What I Like About You

you think about true romance

KANE

So we sort of stayed civil afterwards. We greeted but never really talked the way we did. I don't know, I guess I was just going through a need-some-testosterone phase and I got a little busy with Senior Year drawing to a close. Yearbooks were getting started, student council meetings became so frequent that staying after school became natural for me.

Valentine's were only two weeks away when I started receiving roses.

It was strange. No note, no greeting, just stalker-type roses. But get this, everytime a rose magically gets stuck in the seams of my locker, Peter was there and he would look at me (his locker was across mine). Like goggle at me EVERY time.

Now don't call me "assuming" or anything cause during the first two weeks of anonymous roses I didn't seem to find him suspicious.

This kept on going, one rose every school day for those two weeks before Valentine's. And then the "week" came and it all changed.

Valentines was Friday that week and on Monday the rose that was given was a dark red one and it had a note. That note had the most cheesy punchline ever.

It read, "You've cast a spell on me, Wingardium Love-iosa."

I remember cringing at the spot. It was ughhhhhh. And you know what's frustrating??? Guess who was across me reading the Goblet of Fire? Huh? Huh?

PETER

I have never been a fan of Valentine's. The repetitive vibe that is conspicuously just broken hearts and unrequited love is what we, the nerds, ignore and do not mind. I mean who in the world does double takes for us.

NO ONE! (That is how Derek would have screamed it.)

Freshman year I was particularly satisfied with the reputation I had attained. I was invisible, along with Chen and the others, but then the note came and that started the high school years of Jenny.

Jenny. How could I even begin to describe her? First of all, I really have no idea who she really was at that time. I just decided to name her because it was better than calling her "it".

"It" gave me anonymous notes, apparently that's a thing in Pionneer, every year . It started February 14th of Freshman Year, as I was innocently opening my locker a note not too small fluttered down like a single giant confetti. I remember having a hard time reading what it said because the note was filled with roses. Drawings everywhere. The note was sloppily written in the middle and I quote, "Be my Luke, be my Percy, be my WonWon, be my VALENTINE! Smiley, smiley, smiley, face with extended lips extra red."

*sighs*

Do not get me wrong I am not mad or anything it was just so new to me that those times I felt sort of insecure. I always had to keep a "spy-eye" for anyone that became suspicious.

But "it" did not stop there. Jenny made sure I had notes for the week with Valentines and the week before that. Third year the notes said she'll reveal herself on our last year.

So the inevitable Senior Year I finally did got to know her. Well....

That year I decided to catch her red-handed putting the notes in. Like what I said her notes starts slipping by about a week before the 14th during lunch breaks, so I decided to stay a little bit longer. Funny thing was it was always just me and Kane left alone while the others were making their way to the cafeteria. During those "spy" days I would catch her looking at me.

You see, Jenny's notes always carried a single trademark: roses. They were filled with scribbles and drawings of the flower. Mystery-note-giver seems to be fond of them.