To the lovely Amethyst Beloved, inspired by the song I Wanna Know You by David Archuleta and Miley Cyrus

Ever since he was little, Miles hated Valentine's Day. He hated the entire concept; the mushy 'I love you' greetings, the cheesy greeting cards, and the stupid, lame gift giving. But the thing he hated most was the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the holiday. Every year his mom would dress him and his siblings up in the same, lame red, white, and pink outfits, his sister would play Taylor Swift and other cheesy, overplayed love songs, and, without a doubt, every year Miles received a stupid Valentine's Day card from some desperate girl trying to gain his attention. And this year was exactly the same.

"Miles," his newly divorced mom chirped, coming into his room, "get up! I've already laid your clothes out on your bed, get ready and come downstairs so I can take your picture! Grandma and Grandpa Hollingsworth will want pictures!" Miles groaned and waited until she was gone before dragging his butt out of bed. He looked at the outfit she set out and sighed; it was a red, short sleeve button down and a pair of dark wash jeans. Oh well, he thought as he buttoned up the shirt, at least it isn't pink. He walked downstairs to find his brother and sister already down there; Frankie was in a lacy, pink, high low dress and Hunter was wearing a long sleeve, white button down and jeans that were slightly lighter than Miles's. Frankie smiled at her older brother; he looked good despite the grumpy look on his face. Their mom quickly snapped a few pictures and rushed them out the door without another word. At Degrassi, it was even worse; paper hearts covered the walls and couples littered the hallways. It was awful!

"Hey, handsome," Tristan chuckled, meeting him at the door, "Why do you look so grouchy?"

"I hate Valentine's Day," he spat, storming off down the hall. He didn't stop until he reached his Chemistry class and could put his head down on the desk. Tristan, too stunned to move, just stood there, trying to think about how to react. How could someone with so much love for people hate Valentine's Day?

Just then, Maya approached cautiously, "Um Tristan, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"Oh, hi Maya," Tristan said in a daze, barely noticing who he was talking to, "Miles hates Valentine's Day," he bit his lip to keep from screaming.

"Oh. Well maybe you could change that?"

Miles grumbled every time a girl would wink at him or say Happy Valentine's Day and shuffled down the hallway. Don't explode, just don't explode, he chanted to himself as he walked. It was only lunch time and he was already considering ditching school.

"Hey," Frankie's soft voice whispered in his ear and he heard his car door open, "Miles..." she didn't say anything else, just rubbed her brother's back soothingly as he sobbed. After a few minutes, she got out of the car and went to find Chewy so he could drive Miles home. She moved Miles to the back seat gently, making sure he was asleep before she left. On her way back to class from dropping Miles off, she nearly collided with Tristan, who was dressed in a black suade jacket and black skinny jeans.

"Tell me you're not doing this for Miles," Frankie groaned exasperatedly.

"Yeah," Tristan blushed, biting his lip, "Why?"

"Because I just got Chewy to take him home," she snapped as Hunter approached, hand-in-hand with his girlfriend, "Look, Tristan, Miles has had a very stressful day and right now the last thing he needs is some clingy boyfriend making it worse. So just leave him alone, okay?" She turned and stormed off down the hall in the same fashion her older brother had that morning.

Tristan stood there, too stunned to say anything, so Hunter jumped in, "Tris, if you really want to make Miles's day, ditch the fancy clothes and just go hang out with him. Order a pizza and just play video games or something to help him relax." So that's what Tristan did; he changed back into his t-shirt and walked over to The Dot to pick up some food before heading over to the Hollingsworth house. When he got inside, he set the food on paper plates and took them up to Miles's room. Miles was in bed, reading, when his boyfriend walked in.

"Tris, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you," Tristan smiled, holding out a plate to him, "and I thought that maybe you'd want to spend the day together?" Miles just smiled, gladly accepting the plate from his boyfriend. Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all.