm smile out of me.
"Hey Sash!", I hear from behind me. I turn around and see Marcy, as bubbly as usual.
"Jesus, don't scare me like that!", I shout back.
"Oh, you know I can't help myself! So, what'cha readin'?", she asks. I panic for a moment, and respond,
"Oh!- It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Marcy sighs, then hits me back with an,
"Alright, well, do you wanna head into class sometime soon? We're gonna be late!"
Yikes, looks like I've been standing around a little bit too long. Guess I gotta bounce.
Marcy POV
It's been like, 3 hours, and Sasha still hasn't acknowledged the note I left in her locker... maybe she didn't see it? Or maybe she did see it, and she doesn't feel the same way, and now she hates me forever. I'll suck it up and ask her about it.
"So... Sash..", I start off.
"What's up, Marcy?" she replies.
"Did you happen to see my little note?" I ask.
"Note?" I panic for a moment.
"Oh! The note! Yeah, I thought it was cute." Crisis averted. I ask one final question,
"So, what do you say?" She responds,
"Sure, I mean, we're basically best friends, why wouldn't I?"
Ouch. That smarts. Maybe she just didn't get the hint, I can always try to be less subtle later! Slight problem though, I am really... how do I say this, bad at flirting? I can get the point across, I suppose, but it will be in the sloppiest way possible. If I'm gonna have a chance, I want to get it right! WikiHow, you will be my new best friend for the time being. Do not lead me astray! We'll try again later today!
Alright, attempt one.
"Hey, Sasha!" And we're off! No turning back now, we just gotta power through this.
"Hey, what's up?", she responds.
"What do you think you'll be doing for Valentine's Day this year?", I ask.
"Probably not much, the entire damn holiday is really just a capitalist ruse to make people buy more chocolate." Perfect. Now's my chance!
"Well, actually, there's a story behind it, and it dates back further than ancient Rome!" So far, so good.
"Really?", she says.
"Yeah! Saint Valentine was a priest, who served during the third century in Rome. Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, so he outlawed marriage for young men. Valentine didn't like this and went all 'I'll do what I want!', still performing marriages for young couples in secret. When Valentine was found out, Claudius had the poor guy killed. Brutal, isn't it?"
I've been talking for too long, haven't I?
"Huh, that's pretty interesting. Never knew that.", is all she responds with.
"Yep, and the best part is, it's all made up!".
"Wait, what?", she asks.
"Yeah, nobody really knows who Saint Valentine was, or if he was even real. All of the stories about him vary, that's just one of 'em! Anyways, do you wanna go out to dinner tonight?", I ask.
"Huh. Well, I would if I could, but I've got plans.", she replies.
"Oh. A-alright! That's alright! Have, uh, have fun then!" I somehow get the words out over the feeling of failure. That's okay, we can always keep on trying!
Sasha POV
What is with Marcy lately? She's been super erratic recently. Come to think of it, even just this past week she's been mega-weird around me. I wonder what her deal is. I'm walking back home when Marcy comes up to me and says,
"Howdy there, Sash!" Strange greeting, but oh well.
"Hi, Marcy.", I respond. It's been a long day, I can't pretend to be enthusiastic.
"Could I- uh, tell you something?", she asks.
"Sure.", I say back.
"I think I might-" The school bus speeds by, loud enough to obstruct what she had just said.
"Sorry, what?" She tries again.
"I said, I think I-" A truck comes along this time, louder than the bus.
"Ugh, I hate this trope!", she cries. "I love you!"
Marcy POV
I said it. I can't believe I said it. What if she doesn't reciprocate it? What if she hates me now? Oh, god, I messed up. She's just standing there, speechless. What do I do? Just stand still, staring at her? I decide to look down to the ground instead and wait until she says something.
"I-", I cut her off before she can get more than a word in,
"I'm sorry, that was super weird! I shouldn't have said that, please don't hate me!", I shout. Sasha chuckles and says,
"Relax, Mar-Mar. It's cool. I kinda... feel the same way?" She blushes a little, but jokes on her, I've been bright red this entire time!
"I- wait, wh-what? R-really?", I say, stumbling over every word. "Uh, yeah, I guess.", she says.
Sasha POV
This is weird. SUPER weird. We're both just kinda standing there, looking at the ground, bright red.
"So.. uh..." Marcy starts.
"Do you wanna... go out with me?"
I have no other option here than to answer with:
"S-sure."
Marcy's face lights up.
Marcy POV
Yes!! I did it! I'm sweating like crazy, but I did it! My efforts have paid off! I still don't entirely believe it happened, in all honesty. But hey, we're dating now! That's pretty cool!
Sasha POV
Well, that sure happened. I still haven't fully processed it, but I guess that means we're dating now. That's pretty cool.
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Valentine's Day w/ Sasharcy!
RomanceHad a funky lil idea and felt the need to write it. Why not, right?
