POV: Abby
"i like your dress abby!" elise chimes from her desk. abby blushes, "thank you elise. i like your hair clip." abby looks down to her pink heart dress and glances back up across the room. "who are you looking at?" drew whispers. abby whips her head to him, "no one."
drew shrugs and goes back to writing his valentines. stop looking at alex. drews gonna notice... abby thinks to herself as she colors in a few hearts on her last valentine. she walks across the room and puts a valentine in each mailbox. there were no rules to how many valentines you have to do, just at least one. maybe if i give everyone one it won't seem like i just like alex...
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"how's your guys' valentines day been? are you still mourning the STS-107, drew?" clayton asks, reaching to pat drew's shoulder. drew nods and takes clayton's hand, "but my momma says they died doing what they loved. so i should be happy for them. anyways, i got like ten valentines today and most have candy." clayton nods happily.
"how many did you get clayton?" drew asks as the three of them make their way to the shaded tree they love to sit under. clayton opens his side pouch to reveal at least thirty red and pink valentines. "woah! people really like you!" clayton nods sourly, "or they just feel bad for me."
"what about you abby?" clayton asks as he rolls to a stop under the tree. abby pulls her backpack into her lap and dumps out her twenty four valentines. "woah nice!" she forces a smile, "yeah."
drew and clayton look at her with confusion, "what? why are you sad?" abby shakes her head, "im not. i got a lot of valentines," she forces a bigger smile, "how many did you get drew?"
i only wanted one. from one person. but i got one from everyone except for him.
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
