Ok I know I promised to update Arrow Cave but I had this vision today while I was resting cause I’m sick and sore as hell and I really wanted to do it. I’ve never had a Valentine and we don’t really celebrate it all that much down here and my parents don’t do anything for the day so whenever I get the chance to write about it, I take that chance, seeing as I probably will never celebrate it #foreveralone
The day had started like any another, I had gotten up ridiculously early to finish the homework I had fallen asleep on last night, followed by singing in the shower and my usual routine of curling my hair and applying a thin layer of makeup. My morning schedule was pretty much the same every single day and there were very few instances that it would change, those instances being my birthday or during the holidays when there was no need to look presentable for whatever reason. So as per usual, I trudged down stairs, still in my pyjamas, and shuffled into the kitchen, giving both parents a peck on the cheek and pouring myself a glass of OJ. “So peeps, what the plan for the night? You lovebirds going out for a nice dinner?” I asked, bringing the cup to my lips, peering over the edge at my amused parents. “Actually we were just going to stay in this time. Spend the night with our favourite daughter,” my mum grinned, squeezing my cheeks affectionately. I swatted her hands away, pushing her back towards the stove where she was no doubt making heart shaped pancakes for me. “I’d like to remind you that I’m your only child, and you really don’t need to worry about me. Dominos always has cheaper pizza’s on Valentines Day and Netflix is bound to be playing some sort of rom-com that’ll keep me satisfied,” I smiled, thinking over my romantic plans for one. “That’s really depressing,” my dad joked, glancing up from the paper he was currently reading. “That is what single people do dad,” I rolled my eyes, taking my pancake filled plate from my mum and waltzing over to the dining table, stopping short. “Which one of you is trying to make me feel better?” “What are you talking about dear?” my mum asked, raising her brows. “There’s a rose on the table,” I placed my plate down, picking the beautiful flower up delicately, turning to face my confused parents. “Neither of us did it. That was there when I came down,” my dad shrugged his shoulders, joining me at the table with his own plate of fluffy goodness. “Oh my, maybe you have a secret admirer!” mum squealed, clapping her hands excitedly like a love sick seal. “How the bloody hell did it get in here?” I raised my brow, suddenly scared for my safety. “It’s probably one of your friends. They know how lonely you get and probably just want to cheer you up,” my dad reasoned, always the smart one of the family. “You’re probably right,” I nodded, placing the rose down next to me, going through a list in my head of who could have got it here without me noticing. “Y’all are such party-poopers,” my mum frowned. She’s always had this idea in my head that one day I’ll be swept up off my feet by the ‘man of my dreams’ and be whisked away to his mansion and live happily ever after. She watches too many Disney movies, as you can probably tell. “Of course we are darling,” my dad simply agreed, not wanting to make my mum upset anymore. God, sometimes their love is too sickening. We sat in silence for the next few moments, the only sound being the radio that was softly playing some sort of love song in the background and the clinking of cutlery on our plates. “Well that was filling, I’m gonna get the ready now,” I smiled, placing my dishes in the sink before rushing upstairs and away my from mums disapproving gaze. I bolted straight in my wardrobe, running around like a goose with its head chopped off, trying to find the perfect outfit. Something that says ‘I’m single and I don’t care’. I finally settled on a deep red crop top with acid wash high waisted shorts, my favourite white hightop converse and a cream cardigan. Once I was dressed and looking presentable, I slung my bag over my shoulder, filled with the essentials (phone, earphones, wallet, books, makeup, food) and skipped out of my room, eager to start the day. Before walking out the door, I made the split decision to grab the rose and take it to school with me, eager to find out which one of my lovey dovey friends have given it to me. “Have a nice day dear,” my mum called from her bedroom, me yelling a “you too” back at her before closing the front door. Seeing as both my parents worked incredible jobs, we could afford to have plenty of nice things. I hated taking advantage of that fact, but when it came to my car, I wouldn’t trade it in for anything. I had started of just