The sun was bright on a wonderful day in peach creek. There was a light breeze that slightly chilled the neighborhood, letting the special warmth of everyone's love shine even brighter this valentine's day. This year the school had declared it a holiday and the neighborhood kids were going to exchange cards and gifts later.

Rolf did not want to go.

There was something about this particular holiday that Rolf didn't care for. Maybe it was the overly mushy nature of so many people. There was no time for being smitten when there was so much work to be done. Maybe it was the over-use of love. 'Love' was not a word to be so effortlessly tossed around. Love was hard. Love was commitment. Or maybe he was just bitter and single. Who knew?

"Hey, dude. what do you think of my card? Think it's good enough?' A nearby Kevin looked to his friend, holding up his valentine. A simple pink card adorned with red hearts and had bright white handwriting on the front. Rolf didn't really understand the customs associated with this holiday. How would painted paper help the family survive those long winter nights? Though despite the culture shock, Rolf still tried to keep an open mind to the traditions of others.

"It is...Colorful. Charming. Rolf likes it." He gave a nod, feeling pleased that his friend still came to him for advice despite his lack of knowledge on the subject. Kevin smiled at the encouragement. "Aw, thanks bud. I hope Nazz does too."

Rolf's face fell as he felt his heart sink. Of course it was for Nazz. Why would it not be? Kevin was obviously interested in her, though whether or not she reciprocated was unknown. It was such a forgone conclusion, he felt stupid for even considering it could be for someone else. But if it was so blatant, why did he still feel hurt?

"Well... Does the Nazz-girl like colors?" Rolf asked, hiding his disappointment. Kevin snickered in that cute way he did whenever his friend said something odd. "Well, i hope so. Otherwise, what a waste of crayon, am i right?" The flustered bluenette smiled back, feeling his face get hotter as the ginger smiled at him. Kevin stood up and waved. "Alright, I gotta split. Gonna do up a few more of these babies. See ya later!"

Rolf nodded as Kevin trotted away. Wiping some sweat off his head, he gave a long sigh. What was wrong with him today? Sure, he liked Kevin, but he hadn't ever felt like this. This wasn't normal. It must be something about today, something about this accursed holiday must be making him feel so weird. But what could it be? He had never had anything like this happen to him before! But now he thought about it... Something similar did happen last year...

The farm boy sprung up from his seat in a hurry and started rushing back to his house. If this theory was true, he had no time to waste.

(Meanwhile)

Eddy pounded on Rolf's door. "Open up, open up, come on..."

Edd sighed and pulled Eddy away from the door. "Eddy, stop, he's not home." Eddy turned around, scowling at the brainy kid. "Well if he's not home, how else are we gonna get those potatoes!?" "And the chickens!" Ed piped in, popping up between the two. Double d rolled his eyes at Ed's antics. "Ed, this particular plan has nothing to do with chickens. We don't need them." "Can we need them?" Ed asked sadly as Eddy walked around to the back of the house. "I'm gonna see if there's any in the farm."

Walking up to the backyard, Eddy was quick to pick up on the wet squishing sounds coming from the house. Peeking his head out from the corner of the home he was surprised to see Rolf was indeed there, dunking a mop into a bucket like he was trying to unclog a toilet. Eddy turned back to the other Eds, grabbing their attention with a shout. "Guys, he's here!"

Rolf turned his head as the two other Eds ran up to join their friend. "Ed-boys? But why are you here?" Edd gave a friendly smile as he walked to Rolf. "Hello, Rolf! We came to ask a favor of you." The focused bluenette was having none of it, as he waved the boys off. "Not now bothersome Ed-boys, Rolf has no time! Hello? Goodbye!"

Ed leaned over the bucket and looked at the brown liquid inside, wincing a little as he was hit with a foul smell. "Bad gravy." Rolf sighed in contempt and pushed Ed away. "No gravy, eats-soup-with-fork Ed-boy! It's Rolf's pixie-smiting ammunition! Made with sludge from wilfred's pen, yes?"

"Pixie?" Eddy asked, scratching his head. Rolf gave a curious glance to the Eds. "You do not know? The accursed day of reckoning is upon us, for the mountain sprites from lands beyond have come to meddle with the mortal realm!" The farmer spoke frantically before glancing to the ground nervously, a light blush on his face. "...Rolf fears he may have already fallen for their spell."

