CONFUSION settled in her nerves as she wandered down the hallway , trying to make sense on what day it was. her dream felt so long , so gnarly ; it had to have been two days of being practically deceased in bed. as she turned and twisted through the main building , chocolate-covered hues landed on a calendar. a sigh of relief was released into the air as she made her way over to it. february 14th. “ i didn’t ever find a valentine’s , “ she mumbled to herself , turning to the nearest person. “ i had all month to find someone to take me out and i didn’t even do that ? what the hell am i supposed to do tonight ? “
He easily slid up to his friend, humming as she spoke before giving her a half shrug. “We’ll find a party, crash the fuck out of it, steal a bottle and then you’ll complain about how this holiday is vapid and a complete fabrication of consumerism and I’ll spit straight bars.”