driving either one of my parents’ car (with them in it of course), but for my 17th birthday, they had decided that because I was relatively a safe driver, they would get me my own car, and boy did they deliver. They had gotten me a brand new Audi TT Coupé in a gorgeous black with leather interior. This car was my pride and joy and pretty much no one was allowed to drive it, apart from myself (and occasionally my parents). I marvelled at my baby for a few moments before deciding that I didn’t want to be any later to school that necessary, so I made my way to my car, opening my door and preparing to get it, stopping short not a second later. On my drivers seat was yet another red rose, this time with a note attached. I picked it up and slid into my car, opting to read the note in private rather than alert my mum that there was another rose. Scribbled on the small card was ‘take us to school to find the rest’, obviously meaning both of the flowers I had found this morning. I was beginning to wonder who this person was and how they had access to my house AND my car. Shaking off my worry, I placed both roses delicately into my bag before beginning the short yet tedious journey to William Mckinley High. After 10 minutes of loud singing to Beyoncé and several strange looks from parents going to work, I finally arrived at school. I opened the door, checking to make sure I had everything (seriously though, you won’t believe how many times I’ve left like a note or my laptop or my keys or something in the car. It’s honestly ridiculous) before getting out and locking my baby. “Are you sure you don’t wanna give it a smooch?” a teasing voice sounded behind me, making me roll my eyes. “Haha very funny. You should become a comedian,” I teased, lightly shoving Blaine. He simply grinned, linking arms with me and tugging me into school, babbling on about all the romantic plans he had set up for him and Kurt this evening, asking for my input every now and then. “So what about you? What are you plans Ms Single?” he asked, opening his locker and rifling through the mess, searching for god knows what. “Cheap pizza and Netflix,” I answered, laughing at the disapproving glare I received. “It’s not my fault I’m too fabulous for all these guys!” I flicked my hair mockingly, earning a playful shove in return. “You live a depressing life,” a new voice piped up, making me turn around in shock. “Bloody hell, what is with you people and sneaking up on me,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Awww you look so cute like that,” Kurt cooed, placing a kiss on my cheek. I rolled my eyes, linking arms with both of my best friends and pulling them to the office, needing to pick up some new textbooks. “Hi Dorothy, I’m here to get some books,” I smiled sweetly at the older lady sitting behind the desk, mentally cooing at how adorable she was. “Oh yes, there right here. This came in for you as well. I had no idea who it’s from.” she handed me my books and yet another rose, no note like the first. “Thanks,” I yelled, already halfway out the door with the two boyfriends running after me to get an explanation. “Oh my god do you have a secret admirer!” “Who do I need to kill!” “Ok first off it’s not a secret admirer Kurt, I actually thought it was one of you guys, and secondly Blaine, you can’t even kill a spider let alone a human,” I scoffed, placing the third rose safely inside my bag and leaning against my locker, books still in my arms. “Three roses? Wow, someone really likes you,” Kurt gasped, leaning against Blaine for support. “It’s probably just one of the glee kids playing a prank,” I shrugged, twisting the lock to open my locker door. “No one would buy three extremely expensive roses just as a joke,” Blaine pointed out, beginning to fangirl much like his boyfriend. I sighed, opening my door and finding yet another flower tucked inside with a note on my door. Kurt managed to rip it off before I had the chance to grab it, eyes scanning the paper. “OH MY GOD! I can’t! This is too cute!” he squealed, jumping up and down, effectively grabbing the attention of the entire hallway. “What does it say?” I asked, taking the note from his hands and reading it for myself. ‘4 roses. 4 letters.’ “Oh wow,” I whistled, knowing exactly what the note had meant. “We need to start creating a list of who the possible admirers could be. I need to set my honeybun up with somebody,” Kurt continued to babble about the roses, saying something along the lines of ‘its so cute’ and ‘I wonder who it is’ among the gibberish. I simply placed the note and the rose in my bag with the others, picking out the books I needed and walked to class, following the happy couple close behind, lost in my own thoughts.
