Writing prompt answers

Don't Fuck With People On Valentine's Day

Something I just thought of randomly, even though it's October and nowhere near February. Hope you enjoy.

"I'm not going to defend you." 

"Why? My tires just got slashed! Don't you think that's overreacting a little bit?" 

"Not at all. I'm surprised you're even alive right now." They leaned back into the worn leather chair I had in the back corner of my living room, the definition of calm. How were they so okay with this?

"Come on, you're my best friend, you're supposed to be on my side!" They straightened out, and their elbows came to rest on their thighs. They looked at me like I was stupid. 

"I usually am on your side, and I am your best friend. But this is going too far. It's your fault your tires got slashed, and that your windshield is broken." I was pacing in front of them, trying to figure out how what I did was so wrong.

"How!" They stood up, annoyance smothering any calmness that had been left from before.

"You broke up with her on Valentine's day!" They moved to me in long, menacing steps, and came to stand right in front of me. I could feel their hot breath on my face. "And not only did you break up with her on Valentine's day, but you broke up with her on Valentine's day over the phone!" They pushed past me roughly and took my phone off the kitchen table, entering my password and going straight to my contacts list. They looked at me, eyes stonecold. "I'm deleting her number, and driving to her house to comfort her. Because her ex-boyfriend is an asshole."

They deleted her contact from my phone, then turned to stalk out of the kitchen and out the front door. I stopped them before they could go for good.

"Wait- you're really mad at me for this?" They scoffed and walked the few steps back towards me. They held my jaw so tight it hurt and looked me dead in the eye.

"I know what its like to get dumped on Valentine's day, okay. It sucks. So, yeah I'm mad. Anyone would be lucky to have her, but you obviously don't deserve her any more than a preacher deserves hell. So, I'm going to go make sure she's okay. If I'm lucky she might even forget about you." They let go of my jaw and stormed out of my house. Was it really that bad I broke up with her on Valentine's day? 

I sat on my couch, head in my hands. I thought I was doing her a favor, breaking up with her. She wouldn't have to deal with me anymore. I hadn't felt anything for her for a while now, and I finally got up the courage to break up with her. I guess when I realized it was Valentine's day, I knew I couldn't back down. If I didn't do then, I don't think I ever would've. I didn't think it was a big deal, but I guess Valentine's day is important when you're in a relationship. I really am an asshole, aren't I?

~ (I'd didn't give them names but its switching to the friend's POV)

It took me ten minutes to get to her house. I jogged out of the car and knocked on the door of her house. I couldn't tell you how many times I've been here, how many good memories I have of her and her now ex-boyfriend. The pink carnations and the little wreath she always puts on her door for Christmas. The pictures I have on my phone of when they dressed up as peanut butter and jelly for Halloween. When he got her a four-tiered cake for her 21st birthday, along with more alcohol than she knew what to do with. I thought they were gonna get married. 

She opened the door, and- god, she looked awful. Her wavy blonde hair was up in a very messy bun, and she was dressed in a longsleeved shirt and gray sweatpants. Her eyes were red and irritated, she looked like she had been crying for god knows how long. She looked at me with barely concealed anger, her fists clenched.