"And this morning, when I woke up, there was a dozen of the most beautiful roses on my doorstep," Marty squealed.
"What did the card say?" Frenchie asked excitedly.
"There was no card. I have a secret admirer," Marty gloated.
"How exciting!" Frenchie trilled.
Sonny stepped out from his hiding place and cleared his throat loudly. Marty loved the flowers. Now was his chance. "Hey, gorgeous."
"Go away Sonny," Marty huffed. "Can't you see I'm talking?"
"But I have something I want to ask you," Sonny insisted.
"Not now, Sonny," Marty snapped. She linked her arm through Frenchie's. "Come on, French. Let's go somewhere more private where there are no eavesdroppers so I can tell you about the box of chocolates."
The Pink Ladies stormed off, leaving Sonny alone.
"How do you like that?" Sonny addressed the sky. "Twenty bucks on gifts and she doesn't even give me the time of day. Women!"
"Rizzo!" Kenickie screamed at the second story window he had been throwing rocks at for the past ten minutes. "Rizzo! Would you just listen to me?"
The window opened. Kenickie smiled. That was more like it.
Rizzo stuck her head out and yelled down at the street, "Go away, creep!"
"I'm sorry." Kenickie yelled.
"Sorry isn't good enough."
"What about if I was real sorry?"
Rizzo sighed. She could never seem to stay mad at Kenickie for too long. How was it that she had come to have such a soft spot for the smuck? "Come on up."
"What?" the puzzled greaser called.
"Climb the trellis and kiss me, idiot."
Kenickie let out a victory whoop.
"What would you say if a tall, blonde man asked you out for Valentine's Day?" Putzie asked Jan casually.
"Nothing like that is going to happen," Jan sighed shaking her pigtails.
"What if it did?" Putzie pressed.
"Depends on who the guy was," Jan said shyly.
"What if it was me?"
"You asking?"
"You going?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
A match made in heaven.
"I'm sorry I cut your ear, Doody," Frenchie apologized.
"That's okay; it always bothered me that my right ear was taller than my left. You just even them out," Doody laughed. "Well, I guess I'll see you at school, French."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Are you sure there's nothing else you want to say to me before you go?"
"Pretty sure."
"No I love you or nothing?" Frenchie pouted.
"Well…why…what…how do you figure me wanting to say something like that?" Doody stammered.
Frenchie smiled and spread her arms wide. "Well you sure didn't come over to my house on Valentine's Day afternoon just to get a haircut!"
"This evening has been perfect, Danny," Sandy said sincerely.
Danny brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "Well, I wanted our first Valentine's Day together to be special."
"It was," Sandy assured him.
"So.." Danny drawled. "What do you want to do now?"
Sandy furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Danny chose his words carefully; he wasn't going to blow it this time. "We have the whole house to ourselves. We already ate a candlelit dinner, danced to records, and exchanged gifts. How should we fill the time?"
"Danny…" Sandy said in a warning tone.
Danny didn't heed her warning. He raised an eyebrow suggestively. "You want to…"
Sandy didn't let him finish his sentence. "Goodnight, Danny." She said insistently. "I'm going home now."
She rolled her eyes. Men!
The End
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