sweet pink confectioneries

I despise Valentine's Day. I hadn't completely hated love. Rephrase. I don't hate love. Valentine's Day was just so blase. Stereotypical and dull , for some people, exhibit A: me. Valentine's day is when the school grounds are covered in different shades of pink decor. Pink. How I detested the colour. Pink is the colour of wounded tissue , fresh scars and chewed-up bubble gum. What more could disgust you than that? On February the fourteenth of my senior year in middle school, the usual arched doorway of the school grounds had been graced with tacky plastic cupids and cherubs - and more hearts. The way I depicted the situation was overly under exaggerated. Pink sashes of ribbons coiled delicately around the pillars of the entrance- which had also been painted a bright coloured fuchsia to match the current festivity . After much time, I grown to ignore the horrifying colour, so I heaved a sigh and muttered a silent curse upon entering the brightly coloured hallway. The tinted black sunglasses I had worn that day did nothing to hide shades of pink horror splattered across the school. With my orange zip up jacket and denim jeans, I looked miserably out of place among the girls that skipped pass me wearing appalling pink ensembles , frilly pink monstrosities while carrying heaps of roses. I spent the first half of the day dodging giggling girls and couples who obviously enjoyed public their display of affection, kissing and cuddling affectionately beneath the stairs and against lockers. I'd packed a few paper bags today if I did throw up - you couldn't be too careful. By the time the school day had ended, I couldn't be more gratified. At least I'd be free of the pink torture- for a moment, but I had to be thankful. I had to return to school at 3 o'clock to perform my extra curricular activities, which isn't terrible at all. Book club after school hours right now felt like paradise, I longed for fictional characters where the hero/heroine saves the day and finds his/ her happily ever after. See, I hadn't completely detested love, quite the opposite actually. Today school had finished unsurprisingly early , according to the headmistress , who was much too curvy and primped, tapped her delicately manicured nails on her desk while announcing into the microphone that school would end early because , according to her words,"I'm sure everyone else, like me, had plans for valentine's day. . ." Ouch. Her words would have plunged through any girl who was insecure or dateless for the evening, but I for one was just happy to hear the sappy love songs that looped over the stereo system being replaced by her torment induced statement. Autumn in New Hamsphire was beautiful- and cold. After moving to New Hamsphire two and a half years ago, its like I developed a second layer of skin for the blistering cold weather hadn't taken much toll on me anymore. The pavement glistened under the golden sun like it always did after a storm. Although it was still cloudy, you could see the silhouette of the sun among the clouds. I watched my step closely, careful not to step in muddy puddles or slip on the glassy pavement that had been drenched by the storm. When I reached the cafe that was within walking distance of the school, my eyes danced across the stretch looking for a familiar face while pacing back and forth. In the far corner of the cafe, Janie sat by the white table set alongside Oliver. She wore a floaty wrap around dress with kitten-heeled mules in white. As she spotted me her lips curled into a smirk; it's her way of saying hello. I guess it was a rather icy comment that had silently conveyed its mesage, my stomach lurched. Oliver noted my expression and stayed silent , I dared him to go against his girlfriend but no. I dropped my sling bag beneath the chair , careful not to went the contents. I scowled miserably and sank it to my seat while Janie gave me that "what-are-you-doing-with-your-life" look, it was equivalent to sympathy for my pathetic state. Janie was my best friend, however, I was girl next door and Janie was . . . Janie. She was optimistic a bit too peppy Janie. We were miles apart. I guess that was the force of attraction, weird. She placed a hand on my shoulder for reassurance, it annoyed me; I need not reassurance now of all times. I flicked her hand of my shoulder . She retorted, "It's not my fault your dateless again." "It's also not my fault you hate boys..." she continued and she wrinkled her slightly pert nose. "I do not hate boys, it's just that non of the are worthy or unique enough." I stated my point matter of factly. Oliver stood to speak but then he must have reconsidered his action and sat down quietly muttering something about women. Janie shook her head in dismay but she knowing her all this way, I knew she would agree. I cocked my head slightly and faced Oliver, "How are you guys spending your Valentine's Day?" I was disinterested but I had to try to at least sound enthusiastic, for the sake of my best friends. "Thanks for the false interest, I know your trying. . ." said Oliver, "well, if you would really like to know, I'm taking her to a movie then a candle lit dinner." He looked triumphant but what ran through my mind was quite the opposite in fact, tacky and unoriginal. He looked at my skeptical expression and smirked. Janie turned to stare at him as well , she looked defeated. She said at last, "Point quite taken." I turned to the table that was full of sweets and yummy confectioneries, I was famished. The only problem is , all the tables had the same tacky pink desserts, they looked dull so I had refused to consume them. Janie lifted a pink coloured muffin and ran her finger along the embellishment of icing , she scooped a dollop of icing of the muffin with her index finger and licked it off. Oliver look as if his mouth was watering at her sensual motion, he licked his lips. Oliver pulled Janie closer and kissed away the pink icing left on her lips , indulging themselves in a lustful kiss. I dropped the teaspoon on the floor as an excuse to get away ; so i hid under the table. Sexy huh? It's Valentine's day, I'm dateless and I'm totally hardcore at avoiding disgusting couples. I couldn't think of a better way to spend the it. At the sound of love, I was actually dreading till I saw Jonathan. Seeing your crush on Valentine's day without any expression of feelings is definitely the sadest case there is yet. As if on queue, my cellphone sprang to life and I saw Jonathan's adorable picture materialise on the face of the screen, I opened the message and in pixelated letters, awaiting your arrival. My heart skipped a beat or two. _____________________________________________________________

Jonathan clicked away on his phone, his eagerness was obvious and he wanted to see Katie now. All he could think about now was what was running through her mind this very instant.
He paced the wet ground nervously, the cloudy gray sky had matched his mood for the day. He'd asked Katie, the cutie leader of the book group, if he could pick the locale for the day. With the cooperation of the other members, they agreed to cancel today's session. Everyone knew of Jonathan's obsession, except Katie, oblivious to the outside world with her and her love literature. His endless plots to get Katie to finally notice him were usually fruitless. Today will be the day I sweep her of her feet, he thought. For a moment he watched the passing gray clouds fade to blue and the head of the sun could be seen, it 'd blinded him for a moment and he relived a distant memory.