PC and first class went by quickly with no other random flowers, making me curious as to when the next one would pop up, if there even was another. I was walking to class with Brittany, listening to her go on about how she didn’t need a man and how she made herself happy and all that crap, but I wasn’t really paying attention. We walked into the science rooms, giggling about some failed romantic declaration we had just passed in the hallway, only to stop short. On my chair was a large brown bear, holding a rose in-between its paws. “That’s cute,” Brittany stated, taking the seat next to mine and stroking the bear, murmuring about how soft it was. I blushed, quickly putting the rose in my bag and tucking the bear under my table for the time being, receiving plenty of weird looks. “Who’s it from?” “I have no idea. I’ve been getting roses all day, first at my house and now here. It’s really strange,” I muttered, spotting the card tucked neatly into the bears bow around its neck. I pulled it out, glancing at it subtly, not wanting the teacher to know that I wasn’t paying attention. On it was 5 simply letters, ‘I L Y V M’ and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it stood for. “Miss Y/L/N, is there something you would like to add to the conversation?” my teacher asked, making my snap my head up, shaking it furiously. “No Sir, sorry,” I flushed, tucking the note inside my pocket and away from the sight of any prying eyes. “Pay attention to the less. I would hate to see you in detention,” he glared, turning back around to face the board. I sat in silence for the rest of the lesson, scribbling down note but still thinking about the flowers, going through a mental list of who could be giving them to me. The bell broke my from my thoughts, making me pack up my things and head to my next class, wanting to get there as soon as possible so I could catch Kurt up. I sat down at the back, placing my things on my desk and the bear behind me and waiting for the fashionista to walk in the room, always late. He finally rushed in, taking his seat and looking at me expectantly. “There’s a giant bear behind you,” he pointed out, looking at it with heart eyes. “I know, it was on my seat in science along with another rose and note,” I huffed, avoiding looking at the rest of my curious classmates. “Seriously, this is the cutest thing I have ever seen,” he gushed, making me roll my eyes. “I have no idea who the hell is doing this, but it’s getting really strange,” I whispered, beginning to quieten down since the teacher had arrived. She began her boring lesson on how Shakespeare was one of the most prominent persons in our history, effectively making the entire class fall asleep. I had just begun to doze off before there was a knock on the classroom door, making everyone immediately glance that way. In walked a freshmen, holding something behind his back. “Umm is there a,” he looked at his hand “Y/N Y/L/N in here?” he asked, glancing around nervously. Everyone turned around and looked at me, giving away my location. The boy shuffled forward, handing me the rose and a note before leaving class. Everyone began whispering excitedly, staring at the rose in my hand. “What’s the note say?” someone asked, making me blink. I glanced down, scanning over it quickly before turning a bright red. “Leave Y/N alone everyone,” the teacher came to my aid, making everyone groan and turn around, the only person looking at me being Kurt. I simply handed him the note, placing the 6th rose in my bag. ‘I want to be yours.’ “Whoever this person is, I don’t think they’re playing a joke,” he muttered, sliding it back onto my desk. I nodded, placing it in my folder and continuing on with my work, noticing all the strange looks my classmates were giving me. I attempted to ignore them for the rest of class and tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was quite hard when everyone was whispering about what had just happened. I knew that in a few short minutes, this would be circling around the school and become the latest gossip. The bell rang, signalling the end of English and the start of something much worse… Lunch. I reluctantly packed up my things, trying to delay being in the watchful eye of all the other students as much as I could. “Come on, stop procrastinating. You need to get out there and face the world,” Kurt grinned, handing me the bear and taking my free hand, pulling me out of the classroom and down towards our lockers. Every step we took, I could feel the strange looks I was receiving, some people even making outright comments.
“Why has she got that bear?” “Did you hear what happened in English?” “Who would ever like her?”
I tried to block all of the haters, opting to listen to Kurt’s never ending babble, letting him drag me to my locker. He continued to talk whilst I opened up my locker, stopping when he saw the next rose in there. “I swear to god, how is this person getting into my locker!” I huffed, quickly depositing it in my bag before changing my books around, hoping that nobody saw the 7th flower for the day. “Maybe it’s someone that’s like really close to you and you just haven’t realised,” Kurt hummed, thinking about the possible candidates. “Well whoever it is has a lot to answer for,” I sighed, picking up the bear and walking towards the cafeteria, getting in line with Kurt right behind me. We spoke quietly for the next few moments, voicing our suggestions on who we thought the mystery culprit was before I was finally served. “Can I just get a caesar salad and a water please?” I handed the lunch lady my money, not really paying all that much attention. She got my food for me and handed me my tray, smiling suspiciously. “Oh my god,” Kurt mumbled, making me look at him in confusion. He pointed at the food tray, making me glance down and gasp. There, lying on the tray, was the 8th rose, again with a note. I thanked the lady, rushing off to our usual table, struggling with the combined weight of the teddy, my food and my bag. “So