Warning: I own nothing but the few OC's I've created. This is a sequel, by the way, so if you want to know who the hell the main character is, read the Pyrokinetic with Pyrophobia first.
Valentine's Day.
The... Valentine's day.
I had a theory last year... A theory that only a lonely eighth grader could create.
Valentine's Day... Was created by robots.
Evil robots, bent on distracting the world completely.
One half of the population would be giggling and leaping across the world with their boxes of chocolates and the hands of their lovers. And the rest of their lovers, of course, but they'd be holding hands. They're not crazy enough to amputate their significant others and put everything but their hands into a blender.
I hope.
And the other half would wallow in their own self pity, wondering what it was that was so wrong with them that they couldn't have a hand and some chocolate to skip with. Well, a hand that wasn't their own and chocolate that they didn't buy for themselves out of depression.
And that's when the robots would attack!
Years into the future, the other depressed half would eventually off themselves out of loneliness! And then the first half would be too distracted and blinded by the bouquets of roses and chocolate that they wouldn't notice that every... single... chocolate is lined with poison!
We would all die, and the robots would rejoice!
But when I warned Warren about it before school, just in case any of those silly teenage girls working for the robots surrounding him got any funny ideas, he laughed!
Well, he snorted.
But it still hurt! And then he called me a lunatic and a shoved a burnt up chocolate kiss in my hands and walked off to Homeroom.
I don't want no burnt chocolate!
And of course, being as stupid and cheesy as I am, I put the burnt up chocolate wrapped in equally burnt aluminum foil in my pocket. Because even though it's a pitiful little thing, I can't part with something that Warren the Great has given me.
In fact, I don't think he's ever given me anything in the months that we've known each other. It's always me that's feeding him. I am done being a giver today! I'll just feed him the chocolate cake I made him yesterday and that'll be it.
... Did I honestly just say that?
The robots are not going to have any pity on me this year.
It started out a relatively normal day, aside from Sparky completely creeping me out this morning. Drool over Mr. Sparrow, exhaust myself from doing nothing in gym, that basic nothingness that establishes my life. It wasn't until I was making my way to the library that my normal routine was thrown off balance.
No, it wasn't Lash offering me blue roses. He's already left those inside my locker. How he got into my locker, I don't want to find out.
It was a tall, skinny blond in various shades of blue and white, despite it being Valentine's Day. All the boys were wearing red, even Glow Boy, blending in with Warren's highlights. And all of the girls were wearing the cheap imitation of red. Pink. But, obviously, this girl liked blue as much as I did. It was like she was a nicer, prettier, more innocent version of me.
Is that jealousy I sense in myself?
"You're Emily, Warren's friend, right?"
Fairly creeped out from signs of recognition, I nodded my head instead of saying what I wanted to. Did she want to know if I was Emily or if I was a friend of Sparky?
"I'm Jamie Frost. I freeze things."
Heh. Frost. Freeze... Heh.
"Okay." I never realized how unbelievably awkward silence could be, despite how much it was spoken of.
"So, um, are you going out with him?"
"With who?" There were three boys whom she could be speaking of, but the one she was probably concerned with was probably the one that I concerned myself with the most. Did everyone love him or something?
"Warren."
"No, no," I defended, rather hastily, "I just feed him."
"Really? You two seem like you're dating. You're the only one I see with him other than Will." Ah, patriotic boy. I can't believe such polar opposites could be best friends.
"We're too alike to date." As in neither of us were ever going to talk about those types of feelings.
"Oh. Okay." This is awkward.
"So," I trailed off before regaining my purpose, "Is there any reason for the awkward conversation?"
"I'm an... old friend of Warren's." That sounded so depressing.
"He's not dead, you know."
"I'm probably dead to him, though."
"Ex?"
"Is it obvious?"
"You could've been screaming from the roof that you weren't over him, and it still wouldn't be as obvious." A little much, but it proves my point.
"Well, I guess I didn't completely move on yet, but before... It was hard, seeing him all alone. I guess it's better that you're with him. I just couldn't stand seeing him all alone."
"So you just don't want him alone? No big catfight coming?" I may not like fire, but I think being frozen would be much, much worse.
"No catfight," She smiled, showing off those pearly whites, "I just want to see him happy He'd probably roast me alive if I ever told him that, though. Don't tell him I said this, but he's really sweet. He just has this big shell around him, you know? That's why we broke up. We just weren't close."
"So you two broke up because he's a teddy bear with razor blades?" She laughed, seeming less timid and awkward.
"You're okay, you know that, freshman?" Yup. She did have a personality. Damn, I bet she could beat me at everything.
"I try not to brag."
And then the bell rang. Instead of doodling another masterpiece, I spent it talking about... Warren Peace. As if I weren't already depressed enough from caring about his 'gift'.
Author's Note: Yes! I've started the story so soon. It's going to have about ten more chapters, making a big huge thirty, and none of you are going to recognize the lyrics because they're completely original! The song last time only matched the story when I first thought of it, and then the two became polar opposites. Hopefully I'll be able to keep the vibe this time.