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The ten year old girl skipped along the sidewalk as she reached her destination. "Come on, Claire! Luke! Quit flirting with Claire and hurry up already!"
The said two trotted down the sidewalk towards the Valentines shop. "Zuri, you realize we could've just made the Valentines instead of wasting money and precious body heat?"
"You cold?" Luke asked, teasing as she shivered in her vest.
"You down for a beating?" She said through gritted teeth as he waved his hands in defeat. She nodded in triumph as the three children strode into the store.
A perky girl in pink and red hopped to the door, greeting them. "Hiya! Welcome to the Heart of Valentine! I'm Jennifer, and if you need anything, I'll be here. Especially you, cutie patootie." She winked at Luke as he sped away towards the snickering girls.
"Looks like we found you a Valentine, Luke!" Zuri chortled.
Claire slapped her knee, tears welling in her eyes. "Maybe she'll be a better date than Sarah Mitchell."
Zuri exploded into another fit of giggles as they browsed the selection of Valentine cards through the aisles. "How about this one?" She asked, holding out the box. With all the glitter, it could've been a pile of garbage and it'd still look fabulous.
"Too glitzy, my dear. Not even your friends will like those." Claire said, sympathetically patting the girl's shoulder. "Just go look in the next aisle; we'll be there in a minute."
Zuri nodded, skipping happily into the next aisle. "You know how to handle her more than I do." Luke commented.
Claire quirked an eyebrow as they slowly walked down the aisle, passing the various love-related products. "Handle? That isn't really a word to best describe your sister."
He shrugged, looking at her. "You say potato, I say potahto."
She snorted at the analogy, looking at a bouquet of plastic roses. "What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet-"
"-So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." Luke finished. Shocked, Claire turned to look at the boy as if he grew another head. "What?"
"What? What do you mean by 'what'? You just finished one of the most famous lines from Romeo and Juliet, a book that most teenage boys prefer to stay away from." (AN: I'm sorry if I offended anybody or anything. Shakespeare is a good playwright, but, I needed something to work with this chapter's theme.)
"I'm different from other teenage boys." He suggested.
An awkward silence followed until…
"…are you gay? I mean, I'm totally fine with it, but, if you roll that way-" Claire rose her hands up awkwardly.
"I'm not gay!" he exclaimed, sending the customers around them into wide eyes and cautious stares.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, dude." Claire patted him in the chest, striding into the next aisle where Zuri was pulling out box after box after box of cards.
"Wait, Zuri. How many people are you giving Valentines to?!" Luke wailed, running into the aisle.
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"She's hot." Lucas stated, glancing at the sashaying girl before him. The two boys were currently at the mall, both buying video games and "going fishing" as Lucas called it. "I think she goes to our school."
"Then why didn't you see her before?" Luke asked, taking a slurp of his soda as he scrutinized his surroundings.
"Because, dude, she just moved here!" he explained, flailing his arms. Luke flinched at his motions, almost spilling his drink in the process.
"You said that about Claire too, dude." He informed his friend.
"But that was before you were into her!" Lucas exclaimed in his friend's ear. Luke smacked the back of Lucas' head.
"I'm not into her, okay? She's just a good friend and we've hung out a few times."
"And by hung out you mean..?" Lucas motioned for him to elaborate, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Luke pushed his face into the mall doors.
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"… shot me out of the sky, you're my kryptonite,
You keep making me weak, yeah, frozen and can't breathe.
Something's gotta get loud,
'Cuz I'm dying just to make you see,
That I need you here with me now,
'Cuz you've got that one thing." Claire sung as she made her bed. Due to it being the weekend, it gave her the opportunity to sleep in for a while. Hearing a knock from her closed door, she called to whoever was asking entrance to her room. "Come in!"
Emma strode in, looking better than ever in her pyjamas. "I need your help, Claire."
Said girl finished making her bed, holding one of the many various pillows that adorned her bed. "What's up?"
Emma took a seat on the bed, then groaned and screamed into the comforter. Claire rose her eyebrows, "Wow. That bad?"
She nodded from her place on the comforter. "I was asked out yesterday."
"…and?" Claire questioned blatantly.
"It's Peter Jenkins." Emma supplied.
Claire started jumping on her bed. "EMMA! Do you know what this means?!"
"…that I'll be the most luckiest girl in the world because Peter Jenkins asked me out on Valentine's Day." Emma droned.
"Exactly." Claire stated, plopping on her bed once again. She looked at her friend's solemn expression. "What's wrong with that?"
Emma sighed, "Everything. I know I'll be the luckiest because have you seen him? In all fairness he's perfect, but I don't want to be that girl who'll be hated by half of the student population because her boyfriend's the most wanted boy out there."
"He was off limits the minute he asked you to go on a date with him, honey. Now all these freshmen and sophomores and juniors and even some seniors will have to accept the fact that Emma Mae Ross is going on a date with junior hottie Peter Jenkins because he asked her, and she said yes." Claire advised, taking her friend's hands. "And you are beautiful. And smart. And you're the only person that won't throw herself at a guy to catch his attention. You were you and you will be you through this entire relationship, because he likes you. Not Tina, or Allyson, or Mary, or Michelle, or Riley, or Brenda. You, Emma. Just accept the fact that's he's even worthy of your time, and that he's taking you out, girl!"
"But-" Emma started, sounding unsure.
"No. No "but"s or "how about"s, Emma. Embrace the gorgeousness that is Peter Jenkins while you're doing whatever." Claire instructed sternly.
Emma sighed, looking pensive. "Thanks for the motivation, Claire. It helped."
"Hey, I'll be here when you need me." She reassured.
Emma left the room, closing the door as the fourteen year-old boy scrambled to not get caught listening in on their little heart-to-heart and the fact that Claire sings like a dying angel.
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"I don't like today." Quinn piped up as the two friends walked down the hall.
"Why should you? This day is just for commercialism." Claire responded. "People could do this in May, but it doesn't matter, because it's the day of Saint Valentine."
"Didn't he die on this day?" the onyx haired girl asked.
"I think he got decapitated because he was marrying people secretly while the king didn't want anyone married." The brunette informed her, snorting. "Serves him right, though he really shouldn't have died for it."
They passed by a couple kissing and gagged at the sight. "Okay, this is getting out of line, and it's only eight in the morning."
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Claire was walking to her locker after lunch, noting the many, many people either bragging to their friends or crying their eyes out due to heartbreak in the hallways. She stopped at her locker area and unlocked the lock, using the numbers of the combination. As she opened the metal closet (AN: I refer to it as a metal closet. Or more likely a confined space that I surprisingly fit into. Yeah… not in a dirty way either, because I know there are people out there that think like that.), her eyes caught onto a pigment of colour that contrasted with the dull colouring of the door. She pulled the rose from its place taped on the inner side of the door and looked at it, intrigued. "Who would..?"
She then found a note beside the flower's previous place, unfolding the piece of paper and read the words transcribed on it.
You're my kryptonite. –Your Secret Admirer
She smiled despite herself, placing the garnet coloured plant in her bag as she ran down the halls to her next class.
Ah yes, this was my complete and utter stupidity of a chapter for romance. And foreshadowing, too. You gotta play your cards right, or your story will be a hot mess of characters and words, honeybunches. REVIEW, you beautiful people. Type out your opinions and submit them. I guess… see you on the flip side..?