how many is that?” Blaine asked when he saw me, noticing the flower resting on the tray. “It’s the fucking 8th rose. Who the bloody hell is doing this?” I almost screamed, frustration evident in my voice. “I dunno, but whoever it is, obviously likes you enough to spend that much money,” he mused, smiling at the thought. I rolled my eyes, knowing it was pointless to talk to my best friends about this, seeing as they were both love sick fools. “What on earth are you doing with a bear?” a new voice piped up, making me flush. “Y/N has a secret admirer,” another voiced added one, making me groan in embarrassment. “Is that a rose?” someone else asked. “She’s got another 7 in her bag,” Kurt answered, taking his seat next to his smiling boyfriend. “This is ridiculous. If its one of you idiots fess up now,” I huffed, glaring at all my friends sat around me. Brittany was busy playing with the bear, Klaine were holding their hands up in defence, Santana was raising her perfectly plucked brows and Rachel just looked annoyed. “It’s not any of us,” Santana finally spoke, picking up the note attached to the last rose. She scanned it for a moment, chuckling slightly. “Whoever it is really likes you.” She handed it back to me, opting to eat her food rather than contribute to the conversation. I read over the note, smiling slightly. ‘You were 8 when you moved here, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better.’ I put the note in my bag with the others, jointing the conversation at hand and avoiding Kurt’s inquisitive gaze. He can be such a nosy little shit when he wants to be, and I know he wants to find out who this person is even more than I do. But alas, lunch ended and so did my time with my best friends. I threw away the remainder of my food, allowing Brittany to carry my bear to our next class, which happened to be gym. Nothing could possibly go wrong in gym, or so I hoped. We deposited our belongings in the locker room and had gotten change fairly quickly, now sitting on the benches outside. “So what’s it like having a secret admirer?” she asked, beginning to braid my hair. “It’s strange. I mean, it could literally be anyone at this school. It could be Ben for all we know,” I screwed my face up, trying to get that image out of my head. “I think it’s sweet. I would give anything for someone to do that for me…” she sighed, hands faltering in my hair. “I’ll do it for your birthday if you want me to,” I smiled, making her immediately brighten up. She happily chatted for the rest of class, continuously braiding and unbraiding my hair, seemingly content with what she was doing. I let her talk, tuning in and out of the conversation and adding a comment when it was needed. It was only when coach blew her whistle that we stopped. Brit helped me up from the floor, linking her arm with mine and leading me back to the change rooms, talking adamantly. “Y/N?” a timid voice spoke, making me stop walking and look towards the gym doors. Everyone else stopped as well, wanting to see what a freshman would want with a senior like me. “Um, yes?” I asked, slowly walking towards her. She rushed forward, handing me a rose before running out of the building, not wanting to be there any longer than she needed to be. I sighed, stomping off to the gym rooms and tucking it into my bag, slightly annoyed that it happened in front of everyone again but still quite happy considering someone was putting a lot of effort into the gesture. I quickly got dressed, running out of the change rooms with my book bag smacking against my leg and the bear tucked under my arm, trying to get away from the, once again, strange looks I was receiving. I stood in front of Blaine’s class, anxiously tapping my foot. He finally emerged, laughing at something some student had said before I roughly pulled him away, running towards the glee rooms in hope of some privacy. “Woah what the hell?” he squeaked, narrowly missing bashing into a sophomore. “9. There’s been 9 mother fucking rose and I still don’t know who it is!” I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Ok, ok calm down. I know how annoying this must be. But just think, at the end of the day this person will probably appear and sweep you away on a romantic date and that’ll be the end of the mystery,” he soothed, pulling me in for hug. I huffed, groaning into his shoulder in annoyance. “Come on let’s get to practice. You know Mr Schue will kill us if were late again.” And with that we were off, fast walking to the music room. We burst into the room, giggling like teenager girls until we noticed the silence. “Uh, sorry we’re late?” I tried, hoping that someone would speak. Kurt looked at me nervously, glancing down at the seat of my chair next to him. “I swear to Jesus, if that’s another rose I’ll kill someone.” Everyone immediately shuffled away, revealing that there was indeed a single red rose sat on my chair, this one with a note. I breathed deeply, walking over to it and picking it up, sitting down in the spot it was previously in. “This is insanity,” Rachel finally spoke, breaking the awkward tension in the room. “You’re telling me,” I mumbled, reading over the note. ‘You must be going crazy right about now.’ “Does anyone know who it is?” Mercedes piped up, eyes flickering between my face and the flower in my lap. I shrugged, not having any idea as to who it could be. “Alright, enough of this flower talk,” Mr Schue cut in, making everyone turn to the front. The time went by fast and soon enough it was time for the last period of the day; soccer practice. A lot of people just did normal academic class but for those wanting to possibly get a sport scholarship, we were allowed to do a sport during last period, and I had chosen soccer, seeing as it was a long time hobby of mine. I knew that nothing could go wrong during this lesson, so I set about getting changed into my uniform and started doing laps, opting to spend most of the time running rather than dicking around like everyone else seemed to do.
