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Oblivious

Toph didn't like Valentine's Day. There were just way too much mushy happenings for one day. Every year on February fourteenth—even though her best friend insisted they do something fun—she would stay home by herself while her parents took part in the romantic merriment and watch sappy chick flicks all day long.

This year wasn't any different. Toph lounged on her couch, feet propped up on the coffee table with one hand in the half empty popcorn bowl and the other holding the remote, threatening to turn off the TV.

She didn't even like chick flicks all that much either, but somehow it became tradition to watch some on the day so many chicks get worked up about.

Changing the channel from a Lifetime movie she had never even heard of, Toph flipped to ABC Family, they always had some kind of a special marathon on holidays. Hilary Duff dressed in a fancy white dress moving through the crowd desperately immediately caused Toph to groan loudly.

Cinderella stories were the worst. They were so predictable and sappy and just plain bad. There were loads of them and they were all the same despite the different actors and plots. Toph didn't understand why so many Cinderella movies were being produced. She was about to change the channel back, when there came a brisk knock at the door.

She sighed and pulled herself off the couch. Unlike most girls, today—or any day, for that matter—Toph did not dress up at all. She wore her sweats and a T-shirt, and her hair was a mess. Presentable was something she certainly wasn't.

She swung open the door, not knowing what to expect—maybe an egg on the face from the kid three doors down. The sun hit her as a result of no one standing in the way of the rays.

Toph muttered something incoherent and stepped forward onto the hideous welcome mat her mother insisted on buying. She was going to look around, but stopped short. Something in a plastic bag from a nearby grocery store sat on her doorstep.

She picked it up and peaked inside. A small tub of brownies with white sprinkles looked up at her. Her usual straight face cracked a small grin. Toph headed back inside and slammed the door with her foot.

Lifting the container out of the bag, Toph saw a piece of paper fall from its top. She set the brownies down and read,

For Toph
Happy Vday

It was written sloppily, but Toph managed to figure it out. Unlike most girls, she didn't analyze the note that had been written on the back of a receipt. She didn't go crazy wondering who had left her brownies on Valentine's Day—because that was just like a classic chick flick: Girl gets secret admirer, girl obsesses over it, girl finds guy, the end. And if Toph was sure about anything it was that her life was unmistakably not a chick flick. She was oblivious to the fact that the scrawl was similar to one she read every so often when her best friend passed her notes during class.

She had the brownies and she wasn't about to let the money go to waste.