Stormy's song

re: my ex-girlfriend.

Write a chapter in which a character spends Valentines Day alone.

She refused to celebrate Valentine's Day on the 14th. Apparently it the ancient Roman's celebrated it on the 15th, but then the Pope, Pope Gelatin, as Stormy called him every time retold the story, changed it to the 14th, for reasons that Stormy couldn't remember and didn't care enough to pay attention to even though she brought it up every time someone mentioned Valentine's Day.

It made sense then, that she'd break up with Stormy only three days before Valentine's Day. With her aversion to Valentine's day, and her lack of social awareness rounding out the top three least socially aware on this entire planet, after Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds and Temperance Brennan from Bones, it seemed almost perfectly logical that her ex, god it hurt to say that, girlfriend would break up with her right before the most annoying holiday on the planet, no, in this universe, if you were a single person.

But just because it made sense didn't mean she wasn't angry about it. No, she was angry. She was fuming. She was ... well... she didn't have another word to express her emotions, but English never really was her strong subject.

And, it showed.

It showed in the video that she'd finally posted to her YouTube channel after spending just about every free moment of time that she could mentally, and physically working on choreography to the angry song. It was fast, and she could feel the beat thumping away in her bones, but that was exactly what she needed to just dance and even if for a second, forget that her emotions existed.

The video got the most views of any video she'd ever posted, which didn't mean much seeing as she had just hit 200 subscribers the same day that she'd gotten dumped, but it was something. She was in the midst of checking the comments on the video, a few hours later when her grandmother barged into the room... without knocking.

"Ay dios mio, 'Litta," she jumped when the door opened. Automatically knowing who was at the door. "Don't you knock?"

"Don't you ever go outside?" Her grandmother asked. She spoke Spanish to her, like always, and ignored the fact that Stormy had switched to English. She always did. She had that thing about forgetting her roots if she wasn't speaking Spanish in the home or something. To Stormy it was just another annoyance she had to deal with when filling out forms as if she didn't have enough of those already without having to check the box for speaking a language other than English in the home.

"I went to the studio earlier." Stormy said. Her tone changed triumphantly, as if she had just outsmarted her dear old grandmother.

"You left the house dressed like that?" She stared down at Stormy who was currently spread out on the bed with her back propped up on one of the too many pillows that she owned and insisted on having on her bed despite the fact that they would repeatedly fall out of her bed at night.

She rolled her eyes again but didn't comment. She didn't think that she had the words to repeat herself again to explain to her grandmother that there was nothing trashy about crop tops. "You're always at the studio recently. Why don't you go out and do something fun for Valentine's Day?" her grandmother asked when she realized that Stormy wasn't going to answer her question.