Author: Piper Elizabeth PM
Told from each of their points of views, Josh tries to plan the perfect Valentine’s Day for Andy, but something is standing in his way.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 5 - Words: 12,457 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 02-19-08 - Published: 02-10-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4065820
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Title: Valentine's Day
Rating: T for normal teenage behavior and some language.
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Summary: Told from each of their points of views, Josh tries to plan the perfect Valentine's Day for Andy, but something is standing in his way.
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
Part 1 - Josh
I forced my right eye open. The bright red numbers of my alarm clock blinded me. I threw my blankets over my head until I heard Lori shout my name for a third time. I knew that if I didn't give up, she was going to have my head. I stumbled out of bed, swearing loudly as my foot got caught in my sheet. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, my face was planted on the floor. As I picked myself up off the floor, the door swung open. Lori was standing in my doorway and even though my eyes were still blurry, I could tell that she was mad.
"Josh, I swear, if you don't…" she yelled.
"I'm up!" I yelled back, pushing past her to get into the bathroom.
I did not want to be late again. Another lateness meant detention. With only ten minutes to get in the car and make it to school before the bell rang, I managed to brush my teeth, find a clean T-Shirt and only slightly worn Jeans, and even throw some gel in my hair to get the 'I don't want you to think I care about my hair, but I really do' look. Kyle and Lori were already in my mom's car in the driveway when I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth and ran out the door. I climbed into the backseat.
"Next time I'm leaving without you," Lori warned, starting the car. If she was going to throw anger and sarcasm in my face, I was going to throw it right back.
"I'll remember that when Kyle fixes my car and I'm back to driving your sorry butt to school or rather, not driving if the attitude continues."
Lori threw the car in drive and sped away. I leaned between the two front seats.
"And speaking of fixing my car," I said to Kyle.
"I promise I'll work on it after school," Kyle replied.
That was good enough for me. I sat back and waited until we arrived at school. Lori parked in one of the only spots left available and we all piled out of the car. Lori immediately headed off on her own and Kyle followed. I knew we were running super late by the fact that there was no one mingling outside the building that some would call a school, but I liked to call hell. Sighing, I briskly walked towards the front doors.
As I entered the building, I was able to breathe easy when I saw that the bell hadn't yet run. I made my way past the students who were still mingling in the hallway while I scanned the crowd. I was looking for Andy, who I knew was probably waiting in our usual meeting spot, the boy's bathroom where we had first met. As I glanced at the time on my cell phone, I knew that I wouldn't make it there and to my locker before the bell rang. And if I didn't grab my history homework out of my locker, I was going to be in trouble. I was hoping to catch her before she got to her class, but actually finding her was easier said than done. Normally I'd be on the lookout for the blonde hair but it had been almost two weeks since I had seen those blonde locks I loved so much. Of course, I actually saw her every day, but her hair had been replaced with wigs of various styles and colors and I never knew what she would be wearing. The one thing I knew I could count on was the skirts she always wore. Nothing was going to stop her from wearing what she loved.
I still hadn't seen her when I reached my locker. As I switched the biology book that was in my backpack for the history book in my messy locker, I saw Ben, my friend and next door locker neighbor, heading towards me.
"Hey," he said, working on his combination lock.
"Hey," I replied, closing my locker.
"You know, I was this close to Kelly's bra last night…"
"Dude, no need for details," I scoffed. Sure, Kelly was pretty hot, but I still didn't need to hear about what she and Ben were doing last night.
"Yeah well, in the middle of us making out, she brings up Valentine's Day."
"Ooh…rough. You must be doing something wrong, man for her to want to talk while you're making out."
"Funny," he said, slamming his locker shut. We both began to walk down the hallway together towards history. I still was on the lookout for Andy, but I had a feeling that I wouldn't fine her. Her English class was on the other side of the school.
"Anyway," he continued, "she stops me because she wants to know what we're doing for Valentine's Day."
"What did you tell her?"
"It was a surprise."
"Yeah, except now she's expecting this big evening. Not to mention that she basically told me that she wants a nice, big present."
"What exactly did she say?"
"Something like…" he changed his voice to sound like hers. "A surprise? I can't wait! My present this year better be bigger and better than last year. After all, it is our second Valentine's Day together." I was impressed just how much he actually sounded like her.
"What did you get her last year?"
"Carnations and a stuffed bear."
"Dude, everyone knows that on Valentine's Day you at least spring for roses."
I saw pink hair out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was Andy, I stopped walking, but soon realized that the girl I saw was at least a foot taller than Andy.
"If you're so smart, what are you and Andy doing?"
We kept walking.
I shrugged. "Valentine's Day's still like a week away."
"Try five days, man."
"Five days…a week…doesn't matter. There's still plenty of time. I do my best thinking under pressure."
