Valentine (by MS)
It was Valentine. When I looked at my watch, it was still seven. My roommate, who is also my closest friend, and I practically tied up. We could not go anywhere since he had some works to finish and I had a midterm coming. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, rereading my thick English Lit. book. Trying to build my defense against my sleepy eyes, I went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
As I returned to our room, I couldn't help looking at him. There he was, with his serious look, working on his paper. The dim light of the study lamp formed a silhouette of his tall and lean figure. It woke up the romantic feeling I had for Brad, his name. I starred at him as his fingers danced on the keyboard typing as fast as he could. Yeah, his paper was due in the next day. I kept starring at him, wishing something that would never come true. I was feeling hopeless since I had this big crush on him but knew that he was straight... or at least I thought so.
"What?" asked Brad, giving me a puzzled look.
Damn! I went completely red. I didn't know what to say. I was caught off guard; drown in my own thoughts. As I regained my self control, I just went back to my side of room and said, "Nothing!"
With that answer, he went back to his works. After that incident, I didn't dare to stare at him again. I thought that was good since I had to study anyway. However, I couldn't fight my own desire. My fantasy of him took over my mind. I was filled with my burning desire to embrace him, to feel his tight body around my arms. I wanted to share my darkest dreams with him. I wanted to spend that special day alone with him. I wanted him to be my Valentine. I had bought him a little present; a card with "I Love You" written on it. I just wished I could give it to him.
"Enough!" I said to myself. "Concentrate! Concentrate on the book!" I said repeatedly. Glancing at my watch, I was shocked. It was already 9 and I had only studied three out of five chapters. I just suddenly had the incentive to continue my reading.
Three hours later, I was tired as hell. I was finished with my study, finally. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Brad was about finished his work too. He was just cleaning his desk, when he suddenly decided to type again. I was too deep in my own thought to notice anything. My heart said to give the card to him, while my brain kept refusing the idea.
"Dan, can you come over here?" said Brad out of the blue.
"Huh !?" I replied, trying to catch what he was saying, "Oh Sure! Do you need any help?" I approached his desk.
"I want you to take a look at this," he gave me a piece of paper. "Read it!"
I was full with question marks, but I started to read. It said, "I love you, Dan. I want you to be my Valentine."
I was stunned. I didn't know what to do but to look at him; I saw his eyes turning red. He was just trying to catch my reaction. Since I didn't do anything, he walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. I knew he was crying. I was filled with all kind of feelings. I just stood there; I pinched myself just to check whether that really happened or not. Then I hurried to the my desk, searching for the card. After I found it, I rushed to the kitchen. He was just sitting near the fridge with his head down on his knees. I could hear him sob.
"You fool!" I gave him the card and said, "Read this."
After he read it, he looked at me. Without saying anything, I helped him stand on his feet; then I took his hands and guided him back to our room. He followed my steps, but halfway he suddenly pulled me and gave me a long and deep kiss. We were kissing like hell. I was turned on and I knew he was too. He just couldn't wait to go back to our room, so he pulled me to the couch, and we continued carressing each other. He was still crying, but he was crying happily. I also cried at that time. We continued to embrace each other before he suddenly broke our kiss.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered, "You're my closest friend."
"You tell me" I answered. "It doesn't matter anymore now. Brad, I love you."
"I love you too...." he planted another passionate kiss.