I'm having terrible writers block on my other story, so to ensure that all my readers don't hate me for abandoning them and not updating, I'm going to have this little drabble series in honour of what is most definitely a terrible holiday. But I figure there's no harm in posting a few drabbles - or, more accurately, one for each day until the big V day. At least I'm going to try that. It could go hideously wrong. Don't hate me if it does.

Jesse loves Valentine's Day.

Normally, anyway.

This year is different for him. Normally, he finds the romantic air cute, seeing all the happy couples who have found someone, watching as love blossoms before his eyes. He loves the goofy gift shop teddy bears, the cheesy cards, the overpriced chocolate. He loves that the air smells like roses and specially bought cologne. The whole day, he can look around and feel like he's stumbled into a movie. He's not sure why exactly, but he swears everything sparkles just a little more, than the colours pop brighter and the sun shines warmer.

But not this year.

Three weeks have passed since she shouted at him outside the prison. Three weeks full of misery. Three weeks of moping and not really knowing what to do himself. He had been avoiding her just as much as she was avoiding him, both doing their best to not bump into the other at the station or around campus.

After a long day rushing between classes and running errands – he tries not to over think that aspect – he falls heavily on his bed, having absolutely no intention to leave it until at least the following evening. Maybe even next week. Or never at all. Forever sounds pretty good to him right now.

He decides to just spend the day watching his favourite horror movies, drowning himself in popcorn and soda because juice pouches have very little appeal anymore. And it works, for the most part, in distracting him, until he looks up at the clock and sees it is midnight, and half of him is celebrating that the day is over, and the other half is freaking out because suddenly his 'errand' seems like a really, really bad idea.

Jesse really hates himself sometimes.

Beca doesn't do Valentine's Day.

The fact that a day is dedicated to showing someone how much you love them just baffles her. Sure, Beca isn't into that kind of stuff. She doesn't do feelings or emotions. She doesn't believe in having a better half. But just because she doesn't buy into all that, doesn't mean she thinks everyone who does is stupid. They must have their reasons. Granted, Beca thinks its bullshit. It's a money-making scheme that people fall for every year. And they do it so easily too; the amount of gooey, over the top gestures she has seen on Valentine's Day over the years makes her want to gouge her eyes out (she swears everyone at her high school had a simultaneous mental breakdown two years ago). She's sick of it. Sitting in the station, alone, playing vomit-worthy love songs all night is her idea of hell.

She won't admit to herself that it is the alone part that kills her most.

She misses him.

Not that she'll admit it to herself enough to gather up the courage to go and just damn well apologise. Like she should. Because she should – shouting at him was not the best move she's made, and she hurt him, she knows it, she saw it in his eyes when her dad dropped him off at the dorms – but that doesn't mean that she will. It's not like she needs him. Especially not today.

The only good thing about Valentine's is that the fancy chocolate boxes are always on offer the next day.

Chocolate. The most stereotypical way for a girl to wallow in her feelings, but damn if it isn't stereotypical for a reason.

It's just so good.

She is determined, however, to ignore the meaning of the day. She will not let it faze her. It's just a normal day, full of the usual monotony (apart from the stupid singing telegrams that Aubrey made her do all day, but she's determined to block that from her memory). She's just going to spend the night in the station, alone, not thinking about how Luke is out on a date and has forced her to be here, or how the person she's so used to spending her time with here is just gone, from the station and possibly her life. No, she will not think about that. She will focus everything on choosing the most ridiculous love songs on the planet and trying not to throw up at how ridiculous the whole charade is.

So when she falls back into Luke's chair, she is surprised to find the present resting in front of the keyboard. Her favourite flavoured juice pouch. And stuck to the side? A pink love heart shaped post it note with three simple words in an all too familiar scrawl.

Happy Valentine's Day.

So what did you all think? Should I continue? They'll mostly be just random. I might do them in order, so next chapter is their next valentine's... I don't know. If you guys have any Valentine's situations you'd like to see let me know, or I don't know, some prompts would be good. Let me know!

Hope you're all having a great day :)