Friday 14th February, aka the most pointless day in the history of days. Valentine’s Day is something I have never understood; surely if you love someone you should be grateful for it every day instead of having one day a year to fritter away your money on stupid cards and ridiculous cuddly toys just to prove to the world that you love your partner. Bullshit.
So mum and Pete had gone out to see some comedy show so were staying overnight in London, Alex had gone out with his girlfriend and the twins were staying with my Nan. Home alone on Valentine’s Day sounds really depressing but I actually couldn’t have been happier.
After work I slipped into my onesie, got out a massive tub of ice cream and slouched on the sofa ready to have my own anti-valentine’s day movie marathon.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Oh for fucks sake.” I muttered, heaving myself off the couch. I was not in the mood for human interaction.
“Hey!”
“Jacob?!”
“Yeah,” he said naturally, as if he hadn’t just turned up at my house on Valentine’s Day when we hadn’t had any contact for over a month, “I realised we never had that drink.”
“No, I guess not.” I agreed, totally baffled as to why he was here.
“I was wandering if you wanted to go tonight?”
“What if I’m busy?” I asked, slightly insulted that he just assumed I would be free on Valentine’s Day. Which I was. Not the point.
“Are you?”
I glanced back towards the sofa, it looked so cosy.
“Well not exactly.”
“So shall we go out?”
“I’m not really in the mood to go anywhere,” I said slowly, deciding that I couldn’t exactly shut the door in his face and return to my ice cream (which would be the ideal situation), “but I had ice cream, cheap wine and a load of shit DVDs, if you want to join me.”
“Sounds perfect.” He smiled.
We watched 5 films, each of them worse than the previous, before I flicked the TV off. I took the empty ice cream pot and the wine back into the kitchen, Jacob stood in the doorway and watched as I cleared away the mess I’d made.
“So,” I said turning around and leaning my back against the counter, “why are you really here?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well you don’t just turn up at someone’s house on valentine’s day, out of the blue.”
“Sometimes you do!” I looked at him, doubting, “ok so maybe I spoke to Jack the other day and he told me about you and Matt.”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry Tia,” he said slowly.
“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault!”
“I know, I just… it must have been hard.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, “but it happened and now it’s over.”
He smiled.
“I should get home,” he spoke quietly, “thanks for tonight though.”
“Anytime,” I smiled, “thanks for making my valentine’s day not pathetically lonely.”
“Hey, what am I here for?” he laughed, “I’ll call you.” He promised.
After he left, I sat down and reflected (as one does in these situations) and I was slightly embarrassed to realise that until tonight I had completely forgotten that Jacob even existed. Awkward.
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Right Place Wrong Time
Teen FictionThis is a story of youth and love. Tia and Matt cross paths in a slightly unorthodox way and things get off to a pretty rocky start, but the two of them are more similar than they know, their pasts both hold pain and anguish, but the bond they build...
