Meh, I don't know where on earth this came from! I was feeling all romantic and giddy so I had to write it..before the next valentines day came xD

"Those Pretty Blue Eyes."

It was but of course, the day before Valentines day during school. Pastel red banners hung from the ceiling and there was a heart-shaped note on every locker.

The students, some would be paired up with their loved one and the rest would just remain single.

"Alright students! As you know, today is Valentines day, the most romantic time of the year! And now, what I want you to do is..." The English teacher picked up a piece of chalk and quickly started writing away on the black board.

VALENTINES POEM:

Write a short, sweet poem about your loved one. You can be single and still write it about someone very important to you.

Poem must be completed by February 17th.

EG: Roses are Red,

Violet's are Blue,

I just wanted to say that I love you.

Enjoy!

After the teacher- who was also called Helené- stepped away from the board, there were several groans from the boys and several giggles from the girls. They had to write a sappy poem?! No way!

"Hey, dude." James said, nudging Louis, who was once more staring at the girl a few seats away from him with a love-struck expression.

"Yeah?" Louis muttered, coming back into reality again. He frowned when he saw the other three grinning at him- Bree was waggling his eyebrows which told him all he needed to know.

Percy-who had an impish grin- snapped his fingers in front of Louis' face. "Earth to Louise, Earth to Louise. Dispatching from planet love-struck, do you read?" He sang teasingly.

Bree snorted, then laughed. "Yeah, dude, it's obvious that you like her!" Then he mimicked. "Oh her hair is as gold as the rays of the sun!" He plastered an idiotic and hilarious face. "Her eyes are made from the purest sapphire found from the richest gem mine in the world! And her temper-" Bree waggled his eyebrows again at Louis, who had his head on his desk, red faced as his arms hung limply at his sides. Bree put a hand to his chest in a 'Someone-just-stole-my-heart-away!' Impersonation, then pretended to faint. "It's just one of the things I absolutely /LOVE/ about her!"

James scoffed, deadpanning. Then raised an amused eyebrow. "Oh yeah, Bree? What about Renée?"

Bree became stock still. Then slowly turned to face the designer. "What about Renée?" He asked slowly.

The designer guffawed at him, then burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face. "Dude! It's obvious that you like her!" He mimicked. "Ooh, she's the best musician I've ever known! Her eyes glow with energy every time she plays!"

The musician frowned. "Oh yeah? If so, may I point out the one hundred and one reasons as to why you are smitten with Viveca?"

Percy shook his head, his sandy auburn hair shifting across his forehead. "Yeah, guys? How about we go back to topic- no, not the fact that I love Aramina-" He pointed a finger at Louis. "The topic of Louise's obvious smitteness feelings for Corinne!"

James nodded, raking a hand through his raven hair to make sure it was all in place once more. "So, Louis...when are you gonna tell her that you like her? Through your poem?"

The brunette stiffened, and the guys took that as a yes.

"Ooooooooh," Percy cooed with an impish grin. "You never told us that you were this romantic/ sappy!" He exclaimed. "So tell us... What's the poem gonna be about?"

The bell rang.

"I have to go!" Louis quickly replied, shuffling his notebooks into his bag messily, than raced to the door with a sigh of relief. He adjusted the shoulder strap, sometimes those guys could tease the daylights out of you, but they could also be the best friends ever.

"Hey, glad to be out of English so soon?" Her. Her, it was Corinne, you know, the person everyone insists he has a a crush on? Yeah.

He gave her a slight smile. It was same old Corinne, her mass of blond curls had been pulled up into a messy ponytail, and some strands had escaped, framing her face. And he still couldn't help but love her blue eyes. And she must've noticed that he was staring because she looked around, awkwardly shifting her bag.

"Uh...yeah." He let out a big huff of air. "Sometimes, I wonder how me, Percy, Bree and James are best friends."

Corinne shrugged. "Same with me, Aramina, Renée and Viveca."

"Sooo...I guess I'll see you later, then?"

"Sure." She smiled slightly. "In math, science and chemistry." She counted the classes off her fingers.

He gave her a wave before walking off to another class, his teasing friends hot on his trails.

Not a second later, Aramina, with her shoulder length curled red hair, bounced over, and she had an impish grin. "Ooooh, is it just me or did somebody around here say chemistry? Hmmm, I wonder who you could've said it to! Let me guess.." She said, pretending to be dumb. "You said it to Louis!"

Corinne rolled her eyes, blowing a strand of hair from her face as she picked up her pace. "Not again!"

"There's obvious chemistry between you two!" Aramina called after her.

Louis sighed as he paddled his bicycle through town after school. He knew that his poem obviously had to be about her..,she was just...perfect in every way. But what about her was he supposed to write about? Obviously, her temper -which he found the cutest thing every was crossed off, everyone would instantly know who he was talking about.

Her attitude? Nope. Instantly everyone, including her, would know that it was Corinne. He smiled slightly, her attitude was adorable, and dangerous all at once. He remembered the time when she'd complained about the combat lessons only being open for the 'Big boys' to their gym teacher/coach, Treville.

Treville just shrugged and asked why girls would want combat lessons over the chearleading squad tryouts. Let's just say that she had displayed better combat skills and was still rejected, then she threw a tamper tantrum, - her cutest moments yet- according to Louis.

That's when it hit him. He could write about her eyes! And no one would know that it was for her, because: there were a selective few girls with blue eyes in the school, and some who would endlessly flirt with him.

He pulled up to his house, parked the bike, then ran inside.

"How was school, so-" Louis had jogged up the stairs before his father could even complete his sentence.

George still held his fork and knife in hand, then sighed and watched as the plates of food were set at the table, he shook his head. "What's with that boy?"

Allowyn giggled as she placed the salad plate on the table, "Oh, George" She chuckled. "Don't you know what day it is tomorrow?"

"Give-me-food-before-i-starve-to-death day?"

Allowyn swatted him. "No! Valentines day!"