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Note: Written to" Tambourine Man" by Cloud Cult, because I'm just obsessed with them.

"I want to dance beneath a diamond sky with one hand waving free"

Well.

It's that day again.

…you resist the urge to fake sick, not go to class, and just hide under the covers all day.

…but London starts beating Mr. Chicken with a pillow, so you drag your miserable self out of bed.

Stupid Mondays.

Stupid Valentine's Day.

Stupid Singles Awareness Day.

Once, in your other life- you loved it- all the flowers, and cards, and chocolates, and the lovelovelove.

But that was the Old Bailey.

That was the innocent farm girl who just wanted to see the world.

…what you wouldn't give to have a…a spaceship that could travel through space and time… and warn yourself not to do it.

Don't fall in love with Cody Martin.

….don't fall in love at all...


It's when you walk into class that you see it.

Just innocently lying on your desk.

A single red rose .

…what?...

..Who would?...

…you sneak at peek at Cody, but he's busy laughing with Regina… and you're sure that she didn't make the heart-shaped fruit tart on top of her desk….

(Guess it wasn't him)

…twirling the rose between your fingers, you take a quick survey of the room.

No… it couldn't be him... or him… certainly not him…..

…it defiantly wasn't Woody.

Or Zack.

…so who?

Maybe it doesn't matter.

(Let it stay a mystery)

Smiling, you breathe in the scent of the rose, the velvety soft petals brushing your face.

Maybe Valentine's Day isn't all bad after all…

Dedicated to all my single ladies (well, and gentlemen too, I suppose). Don't feel bad if you don't have a Valentine! Alas, I do not have one either- but I still love Valentine's Day! I can promise at least another chapter. Reviewers receive hugs and heart- shaped chocolate!