Edd glanced to his two friends. "..I haven't the foggiest idea what he's on about. Have you?" Eddy whispered back with a conniving grin. "I got no clue either, but I smell an opportunity here! Just keep quiet and play along." With that, the sneaky kid rushed up to Rolf, hands over his head as he pretended to be scared. "Oh no! The.. Uh.. Mountain sprites! What will we do, they're coming to get us! ...Right?" He screeched, groveling to his feet. "Is there anything we can do!?"

Rolf smiled and patted Eddy on the back. "Do not worry, penny-pinching Ed-boy. For Rolf is going to face these evildoers head on!" He spoke, proudly raising his mop in declaration. Double d cocked his head to the side. "...Interesting. And how exactly are you planning to fight these..things?" The bold bluenette squished his mop into the bucket of filth water, giving it a fresh coat. "Why, with this weapon of nature, yes? The small devils cannot stand the stench."

Edd nodded, not believing a word Rolf was saying but still curious. "Fascinating. But, the Cul-de-sac is quite big. How do you plan to locate them?" Rolf frowned, pressing a finger to his chin. "That... Is a predicament. Rolf bears no lemons at the moment, but Rolf may still sense their presence." Then he picked up the mop and held it high, swinging it as if he was battling an unknown foe.

"There is only one option! Rolf will scour this land until he finds the foul underlings and do battle until they are driven back to the gates through that they come!" "Like mutant sprite strikers!" Ed grinned.

Smiling and nodding rapidly, Eddy slinked up Rolf's shoulder. "Oh our hero, we're saved! But won't it be hard to do all that by yourself?" Rolf leaned back and pulled Eddy off of him. "Well... Rolf does have much to do today." The shewd kid clasped his hands together and leaned toward his 'friend.' "Yeah, exactly! If only you had some help... Oh wait! Now today, you're in the presence of Ed fairy hunters! Finders of all things mystic and magical providing the service you need for a small, small price of... One quarter?"

The blue-haired boy shot him an irked glare. "You wish to charge helping Rolf fight? Rolf wars for you, Ed-boys." Eddy shrugged. "Hey man, pixie-fighting is a dangerous business. Cough up or quiet down." "Please Rolf, let's be reasonable about this.. After all, that's one quarter for all three of our labor! Quite a good deal, right?" Edd interjected sheepishly, afraid Eddy's bluntness might ruin their chance. Rolf sighed begrudgingly, putting a hand to his face. "Very well. It is a sacrifice that must be made..."

Double d smiled, excitedly pulling a notepad and pencil out of his pocket. "Great choice! Now, let us formulate our plan." "Plan?" Eddy asked. "Why yes, of course! We need a solid strategy before we do anything reckless." Eddy nodded. "I getcha. How about you whip up one of your machines?" "A big hose!" Ed piped in. "The sprite strikers use an acid hose to melt the mutant sprites!" Rolf pressed a finger to his chin in thought. "A hose to spray Rolf's opponents... Brilliant idea, plank-head Ed-boy!"

"I suppose that could work... But what would we make it out of? Should we go to the junkyard and look for parts?" Edd responded. "Nincompoop! There is no time for looking! Valhalla's underlings roam this land as we speak! Who knows when they may strike next!" Rolf spat.

Eddy rolled his eyes. "..Alright stringbean, how's this? I'll go with sockhead to the junkyard and you take lumpy and do... Whatever you're gonna do." The blunette boy nodded, grabbing his mop and Ed's arm. "Very well sunburnt Ed-boy. We shall meet here when you are done, yes?" "Yep, see ya." Eddy waved as they all stepped out of the yard, each going different ways.

(15 minutes later, with Edd and Eddy)

"How about this?" Eddy asked, smirking and holding up an empty juice box. Edd sighed in annoyance and smacked it out of his friends hand. "That's not big enough, Eddy! you need to take this seriously!" The Ed rolled his eyes and went back to poking around the junk pile.

"Well, how am I supposed to know what I'm looking for when we don't even know what we're doing!" He asked, turning back to double d who pushed a finger to his chin in thought. "Well..we need something bigger. Something that may hold a lot of water." "Like that dumpster?" Eddy asked, pointing to a nearby large black dustbin.

