Be My Valentine

The sudden sound of beeping had me jolt right up in bed almost completely regretting it as my eyes were attacked by the bright rays of sunlight beaming from my window. I wince, laying back down and covering my body with my heavy purple blanket. 

Everything was quiet, all I could do was stare at purple and listen to whatever came to me and wait for my mom to walk in my room for school- School, god i'm so late! Ripping the blanket from my body I lunge for my phone and click it on, 9:25 am, it read. 

As fast as I could I throw on the first thing in my closet, a black and white stripped, t-shirt with skinny jeans. After I pull them on I grab a pair of socks and black boots, while trying my best to put on my ten minute face mask and redoing my curly hair from last night. A loud slam making me yelp in surprise. 

"Dude, why didn't you wake me up?!" I groan, finishing my hair and turning to my older twin brother who only had yesterday's jeans on. Every morning I was the one to wake him up since he can never and I mean never wake up to his own alarm. 

"Sorry man, I'm kind of busy here at the moment, go get dressed and eat. Not fruit snacks either!" 

I say, putting my boots on as I yell the last part, he playfully frowns and walks quickly down hallway and swings open his door. Sighing I jog to my desk and grab my done homework, full backpack, and my phone from the charger. With my door open I sprint down the stairs, my brother running behind me as we burst into the kitchen where our parents sat at the table casually sipping coffee and watching the news from the living room. 

"Mom, why didn't you make sure we were awake? Mr. Bonehead's going to kill me!" 

"Yeah come on, we already skipped first and second hour, what gives?" 

She laughed, laughed like this was some funny business, Mr. B really would kill me, with extra homework anyway. 

"Don't worry Kim, your not late and nobody skipped class, as your mother that's not aloud, Keith."  

A glanced at my brother with a questioning look, as he did the same but shrugged throwing his backpack onto the floor and headed towards the fridge. Dad glanced towards me then to the window where not only the sun was bright because of where we lived, and it was always sunny but it was white...a white I hadn't seen in a year, snow. Lots of it, everywhere. 

"Snow day...Snow day baby!" I hollered, the sound of the fridge slamming shut startled me, blinking at Keith who had a cheese stick in his hand with a wide grin as he glanced at the window too. He mumbled something under his breath and grabbed a fruit snack, I rolled my eyes. 

"Yeah, yeah snow day you kids, now go play or something, do something fun while me and your mother sit back and watch Chef Ramsay yell at people." I laughed, we all did. 

I grab myself a cheese stick and summer sausage that I had hid away for myself and blazed my way back up the stairs, pulling out my phone to see one new message from, Michael.

Michael-Wanna grab a bite to eat? 

Kim-For sure! 

Michael-Great, I can pick you up at 12, k? Give you time to do...whatever you do.

Kim-Can't wait, see you!

A sudden feeling starts to fill my chest, making my checks go hot. I set my phone down, walking up to my mirror, glancing at myself. Pulling my stool from the side I plop myself onto it and grab my brush, realizing if I had gone to school looking like this I stick out like a sore thumb. 

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"Honey your friends here!" My mother calls from the stairs, "okay!" I yell back. 

Swiftly I pull on my hoodie and phone, grabbing my wallet as I dash from my room and straight down the stairs, jumping the last three steps. "Well aren't you excited?" A lazy, happy voice comes from behind, attacking my side in a hug. "Keith, stop!" I laugh, hugging him back before running to the door and swinging it open. 

"Hey Kimmy!" I smile, not stopping from my run to reach him-ahh! All my balance leaves sending into the cold snow with a thud. 'Ow' I think mentally, gripping the ground, "h-hey l-let me help," Michael stutters out, holding onto my hand and lifts me up. "Sorry, thanks." He laughs, "didn't see the ice 'ey?"I shake my head. 

As we CAREFULLY walk down the walkway we jump into his silver truck where Green Day blasted from the Cd player, he leans over to turn off, in reaction I grab his hand, "no, I like this song." 

He grins, turning the ignition and slowly pulls out of his spot, driving from my driveway to the open road. The rides quiet as he hums the tone, gripping the steering wheel. I lean back into the seat, relaxing. 

About five minutes later he pulls up into County Ranch, our favorite restaurant and hop out. Michael pulls at my hoodie and fast walks in, a young lady looks up, smiling handing us a pair of menus and beckon us towards the booth. I thank her, heading to the a corner booth. 

"Know what your getting?" Michael asks, scanning the menu, "uh, actually I kind of want to try that shepard's pie, and those new cheese sticks." He nodded, picking at a napkin between his hands. 

"Hi, I'm Mary, what can I get you?" I jump slightly at the person behind me speaking in a kind voice. 

"Heya, we'll get two shepard pies, a basket of cheese sticks and two mint chocolate shakes, hold the cherries." I grin, nodding. "And a water please," I add just as she turned around, she scribbled on her pad of paper, turning around just enough to wink. At. Michael. 

I frown, pulling back the hint of jealously down my throat, stop it Kim it's not like you could have stopped it or anything.

"Hey Kim?" Humming in response of 'yeah?' I glance toward him, eyes draped down to his side, picking the napkin to shreds with his nails. Why did he look so nervous? 

Michael was normally cocky and full of confidence, schooling everybody in math and being the captain of the basketball team so him being nervous, or doing what he was doing was beyond me, except when I challenged him at some video game, I always won. 

Tilting my head slightly I reach for his hand and place it in mine, taking the killed napkin away with my other hand-"Here you go~!" I swear to god, I open my mouth to yell at her, not that it was her fault or anything, but just as I open my mouth she places the shakes quickly and skips away, giggling. 

"Well I-would you-could you-?" He says, mamblinv over his words, I laugh softly, squeezing his hand slightly, he smiles looking at me warmly. He squeezes back, taking his other hand to turn one of the shakes around, a small card latching onto the straw. I look at it a little confused but grip the small card with my free hand and open it, gasping at what it read. 

I know this is kind of out of the blue, and REALLY late by like a week but would you give me the pleasure to be my valentine and go on a date with me? Please? 

A loud, unexpected squeal forms from my throat, the brightest smile I could muster, happiness filling every inch of my being. I grip the bar of the booth and fling my arms around his neck, leaning close to him. 

"I-I'll take that as a yes...?" 

"Yes."