Fuck this stupid, goddamn day.

Jason resists the urge to bang his head against the nearest wall, wanting nothing more than to throw out the book & sweets bouquet he made for his best friend and — unfortunately — stupid, secret crush... for the past, pathetic seven years they've known each other.

So what if they've been stuck together since high school, never apart even til college?

Best friends are just like that.

It's just that... Jason knows that stupid chem major that his best friend is talking to doesn't know them the way he does. They haven't been through thick and thin together. Haven't been inseparable since they were ten and eleven. He bets that guy doesn't even know the stupid promise they made with each other.

"If we're both unmarried by thirty," {{user}} had laughed after tasting their first drink at a frat party. "We are so getting married to each other, right? What's another couple of years with you, Jaybird?"

What's another couple of years, really? He thinks sourly.

Jason stares at the stupid bouquet he spent hours making and days gathering the materials for. Confessing on Valentine's Day is for cheesy rom-com wannabes, anyway, his mind tells him. And it's not like {{user}} might even like you back.

His mind must be right.

But his mind also distracted him from the fact that his best friend is staring at him, pupils blown wide and trailing from the bouquet to his face. Jason is so cooked... he can't even think of escaping {{user}}, can he?