His smart friend rushed over to the black box and began to inspect it. "Hmm.. I'm afraid not, Eddy. There's a hole in the side." The sneaky Ed rushed up to the dumpster, looking at the hole in the bottom-right corner. "Big deal. We could patch that up no problem!" His friend nodded in agreement. "True, we could. But there is still no way we could move it on our own. The wheels on the bottom are all busted. If only we had brought Ed..."

"Nuts." Eddy replied, slinking up to the top of the dumpster. "Let me see if there's anything inside." The third Ed gripped onto the corner and swung open the lid. Inside the dumpster reeked of old juices and flat soda. The entire bin was full of plastic bottles, some still with liquid inside, and a singular half-melon. Eddy smiled wide and pointed to their newfound bounty. "What about these?" Edd took one look in the dumpster and winced. "Oh, that is so unsanitary... But yes, one of those should do the trick."

"Sweet! Let's grab one!" Eddy replied, jumping down into the bin. Edd opted to stand to the side and let Eddy dig through the bin. "Although... That melon is quite odd. It doesn't look old at all! How recently has this bin been here?" "Huh?" eddy responded. He looked at the melon with suspicion, and with some effort he pulled it out of the dumpster. Although he was quite surprised when the melon wasn't all that came out.

"Jonny?" Said double d. "What in the world were you doing in a dumpster?" The green-clad boy wriggled out of eddy's grip, plopping himself upright in the dumpster and striking a pose. "I'm not Jonny, good citizen! I'm Captain Melonhead!" Edd gave an unimpressed frown. "My mistake." Not sensing the sarcasm the captain smiled and turned back to the trash, digging around. "No problem. We're just cleaning out this dumpster." Edd came closer, peeking over the side of the bin. "Why?"

"We're bringing it back to the melon cave! It's gonna be our brand new couch!" The boy said proudly, pulling plank out of the wreckage. "Oh." Edd replied, questioning why Jonny chose to take the effort to clean out and push an entire dumpster instead of just taking a couch from the junkyard.

Eddy grinned, holding up a large water jug. "So... You don't need these water bottles?" Jonny shook his head. "Nope. Take all you need." "Awesome!" Eddy replied, taking a water jug and climbing out of the bin. "We got it baby!" Double d nodded. "Wonderful! Let's keep looking, we still need some more parts."

(Meanwhile, with Ed and Rolf)

"Do you see any mutant sprites here?" Ed asked, brandishing a squirt gun full of the filth water. The two kids had been patrolling the Cul-de-sac for quite some time and were currently walking down the back lane. Rolf facepalmed.

"No, seaweed-brow Ed-boy! You cannot see the pixies with your naked eyes! We must rely on intuition to sniff them out!" Ed grinned excitedly. "Like the Invisible Man! Invisible Man VS Mister Mando!" The farm boy crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, not understanding the reference. "Pardon?"

"What's your superhero name Rolf? I'm amazing Ed!" The boy asked cheerfully. Rolf opted not to respond, instead looking around the laneway in thought. They had already searched most of the Cul-de-sac, but had had no luck so far. Now that he thought about it, why would the cupids be here? Would they not be back in the main neighborhood where all the kids were? But they couldn't find anything there.. Did they miss them?

The bluenette sighed. He was starting to have doubts. Could he really do this on his own, without ever seeing his foe? Looking back to Ed who was sticking his head in a garbage can, he gave a small frown. He wasn't really alone doing this, but Ed hadn't been a lot of help. Hopefully the other two Ed-boys were coming up with something, the sockhead one was quite inventive so they probably were having more success than he was.

"Hey, look at this!" Ed said excitedly. His farm boy friend turned around curiously, only to be surprised at what he saw. Ed was sitting on an old rusted gray bike. The cheerful kid giggled, honking the horn. "Beep beep! Super ed-mobile coming true! See Rolf, I found us a superhero car!" He said, seemingly ignoring the fact that the bike was far too busted to ride. The blue-haired boy gently stroked the handlebars of the bicycle, breathing lightly. "Kevin..." "No, it's not Kevin's, It's too old." Ed responded before gasping loudly. "Good idea! does Kevin want to help?"

Kevin help them? Of course, why didn't Rolf go to Kevin? He was perfect for the job! But then again, if he got caught on the wrong side of those arrows...Rolf felt his heart sink. He couldn't bear the thought. "Nonsense." Rolf responded, waving off the possibility. "This type of work is far to dangerous. We will not bring Kevin-boy into it. Rolf dares not subject him to what Rolf is going through.."

