I literally wrote this in ten minutes. Basically, a pointless little one-shot about Valentine's Day, that has no real plot. But it was fun to write!

"Valentine's Day? Pfft. Valentine's day is a day for saps when people flit around, saying I love you, and giving each other flowers and kisses and chocolates. Valentine's Day? It's stupid," Ian said, rolling his eyes.

I gaped. "Valentine's Day is not stupid!"

"Oh, really?" Ian's eyes glittered. "Than what is Valentine's Day, Amy?"

I thought for a moment. "Valentine's Day is the one day a year when it's okay to be in love with whomever you choose. You can tell them without much worry. And it's oh-so romantic! The pink and red bunches of roses, the sweet chocolates, and sugary kisses. And it's a time where you and your love can be in love without being scoffed at for kissing or holding hands in public. And if you don't have a girl or boy friend, it's a day for you and your friends to exchange valentines and giggle at your other lovestruck friends and family. Valentine's Day is a day to be yourself with people you love."

Ian nodded thoughtfully. "And what about cupid?"

I waved my hand. "Cupid? Cupid is just another name for fate, in my opinion. His arrow strikes your heart, and makes you realize you're in love. And sometimes, you realize you're in love with the least likely person."

Again, Ian nodded. "Have you ever, in a matter of speaking, been shot by cupid's arrow?"he asked, miming shooting a bow and arrow.

"I thought that I had, but it didn't work out. Why did you ask?" I said.

Ian smiled. "So, how do you actually know that you genuinely have, and it's not just your imagination?"

"Very good question," I told him, contemplating. "I guess it would be when they're all you can think about, even if you don't mean or try to. When you see them, your heart starts thumping like crazy, and your throat closes up. Their being around makes you feel happy."

Ian shook his head in agreement. "Well, that's good to know."

I nodded. "Yep, guess it is."

We stood there for a while. Then, Ian randomly clutched his heart and fell over onto the floor on his knees.

"What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling down next to him.

Ian's eyes twinkled as he said, "I think…cupid just shot me with his arrow. And guess what? You're the only girl in sight."

I blushed as he whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Revieeewww... Yawn. It's 11 pm, and I'm tired. Night'!