*~ skip to the end of practice because I’m lazy and this is already long enough ~*
I let out a puff of air, finally getting my breathing under control. I had spent pretty much the entire lesson running around the field, content to listen to my music and jog. I wiped my forehead with a towel, beginning to gather up my things to go and have a shower. It was then that I saw it. The 11th rose, tucked safely into my sports bag, no note this time. I rolled my eyes, rushing to put it with the rest of the flowers before stripping off and showering, softly singing to pass the time. Once I was free of sweat, I turned the shower off, drying myself off and changing back into my regular clothes, shoving the sweaty ones into my locker. I’ll come back tomorrow and take them home to wash but for now, I had way too many things to worry about. I gathered up my bag full of roses and the teddy bear and headed out, eager to get home and sleep. I waited outside Klaine’s class until the bell went, lightly tapping my foot against the wall to pass time. The ear piercing bell finally sounded, signalling the end of the school day and the end of my misery. I avoided the rush of the students, waiting patiently for my favourite couple to emerge from their class. When they finally did, they were smiling brightly, linking arms with me and happily skipping towards the front doors. “What’s got you two in a good mood?” I asked, immediately regretting asking. “Well schools over and now we get to properly celebrate,” Blaine sighed, making heart eyes at his equally excited boyfriend. I screwed my face up, knowing exactly what they meant by ‘celebrate’. “TMI,” I muttered, hearing them both laugh in response. They pushed open the doors, following the crowd of students that were just as excited to leave. It was then that I saw him, smiling cutely at top of the steps, coffee in one hand and the final rose in his other, holding it out for me to take.
“Bloody hell I totally knew it was him!” “You owe me 20 bucks!” “Why didn’t we think of him?”
I barely heard my friends commenting things behind me, already halfway towards the grinning boy. “Hey,” he whispered, handing me the flower, chuckling slightly at the bear tucked underneath my arm. “After all this, all you have to say is hey?” I raised my brow, looking up at the smug looking boy. He shrugged, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I see you got my gifts,” he gestured to the bear, making me scoff slightly. “You were driving me mad. I couldn’t figure out who it was,” I shook my head, looking down at my converse clad feet. “Are you happy it was me?” he asked nervously, biting his lower lip. I stared at him for a moment, my lips beginning to turn up into a smile. “I couldn’t think of a better person,” I finally said, throwing my arms around his middle, not being tall enough to reach anywhere else. He let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around me and holding me for a moment, warmth making me smile even wider. “Thank you Sebastian. You’ve truly made this the best day ever.”
That’s all thanks to you guys for supporting me for so long and being cool people in general!! I’ve gotta share the love for all those that have stuck by me through my months-long hiatuses and all my complaining and ranting about Sid, so here’s to you guys! I don’t where I would be, and I don’t know how I would’ve coped without this wonderfully safe haven that I have here on Sid’s blog. My dash is full of inspiring writers and the nicest people I’ve met in my life, and I am honestly!!! so glad!!! to be here with everyone!!!
You inspire me every day to be a better writer, a better friend, and a better person!! I appreciate every one of you and I hope that maybe?? maybe, this will brighten up your day a lil!! I mean look @ those Siddos. They’re so cute they’re so fluffy, imagine them all of ‘em sliding on you and just being warm and fuzzy, like how GREAT IS THAT? I love Sid and I’m glad you guys love him too!!!!!
Anyway, under the cut will be..as usual, me being sentimental and gushy about some people that I really really really love in my life!! And tbh I hope they stay in my life as well, but EVERYONE !! I HOPE EVERYONE INTERACTS W/ ME AND BECOMES MY FRIEND!! I want everyone to feel loved and welcomed, especially if you’re interacting with me!! So!!
Does anyone else get that romantic feel when you see a cute person and they aren’t even necessarily the most attractive person ever but get a little urge to smooch them and the more you look at them the more you wanna smooch them?