Ed nodded. "Okay. We will protect him from the invisible mutants!" He cheered, waving his squirt gun in the air. The blunette boy smiled brightly, feeling a burst of confidence. "O-of course, Ed-boy! we shall protect Kevin from the mountain sprites like the shepherd protects his sheep from the foxes! We should return to the houses, mayhaps we missed something.."

His Ed companion however paid him no mind, rushing off ahead and squirting his gun frantically. "Come out now, invisible man! For i am Ed, hear me snore!" He roared, snapping Rolf out of his thoughts. "No, wait Ed-boy, ai-yai-yai! Come back and listen to Rolf!" He screeched, running after Ed.

(30 minutes later, back at Rolf's farm...)

Edd stuck his tongue out in thought, grabbing a roll of duct tape away from Victor and winding it around an old hose. He smiled brightly and took a moment to admire he and Eddy's handiwork. In front of them stood a giant water jug made from the water bottles they found in the junkyard cut up and stuck back together with tape. On the top was a big funnel, with a platform next to it where Eddy was standing. "Should I put some water in?" He asked. Double d stroked one of the lines of tape and nodded. "It feels airtight. Go for it!"

Eddy smiled and dumped two nearby buckets into the large funnel, one containing water and the other with mud and who knows what else scraped out of the pigpen. Edd watched the concoction flow into the machine, frowning when the slop sunk to the bottom alone.

"Well it seems to hold water, but we're going to have to work on mixing them together." Eddy frowned back, waving his hand sarcastically. "Whatever. It'll still run, Right? That's all we need."

"Ah, Ed-boys! You have returned! And with a large bucket, no less!" The two kids turned around when they heard the voice behind them. "Hey, Rolf! Check out this baby!" Eddy smiled, pointing to the device behind them. Double d nodded. "Welcome back you two. Would you care for a demonstration?" The son of a shepherd grinned excitedly. "Very well! Show Rolf what this doohickey of war is capable of!"

Edd turned the switch on the side of the machine to 'low' and it began to rumble to life. Within a few seconds, the dirty sludge water began to pour out of the hose attached to the front. Rolf cheered happily. "Perfect! The sprites will be no match for this creation!"

Eddy smirked, sensing another chance and sliding down from the side of the machine. "Pretty cool huh buddy? But I'm afraid we can't simply let you use this for free, that would be bad business." His bluenette customer shot a disapproving frown. "Rolf pays you for your work. Now you want Rolf to pay again?"

The greedy kid shrugged. "Hey, relax man. It's not that much, maybe just... 50 cents?" "No cents!" Rolf spat. Double d ran up to the two, trying to mediate them. "C-come on you guys, there's no need to be rash!" However unknown to the quarreling kids, a chicken had approached their machine. The feathered fowl cocked it's head, examining the switch curiously. Then suddenly with one peck, switched it to the 'high' setting.

The change was immediate. Suddenly the device was no longer gently spraying it's contents. Now everything inside came gushing out fast, however the three didn't seem to notice until Ed pointed at the giant stream. "The gravy is getting away!" Edd, Eddy and Rolf instantly turned their heads to the scene. "HOLY MACARONI!" eddy screeched, as the three backed away from the machine.

Edd scanned the machine looking for what went wrong before pointing at the chicken pecking the switch. "That chicken must have changed the setting!" "Who let Rolf's chickens out of their coop!?" The farmer snarled as Ed walked up to the trio holding a chicken in his arms. "Oops."

It wasn't too long before their creation started to run low on fuel. The difference was evident as the device chugged and sputtered, sucking mud out of the bottom and beginning to clog the hose. "Uh oh." Eddy squeaked as Edd's face went white. "TAKE COVER!"

The panicked kids scrambled about, looking for a place to hide. Ed dashed behind Rolf's shed and the others followed suit. The machine more noises as the bulge in the hose grew larger.

And larger.

Untill the hose ripped under the immense pressure, shooting some glops of mud into the air that landed around the backyard.

Eddy was the first to peek out from behind. His face fell seeing the result of the explosion. "No!" Rushing towards the machine through the wet ground, he picked up the torn hose. The other kids followed suit, investigating the damage. "Sorry guys." Ed said meekly.

