Elegantly Stated
A series of pointless Majestics-centric one-shots written in alternating POVs.

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Thanks everyone who reviewed last time. I love you guys--!

The Yaoi Mistress - I haven't read the manga, but I heard that Enrique and Oliver didn't make too many appearances in it.. and that Oliver was a boy. Even so, I like the Enrique x girl!Oliver pairing too. xD

aries1391 - There's nothing wrong... Johnny's just silly. Teehee.

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Chapter two: Valentine
POV: Enrique

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I have never really been a big fan of winter. Sure, Christmas is nice, and so are the girls at ski resorts, but it's just not the same as those sunny summer days when I can take my yacht out to sea...

(The fact that girls tend to be more scantily clad during the summer has nothing to do with it, I swear.)

Nevertheless, I can't help but become a bit more high-spirited once February comes along. Not because it means spring is coming at last, (thank Lord it's skirt season,) but because... well, take a guess.

Yeah, that's right.

I love Valentine's day.

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The fourteenth of February this year started out just like every other one. I strolled downstairs in the morning to find heaps of gifts - pink, frilled, sweet-smelling gifts - waiting for me in the foyer. Excitedly, I grabbed one from the top of the stack and sat down on a leather armchair.

'To my sexay Enrique-poo,' the tag on the heart-shaped box said in loopy cursive. 'From Rosetta with luv.' It was followed by a ridiculous numbers of X's and O's. (Girls have way too much time on their hands, but hey, I'm not complaining!)

I struggled with the pink ribbon for a moment before slipping it off of the box. I opened the lid and took a whiff. Mmm. Chocolates. I popped one in my mouth and set the rest aside.

I worked my way through the rest of the pile diligently, all the while munching on various goodies. Oliver had sent me some amazing pastries, no doubt his own handiwork, decorated with frosting roses and all. (And he wonders why we tease him about being girly...) I got a few more boxes of chocolates and assorted candies from Elena and Gemma and this one redhead whose name I just forgot again, a few flowers, a teddy bear from Bianca ('Her name is Little Bianca! When you sleep with her at night, you can pretend it's me!' I shuddered a bit.), a postcard from Marietta, at least a dozen letters...

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By now I'm pretty satisfied, pampered with all these gifts. But I notice that there's still one more package left unopened, looking rather plain in comparison to the others. It's an unlabelled brown box. Curious, I pick it up and start tearing the paper.

I blink.

I stare.

It's... hideous. I think it's supposed to be a heart, but it looks more like a pink potato. Obviously, whoever tried to cut it out has no skill whatsoever in using a pair of scissors. Didn't they ever go to kindergarten? But more than the messed up shape of the card, (I think it's a card,) it's the writing that catches my eye, scrawled in bold and messy black print. I have to squint to read it.

'Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I think you're hot.
Do you love me too?

Will you be my Valentine?
To Enrique.
From Johnny.'

I'm kinda scared now.

Johnny? Johnny McGregor, Johnny? What?

I'm still sitting here, rather confused, when all of a sudden the door opens and two people burst in. I recognize them instantly.

"Aww, come on, Johnny. You're not going to back out now, are you?" Oliver blocks the furious Scot's path with a cute, teasing smile.

"Shut up, Bohringer!" he responds, angrily stomping around our smaller friend. He walks right up to me and snatches the.. er.. valentine out of my hands.

"You never saw this," he hisses violently, lavender eyes gleaming with fury. He shoves past Oliver and is gone.

I'm still very, very confused. "Uh... what just happened?"

Oliver smiles at me guiltily. "Heh heh. Don't worry about it. Robert and I were just kidding around..."

"Oliver," I start sternly. I want an explanation, dammit!

He grins and pulls out a few photos from his pocket. "It's this little game we call blackmailing..."

We spend the rest of the afternoon laughing our heads off.

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So as I said. I love Valentine's day.

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Notes:

First - I enjoy portraying Enrique as a materialistic playboy. Somehow, he still manages to be cute that way. (In my head anyway. Haha.)

Second - Please excuse any cultural inaccuracies. Valentine's day probably isn't as much of a commercial holiday over in Europe as it is in the US, but.. oh well.

Third - Gahhh. It's 1:43 in the morning. My writing ability is deterioratinggg. Sorry for the abrupt ending. Interpret as you want. (And please review. :))

-Lyrikkal