Love is in the air
Will You Be My Valentine?
During recess,
Ashley, the new girl in school with curly auburn hair and sparkling hazel eyes,
sat alone on a wooden bench in the corner of the playground, deeply engrossed
in her book. The playground was alive with the laughter and shouts of children.
Brian and Scott stood near the bench, concealed by the wide trunk of a tree.
Brian, a lanky fourteen-year-old boy nervously fingered a Valentine's Day card. "I want to give it to her, but..." his voice wavered, uncertainty hanging in the air like a fragile thread.
"Save yourself the embarrassment," Scott, his confident classmate with tousled blond hair and a nervous glint in his eyes, exclaimed. "Nathan said he gave her a card, but she's just... She's so stuck-up. Look!" he pointed at the bench. "Nathan wasn't the only one giving her a card. There's stack of cards on the bench and she didn't even open."
His words hung
in the cool breeze, leaving Brian puzzled. "What?" he asked, his
voice tinged with surprise as his eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "She
seems to be nice."
"Nathan
said she just gave him a cold stare that made him feel pathetic," came the
reply, each word painting a vivid picture of the icy exchange.
“Nathan is a
brute,” Brian said. “Maybe he was rude to her.”
“Maybe,” Scott
shrugged, looking down at his shoes and kicking a small rock. "This whole
Valentine thing is so stupid, anyway."
"Yeah,"
Brian signed, stealing a glance at Ashley. He had a soft spot for her, a fondness
that had grown over the weeks since he first saw her, but now his courage
seemed to seep away.
"I'm gonna
go to the gym. You coming?" Scott asked.
"Nah, I'll
be at the library until next class."
Scott walked
toward the entrance and disappeared through the glass door. Feeling deflated,
Brian stood there for a minute and started walking too, though he couldn't
resist stealing furtive glances back at Ashley who was still sitting on the
bench, reading her book.
Should I? But what if she… but if I didn’t, I may never know. And I like her… a lot. Brian thought, trying to decide what to do. "Don't be a coward! You can do this!" he encouraged himself whispering under his breath. He started walking and every step as he approached the bench on legs that felt like jelly. His heart thudded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. "Hi Ashley," he managed to say, extending a carefully chosen Valentine's card with a trembling hand. "Will you..." his mutating voice cracked. Blushing, he cleared his throat and blurted, "Will you be my Valentine?"
Ashley glanced
up from the pages of her book, her face lighting up with a warm, inviting smile
that seemed to chase away the winter chill. "Happy Valentine's Day,
Brian," she replied, her voice as gentle as the soft breeze. She closed
her book with a gentle thud and gestured to the spot beside her on the
bench, patting it lightly. "Would you like to sit with me?"
As Brian clumsily sat down, the stack of Valentine's cards scattered on the ground. The top one fell open and Brian's lips curled into a smirk. Valentine's is stupid, huh? He thought, reading Scott's name next to a hand-drawn red heart inside the card.
Happy Valentine's Day! Best wishes to you all!
ReplyDeleteA touching scene of young love - comment by Dawn
ReplyDeleteMy past Valentine's have been a lot like Scott's! LOL. Enjoyed the tale, Erika.
ReplyDeleteAt age fourteen all of us were awkward and clumsy :) But love conquers all when we find our true Valentine!
DeleteVery true!
DeleteI think the romantic in you is showing Erika.
ReplyDeleteI confess, I was that "Ashley" at age fourteen, and I've found my true Valentine :)
DeleteThat’s lovely!
DeleteA romantic short story between too adolescents. Cute! I loved it!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet story that inspires all ages.
ReplyDeleteNothing like the awkwardness of teenage love!
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