Rolf's face contorted in anger as he walked to the device. "Dirty ed-boys! Your mud-hoser has soiled Rolf's homestead with the foul stench of defeat! Look upon your mess and be shamed, how is Rolf to combat the terrible sprites with this floppy-snake tube!?" Edd waved frantically as Rolf kicked the hose out of eddy's hands. "I-I'm terribly sorry Rolf, maybe we can fix it! Tape the hose together, it-it'll be good as new!"

Their farmer friend was having none of it as he grabbed his nearby sludge-bucket in frustration. "You, you and those terrible mountain fairies! Rou both have played Rolf for a fool! Rolf has endured this witchcraft all day and is done!" The boy growled, all the events of that day replaying in his mind.

"No more! You winged angels of wickedness will no longer make a duck's posterior of Rolf! Rolf rejects your spell!" He declared, pointing to the sky in defiance before closing his eyes and dumping the whole bucket of water over himself.

"Oh my Rolf, are you okay?" Double d asked. In response, the bluenette boy turned back to the Eds, regarding them with a blank stare and then a relieved smile, all the stress washing away with the water.

It was over.

All the feelings were over.

"Rolf is more than okay, double ed-boy. Rolf is.. Free." The eds sighed, relieved that Rolf's anger was quelled for the time being.

Their moment was cut short when a voice was heard approaching the house. "Hey, Rolf? You home, man?" "Oh no, it's Kevin!" Eddy gasped. "He'll be so mad if he sees this mess!" Edd grabbed onto the shoulders of the others, shaking them lightly.

"I suggest we get out of here!" The other Eds nodded and the three of them booked it out of the yard. Rolf meanwhile stood stationary, feeling a bubble rising in his chest.

Kevin dodged to the side as the Eds rushed past him. "Hey! watch it, dorks!" Why were they in Rolf's yard? He thought to himself before continuing to walk back to the yard. "K-Kevin-boy! What brings you to Rolf's home?" The blunette stuttered, running to meet Kevin first so he wouldn't see the mess.

Kevin's face fell when he saw the boy's condition. "Dude, what happened to you? Why are you all wet?" He asked, face falling into a scowl. "It was those dorks wasn't it? What happened? I swear if they pulled anything stupid, I'll-"

Rolf waved him off in embarrassment. "No, no, it's nothing! Just an... Incident with the hose, yes?" Kevin tilted his head curiously. "Alright... I just heard the noise and wanted to make sure everything was okay.. See you later today then?" "Yes, Rolf will be there." He replied, feeling his face flush.

The biker kid noticed this, but opted not to comment on it. "Cool... see ya." He said, jumping on his bike. "G-goodbye.." Rolf waved meekly as Kevin sped off.

The blushing boy turned back to his home, wiping some sweat off his brow. What was wrong with him!? The muddy water was guaranteed to break anyone out of the cupid's influence! It had worked before, so why did it not work this time?

Rolf sat down on the cold driveway pavement, trying to piece together what went wrong. Why? What happened? None of this made any sense!

Maybe the cupids were just following him and simply re-cast their spell after he dumped the water on himself. Yes, that had to be it. ...But if that was the case, why did he not sense them? Rolf rested his hand to his cheek in confusion. Come to think of it, he hadn't sensed them at all that day.. But they had to be here, right? If they weren't, that would mean the only other explanation was..

The farmer kid's face fell as his stomach sink with the realization.

No.

No, that was impossible. He and Kevin had been best friends for years, there was no way he could.. *Like* him like that! It was just this holiday. Yes, just this cursed day of the year making him so confused. It wasn't like this happened any other time, after all. And it wasn't as if whenever Kevin rode by his house on his bike he'd get butterflies and think he was just so cool, or how his red hat accentuated those deep eyes and gave the boy a rugged manly charm that he loved... Right?

Blushing warmly, the blunette gave a small smile. Kevin really was amazing, wasn't he? But just because he admired those merits, didn't mean he liked him like that. Sure, maybe if he stayed up at night sometimes wondering how it would feel to have the ginger snuggled in beside him, having his hand gently stroke his thick navy locks.

Or that special way his mouth moved when he shouted "Dorks!" With such intensity in his face that made Rolf just want to steal away those lips and his breath in one swoop, wishing Kevin would kiss him with even half as much passion as he put into-

Oh no.

Uh oh.

Rolf sighed looking into the sky longingly, brushing his wet hair out of his face.

It was never the cupids after all.

But he didn't know if that made it more or less of a problem.

