Chapter Fifteen| The Misfortune In Anti-Valentine's Day

                                    

                                          
Chapter 15| The misfortune in Anti-Valentine’s day 
                          
“Oh, it’s that time of year again!” Valentina sang, dancing around my apartment.
                          
“Christmas?” I ask
                          
“No! Valentine’s Day! It’s the most wonderful, beautiful time of the year!” She sings again, twirling around the room and we groan at her when she trips the wire on the controllers.
                          
“Damn it Valentina!” Alec growls at her and we throw down the controllers, standing up.
                          
“Ugh, Valentine’s Day. Love, couples, hand holding… it makes me sick,” I groan, throwing myself back on the couch and throwing my feet on Alec’s lap. He pushes them off, I place them back up and he throws them back off again. We continue to play this game until Val crashes into the TV stand. I get up, throwing a pack of peas from the freezer at her and she places it on her ankle.
                          
“At least Victoria’s Secret has a great sale,” Val reasons and I shrug.
                          
“It’s not even worth the trip to the mall, all the lovesick cheesy couples… I’d rather just not go.”
                          
“You’re just sad that you’re lonely for yet another day of love!” She ends her sentence in a high pitched squeal.
                          
“Please, Valentine’s Day was created by Hallmark to save the men that forgot birthdays and anniversaries,” Alec sticks up for me and I smile.
                          
“Exactly, it’s all commercial,” I high five him and throw him a Coke, since I started buying them and found I have an acquired taste for them.
                          
“We should a protest against Valentine’s Day!” Alec declares and I nod.
                          
“Do the exact opposite of what someone does on Valentine’s Day in protest,” I add and he grins.
                          
“So what do people usually do on Valentine’s Day?” Alec asks and I furrow my eyebrows.
                          
“I…don’t know.”
                          
“What?” Alec say
                          
“Well, you don’t know either!” I point accusingly and he thinks and then shrugs.
                          
“Where do we find out what people do on Valentine’s Day?” He asks and Valentina bangs her head against the fridge. We look at her quizzing.
                          
“I’m hoping if I hit my head hard enough, I’ll go blind and be unable to see this much stupid.” She explains and we roll our eyes.
                          
“To Tumblr!” I declare loudly, marching over to my laptop.
                          
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“Happy Valentine’s day!” I open my door to find Alec thrusting half dead dandelions in my face. I jump back, but it’s too late, the wheezing and coughing begins.
                          
“Holy shit! That was supposed to be anti-romantic, not kill you!” he says, running to my kitchen drawer and pulling out a spare inhaler. He hands it to me and I pump it, feeling my lungs clear up immediately. He hands me some water and I gasp for air.
                          
“I-I’m al-allergic to dandelions, I thought you knew,” I wheeze and he scoffs.
                          
“Obviously not, I wouldn’t have tried to kill you!” He exclaims, opening the balcony and throwing them out.
                          
“If t-the opportunity arises,” I mutter, sitting on the couch.
                          
“I guess, so I brought supplies for our protest,” he says, holding up a grocery bag and I smile.
                          
“You realize our protest is just a reason for us to sit around and eat candy and watch movies?” I say and he nods.
                          
“When the opportunity arises,” he repeats my words and sits next to me.