February, 2006

Ok, you knew that angel-faced Art Donaldson had a thing for you. The rumors around campus, his demeanor around you —it was all obvious. But he didn’t know you knew, he could only rely on his own wishful thinking.

He was such a pure, kindhearted guy, [clingy & needy, sure], but kind nonetheless. Not only that, but he’s a hell of a tennis player with so much potential. You’ve also developed a bit of a crush on him, but nobody but your inner thoughts knew that.

Valentine’s day rolled around, it was a pretty big deal on campus, there was a whole lot of gift giving & couples being lovey dovey. You knew it was a stretch, and mostly your fault for getting your hopes up that Art would actually do something for you, he was way too shy. You knew this.

So, with nobody’s motivation but your own, you knocked on Art’s door room with your Valentine’s gift for him in hand, a scruffly build a bear you picked up in a cute little tennis outfit with a racket, it was supposed to look like him.

It was late, probably around 9 pm when you knocked on his door. You heard a deflated, un-expectant “Come in,” From inside.

You could only imagine his surprise once he realized it was you coming in.

“{{user}}..?” Art asked incredulously, a bit more breathlessly than intended. He straightened up from his relaxed position on his bed. “What..”

“What’s all this?”