(Late that afternoon)

Kevin smiled, waving goodbye to a leaving Jimmy and Sarah. The valentine's meetup had been a great success. All the kids had met up in the center of the Cul-de-sac and exchanged their gifts and wishes, although now it was late and everyone was already going home. Well, almost everybody.

The biker boy turned back to the main area of their meetup, spying his blue-haired buddy still sitting on the ground. It was pretty convenient Rolf was still here, as he'd wanted to have some alone time with him anyway.

Rolf meanwhile was still posed on the pavement with a downtrodden expression. Why hadn't Kevin given him one of his cards? Did he not matter? No, that was ridiculous, of course he mattered! Maybe his friend thought he wouldn't understand it and didn't want one.. He couldn't blame him for that.. After all he really didn't understand a lot of what this strange country did..

Kevin trotted back over to where Rolf was, taking a seat beside him. "Hey Rolfy, what's up? You doing alright after that hose incident?" In response the farm boy whipped his head around to the ginger, a light blush visible on his face. "O-oh, Rolf is fine.. Yes?"

Kevin nodded gently placing a hand on his friend's shoulder, making the blunette squeak in surprise. "Sweet." He spoke as he rummaged around in his pocket, pulling out a bright blue piece of paper and handing it to him. "Here. I made this one for you."

Rolf's heart fluttered in his stomach as he admired the card. On the front was an image of a tree adorned with heart-shaped fruit. It was a simple drawing that instantly exited him as to what was inside. Opening it up revealed a picture of Kevin and Rolf tending to a heart-shaped pumpkin with the text 'my love for you grows like crops in spring, valentine! To: Rolf From: Kev." Written on the opposite side in red ink.

And with that, the blue-eyed boy smiled wider than he ever had in his whole life. Even though Kevin had most likely given something like this to everyone else too, and it was nothing all too special, Rolf still felt a special kind of warmth at the gesture. And even though everyone else had given him many cards and candies, none of them gave him the same satisfaction as this one.

He looked fondly back at his ginger friend. "Rolf loves it like candied beets. Thank you Kev-boy." His heart skipped as Kevin giggled at the unusual way he talked.

"Awesome. I know your not too big on the valentines stuff, but I figured it wouldn't be right to leave you out. It's alright if you didn't get me anything."

The son of a shepherd rustled his dark hair, nervously looking back to the biker boy. "Actually.. Rolf did." He smiled shyly, handing his friend a ripe peach with a shaky hand.

Kevin cocked his head curiously, not understanding the significance of the fruit. "Uh..Thanks. Is this one of your traditions?" He asked as Rolf gave a meek nod, putting a hand on his neck. "Yes, this is Rolf's fruit of unity. It is a gift given in the Old Country to your...Partner."

His ginger companion rolled the peach around in his hand, afraid to do much more with it for fear of accidentally offending him. "Cool. So... What do people in the Old Country do with it?"

The blushing blunette twiddled his thumbs, trying to hide his immense excitement. "On..once the partner has..accepted their gift, the fruit is c-cut in half for the lov- er, partners to share. Then the seed inside is also cut in half and dried, with half going to each p-partner...Sometimes they are made into bracelets or necklaces."

The curious ginger nodded. "Alright. Do you have a knife with you?" "Y-yes, Rolf does.. Rolf shall split the fruit then." His navy-haired friend spoke with a jittery voice, taking the peach from Kevin and slicing it in half, having trouble keeping it centered with his hands shaking.

Rolf held half the peach out toward his partner.

"Thanks dude."

His voice.

Oh, his voice. Rolf could feel his heart turn upside-down every time he heard it. And his smile... Dear lord, was he weak for that smile.

A jolt raced up his spine when Kevin's fingers brushed his own as the oblivious ginger took his half of the peach. But he was so soft there was nothing the lovestruck boy could do except watch as his partner took a bite of his snack, holding back the urge to scream as Kevin took a bite.

He was literally sharing the fruit of unity with Kevin, this was the best day of his life.

Kevin smiled lovingly. Even though he might not understand the full weight of this moment for Rolf, he at least felt happy that his friend chose him as the only one he gave anything. Scooting closer, the ginger boy gently took his partner's hand. Rolf shot up straight in surprise, but soon felt himself easing into it and appreciating the moment as the two kids exchanged a warm glance.

This valentines was truly special one.