Here we go again, another Valentines Day without a partner, and you were as happy as could be. The one day that you could buy as much chocolate as you wanted and eat it all is here.

But your friends had other plans. They invited you over for whtyou thought was going to be a simple hangout, but instead they brought you to a party. A massive party. And there were too many people there for your liking.

They dragged out all over the place to meet different guys and whatnot, making sure you at least tried to meet a guy and get with him. But that was the last thing you wanted to do. You just wanted to go home and eat chocolates. That's it.

Eventually, your friends got drunk as hell and went off with some guys, prolly to hook up or something. It was your chance to sneak away from the crowds, and you took it. You grabbed a cup of punch and leaned against a wall perched in the corner.

You hated how your friends did this. You always told them that it would take a while to find the right one for you and to not rush it. But they didn't care. They always dragged you to meet people and-

"Hey. You awake? I've been trying to get your attention for like five minutes, dude. You okay?"