Stuck In Love: The First Fight

I do not own "Jessie" or any of the characters.

Red, pink, hearts and an endless list of assorted sparkles and lights. People giving their hearts to one another and love in the air. Feelings that would spread forever. Passions that would grow. From puppy dog crushes to an overwhelming love that sweeps you off your feet. That was what everyone classified Valentines Day as. Today was a day that Jessie Prescott was dreading. Tony and her broke up a few months ago and now, she was all alone. Again.

She had a horrible flashback of a moment in high school where she got a Valentines Day from a few girls pretending to be a guy that she liked. When she went to tell the guy she liked him back, she was immediately shut down. The guy practically laughed in her face and the echos of the girls snickering from behind still were caught in her ears. She remembered turning red in embarrassment and sprinting away. Of course, Darla was the head of that entire situation...

She looked in the mirror and tried to figure out what exactly was wrong with her while she ran her fingers through her hair lazily, A loud sigh escaped loudly from her. All she wanted to do was lay in bed and pretend the 14th would just pass by in a glance. She didn't get the point of Valentines Day. She wasn't sure if that was because she was still heartbroken and shattered over the fact that her and Tony broke up or if she found the holiday pointless because you should show someone you love them everyday. Her emotions were mixed and she couldn't determine one from the other. She then heard a knock pounding on the door and it was one of the kids, she groaned. She knew she had to get them to school. She already felt that this day was going to get sour.

She then opened the door and saw Emma standing there. She looked at her curiously and concerned, putting on her best fake smile.

"Something wrong, Emma?"

"Just wanted to make sure you were going to wear something nice today," Emma stated observing her nanny. "You're not going to spend the entire day in your Texas sweatshirt, right? Trust me, that thing has seen better days."

"Emma, why does it matter what I wear? I'm probably going to stay in, anyways. I don't have a boyfriend and I'm not in the mood."

"Come on, Mr. Right could be right around the corner," Emma said with a smile trying her best to convince Jessie it was true. "Plus, the best way to get over a heartbreak is jump into something new. Or at least that's what Leopard Beat says!" Jessie then shook her head.

"Go down stairs and eat breakfast, Emma…," Jessie stated, clearly not wanting to talk about it. Emma understood and turned to do as she sad, but then stopped.

"I'm just trying to help, Jessie...I want you to be happy," Emma said and then walked down the stairs. Jessie then closed the door and had more reason to stay in bed. She didn't want to listen to the advice of a fifteen year old about her love life. She then decided she would pretend that it's like every other day. There was no need to dwell on the tradition behind the day. Traditions are just something that people convinced you that had to be done, but she knew that wasn't the case. Traditions were things that people refused to change or fight, but this year, she would be the first.