The day was particularly sunny , which was weird. The weather in New Hamsphire was usually dreary and cloudy , if you were lucky, you could at least see the faint shadow of the sun lurking among the clouds. He felt the intense heat of the sun beating down on him and he watched the board walk glisten under the sky. Literary Jonathan felt that today would be a good day; he was anxious to begin the day. He made his way over to the school library where he had signed up for a book group. He read the leaflet that a girl, Janie, as he recalls, had handed out to him a few days ago. Janie was a tall girl with a thin frame. Her flawless fair skin brushed against him when he reached over to grab the flyer. She's beautiful, but no spark. He read and reread the lemon coloured piece of paper, there wasn't much written on it but he had a good feeling about it. In printed writing , it'd only stated its due date and some other information.

Short on extra curricular activities? This book group will definitely help!
The opening of the book group will be held on the 21st of March at the back of the school's library.
Come as you are! 3 o' clock sharp and don't be late! ( most of the book groups meetings will be held in the cafe "Eclairs") the book group will be hosted by Katie Reynolds.

Katie Reynolds , the name sounded vaguely familiar but then again, what name doesn't sound familiar. He checked his watch, ten minutes to three. The day had came to the opening of the book group. Casually, he walked into the library, it's deserted? He walked and walked , but it seemed to come to no end. Finally he reached. . . an intersection? in a library? Strange. There was only one door left , one of the paths led to the official ending of the library which was out in to the school hall. Second path it is. He noticed something on the ground leading towards the doorway, he moved in close to take a look and it was pink , pink and sticky. Icing? The day just gets more peculiar by the second. He opened the door quietly and slid into the room. Behind him a girl chirped in sing song tune , "welcome!" He remembered her, Janie. He noticed how the room was much too well furnished and tasteful to actually be the library. Several people sat around a coffee table with an array of muffins placed on platters. He counted mentally of the number of people in the room, his eyes landed on her, what's her name? His gaze was transfixed, he couldn't look away ; agape. Her hair curled around her shoulders with evenly cut bangs covering her forehead and her head was buried in a book far from the others. Katie presumably? It was like love at first sight, cupid darted his arrow and landed in the centre of his heart. He walked over to her selflessly. "uhmmm, hey?" was all he managed to conjure up. She looked up from her book , slightly annoyed by who had interrupted her solitude but the flash of irritation had disappeared just as quickly. "Hey," she looked taken aback. There blossomed a feeling of admiration and possibly love.

The memory wasn't much, but the first time he glanced at her, it was like he was struck by lightning. Heels over head in love. That day he learned about how she detested the colour pink as she refused to eat the blush coloured muffin he had handed her. Ever since then , he worked on fostering a close bond towards her. Words of confession replayed in his mind constantly but he was always too shy for his plans to materialize. With various emotions welling up inside him, he tried to occupy his time with other things. He laughed to himself and started unpacking his surprise for the day.
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As the time ticked towards 3 o' clock, I got to my feet and so did Janie and Oliver, I walked in front of Janie and Oliver, I need not see them make cute and utterly repulsive faces at each other while holding hands, I had enough of skirting couples for the day. As we neared the school, I looked behind to see if the couple had stopped indulging in each others presence; all I saw were brittle orange-brown leaves rustling and floating across the board walk. No trace of Oliver and Janie. They were probably hiding in a corner cuddling and giggling themselves. Whatever, I thought. I neared the entrance of the school grounds , gagging at the pink plastic hearts. On the far side of the school, I saw Jonathan flash his adorable grin at me and he mouthed the words, "Happy Valentine's day." Am I dreaming because this couldn't be for real. There was a picnic for two arranged on the grass on such a perfect day where my tender olive skin soaked up the intensity of the sun rays. Jonathan walked over to me , gosh he looks so adorable with his hair tousled, why hadn't I noticed that before? I smiled sheepishly at him and pulls out a bouquet of lilies, that had really surprised me. Then I realised that the picnic he had set up for the both of us was absolutely stunning, breathtaking. Unlike any other, the spread consisted of a light blue array of frosted delights , I turned to him and my lips couldn't resist curling into a smile. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, he pulls out a blue coloured frosted muffin with three wonderful words glazed on the top, I love you. Never had I once in such a long time had I the urge to envelope him in a hug, he pulled me close and I could make out the shape of his lips, closer and closer till I felt his breath warm my face. His lips pressed softly against mine and bliss overwhelms me. "So does this mean you love me back?" he murmured against my lips and to my dismay he pulls away .
I cocked my head with a mischievous smile lingering upon my lips and he arched his eyebrows.
"Naturally."
He smiled and pulled me closer again, I pressed my head against his chest and I could feel his heart thudding. He cupped my face and his lips found its way on to mine, my arms slowly wrap around his neck .
We found a nice shady spot under a tree and we curled together , embracing each other. We kissed affectionately under the crimson red shy till it faded to black. Then we counted the stars under the moonlit sky. Valentine's day wasn't so bad after all and thankfully, it hadn't ended with sweet pink confectioneries.

the end.
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okay i know this one was kinda draggy. I'm no good with stories :/ bubu. - MIA