Holiday Special: Valentine’s Day (sample)

Summary: Charlie and Marcie have decided to skip the whole sappy, happy, Valentine’s Day nonsense and just spend the day together, as friends.

We join them in a little dive restaurant and follow them back to her place where they decide they might as well get form each other what their exes failed to give them last year.

Have a happy Valentine’s Day with these two friends with new benefits.

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“I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s just a bunch of commercial nonsense. Oh, buy this card and this heart shaped chocolate and your true love will love you back. Bullshit,” he said.

Charlie shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. He trimmed his blonde hair so close to his pale head, that he looked completely bald from a distance, but up close, there was a fine puppy fuzz that covered the entire thing.

“Yeah! You know, last year, my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, got me some stupid stuffed bear,” Marcie said, looking around at the pink and red decorations that surrounded them in the restaurant. “And then there’s all of this shit everywhere you look.”

Her black hair had tight springy curls that sometimes seemed to have wills of their own, heading in completely odd directions at any given moment. She kept her dark complexion flawless, with lotions and spa days on a regular basis.  

“I bet he made a big show of cooking dinner for you too.” Charlie shook his head and made a disgusted face after taking another sip of cheap, restaurant coffee.

“Yeah, he did! And you know what? I found the takeout boxes in the trash. Right on top! Bastard didn’t even bother to hide it right,” she said. She rolled her eyes and stabbed at the crusty, slightly hard cinnamon roll in front of her. “If he’d at least fucked the hell out of me I wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted to be all ‘romantic’ and 'loving’ and cuddle all night.”

“Fucking lame, dude,” Charlie said. “Remember the girl I was dating last year?”

“The redhead? Patty? Right?”

“Yeah, that was her. Well, she wanted to 'do something special for me’ and we ended up watching hockey all night,” he said.

“But, you don’t even like sports.” Marcie’s perfectly groomed eyebrows pushed closer together but never met.

“I know that. You know that. Apparently, the girl who had been dating me for eight months hadn’t figured it out. If she’d stopped talking about baseball, football, basketball, and whatever for five minutes, maybe she would have.”

“I’m glad we decided to spend Valentine’s together this year. You know, as single friends, just hanging out.” She smiled and stabbed her cinnamon roll again, sending a few frosted crumbs to the floor and several of the dryer ones into her cleavage.

“It’s good. Low key. We need to pick a place with better coffee and food next time though,” he said, casting a glare at his coffee and her partially stale roll.

“Yeah. And with less of those paper hearts. Hey, you ever notice that those cartoon hearts look more like spread pussies than actual hearts?”

He choked on his coffee which sent a few black splatters onto the table, laughed, looked around at all the paper hearts hanging from the ceiling and walls, and laughed harder.

“No. I hadn’t noticed but thanks for that,” he said when he finally calmed his laughter down enough to speak again. “Now, it’ll be all I see.”

“You’re welcome,” she said.

She pushed the little plate with the stale roll aside and shuffled the silverware and napkins for a moment.

“You know, you and I both wish we’d just been able to fuck our exes last Valentine’s without all the bullshit, right?” she asked.

“Yeah. I mean, that’s how relationships are though. Bullshit,” he said.

“Well, you and I are both single. We both hate bullshit…”

He put his coffee down and looked at her.

“What are you talking about?”

“We can go back to my place and I can show you my 'paper heart’ and we can go from there.” She’d never been good at hinting things, and he’d never been good at picking up hints, so she decided direct was the best way to go.

“No bullshit?”

“No bullshit.”

“Let’s do it.”

It wasn’t long before their checks were paid and they were out of the gaudily decorated restaurant, leaving behind most of her stale roll and his watered down coffee. It seemed to take even less time for them to drive to Marcie’s apartment.

“You don’t have to be gentle. Throw me around a little. You can even tear up these clothes. I was going to get rid of them next week anyway,” she said, opening the door to her apartment.

He pushed her in through the door, taking her by surprise, and spun her around to face him. With a kick, the door closed behind them. He shoved her against the wall, lifting her up a little so she had to stand on her toes, then leaned down and kissed her, driving his tongue between her lips.

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