~ Spitfire: College Years
She wakes up alone and only manages to drag herself out of bed because Brucely's whining sadly by her feet wanting to be fed.
"Ok, boy I'm up." She pats his head, "Except it's not my turn…"
The blonde looks over to the empty space beside her and sighs. She's not one to complain these days but it sure is a hell of a way to wake up, today of all days. She walks into the kitchen and digs around until she finds his dog food. While he eats she walks over to the sink and fills up his water bowl. When she moves over to the fridge she catches sight of him. He's practically falling off the couch by the crocked position he holds. So she walks over and nudges him awake with her foot. Beside him she notices some three textbooks and papers scattered all over not to mention the little trail of droll beside his mouth.
"Wally!"
He jolts awake and almost crashes into her.
"What!" He blurts, "Wait – what time is it?"
"Almost nine."
The speedster's eyes widen and he flashes out of her way, the only word she catches before he disappears into the bedroom is, "Shit!"
"Yea," she sighs, "Happy V-day to you too."
Artemis retreats to her room later that evening and tries to avoid the speedster at all costs. She had just one late class in the morning and had ended up back in the apartment earlier than expected. And after all her efforts to find a buffet that would actually let them in she was sitting there crushed. When a nudge came from the door and she watches Brucely hobble in. She puts her textbook down and goes in to pet him when she catches sight of the red ribbon wrapped around his collar. Attached to the ribbon is a very tiny bouquet of white tulips. Like one of those they sell from the corner store. She loosens up the ribbon and feels the soft petals through her fingertips. A quiet chuckle slips out from her. Finally she looks back up where the red head now takes a seat next to her.
"Artemis…"
"Hmm…?" She sniffs her flowers.
"I forgot."
"So you did," She nudges him playfully.
"Babe?"
Her eyes wander over to his where his green eyes seem to be glowing. "Yea?"
"Would you still be my Valentine?"
She chuckles again and leans in close to him, "I guess you'll do."
"Works for me."
By the floor Brucely scratches the rest of the silly ribbon off sitting by the bed and covering his ears. He knows his mom and dad are making funny noises again and decides it's time for another nap.