"Yeah, that means you got nothin'," Ben said as he walked into the classroom.
I hesitated before following him. He was right, I had nothing. I hadn't even started thinking about Valentine's Day. I had been so all-consumed with making sure I was with Andy at every moment of her chemo and treatments that Valentine's Day had never even entered into my mind. As I walked into the classroom I wondered what exactly I was going to do.
Part 2 – Andy
I felt my head growing heavier, my eyes starting to close. I quickly picked my head up off my hand and tried to concentrate on my teacher. We were supposed to be translating what she said in English into French, but I could barely understand what she was saying in English, no matter what it translated to in French. What did I need French for anyway? I had more important things going on than learning how to say, "where's the bathroom?" Of course, that could come in handy if I were to ever receive chemo in France and needed a place to throw up.
I pondered the thought of what it must be like to go to France when I yawned, not because I had chemo the day before and it made me tired or anything like that, but because Josh and I had stayed up until almost three AM playing G-Force. I was proud to say that I kicked his butt three times in a row.
In the middle of my teacher saying, 'the airport is two blocks away,' the bell rang. I practically jumped out of my seat and ran out of the room. I scanned the overcrowded hallways for Josh as I made my way to my locker. We were going on period three and we hadn't yet seen each other. Usually we met outside the boy's bathroom each morning before school actually started, but I assumed Josh had gotten a late start, as usual, and didn't have time. It wouldn't be the first time that happened.
I stopped at my locker, ditching my French book and notebook. I didn't want to even think about French for the rest of the day.
"Love the look."
I shut my locker and saw Kelly standing beside me. Although I never really considered myself to have female friends since I always seemed to relate better with the male species, Kelly was I guess what you could consider a friend. On the outside she looked like any other girl in the school who cared more about her looks than anything else, but, after spending the entire year with our lockers side by side, I learned that she was more than that. She turned out to be very easy to talk to and she had an awesome home theater system at her house.
'The look' she was referring to was my chocolate brown hair that came to my mid-back. It was one of my favorite wigs. Kelly was one of the few people who felt comfortable joking about my ever changing hair. Everyone else liked to pretend that my wigs didn't exist.
"Thanks," I said. "Hey, have you seen Josh at all?"
"I saw him running in this morning. Looked like he was running a little late."
"Yeah, typical Josh."
We both began to walk, heading for the gym.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Kelly asked.
"Sure," I responded.
"What are you and Josh doing for Valentine's Day?"
Valentine's Day? Was it really that time of the year again when red and pink hearts seemed to take over the world? In the past I loathed Valentine's Day. Not because I had spent every Valentine's Day alone, but because I the entire holiday is just a ploy to get people to spend money on cards and candy. And yet, as soon as she said 'Josh' and 'Valentine's Day' in the same sentence, it started to take on a new meaning.
"I don't know. We haven't really discussed it."
"I bet he's surprising you with something."
"Josh? Surprise? I don't think so."
"Well, he's got to do something. I mean, it's your first Valentine's Day together. Even Ben remembered to do something last year. It was terrible, but he remembered. I could give him some pointers if you want."
"That's alright," I said. "It's only Valentine's Day. It's just a stupid holiday."
Even as I said it, I didn't believe it.
We walked into the gym where my dread continued. Two soccer nets were set up on either end of the gym. I hated soccer. Actually, I didn't mind soccer, but I hated picking teams for soccer. Ever since I had revealed that I had cancer, half of my phys ed class picked me first because they felt badly for me, but then would never pass me the ball because they thought I was going to break while the other half didn't want me on their team because I was the 'sick' girl. I hated being the last person standing on the blue line like I had some contagious, deadly disease. Why couldn't we just be playing ping pong?
"You okay?" Kelly asked me as we walked across the gym towards the girl's locker room.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna…run to the bathroom."
"Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine," I lied. I wasn't fine. The damn chemo made me more emotional than a pregnant woman and I hated it. Things like Valentine's Day and getting picked last at soccer would never have bothered me if I wasn't pumped full of drugs.
"I'll tell Mrs. Clark that you're going to be late," Kelly offered.
"Thanks," I said before turning back. No other student would be able to get away with having a friend tell a teacher that they were going to be late because they had to go to the bathroom. But I wasn't just another student - I was Andy and I had cancer and I couldn't stand to be picked last again.
I walked through the deserted hallways and towards the bathroom. As I turned the corner, I felt a person's body slam up against mine.
"Sorry," I mumbled until I noticed who I had bumped into. "Josh!"
"Hey," he replied. I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Soccer, huh?" I nodded. "Well, you just tell me who doesn't pick you and I'll kick their ass."
"Josh, you couldn't kick anyone's ass if you tried," I said, letting go of him. "Where were you this morning? I waited for you."
"Lori almost made us late. That girl can spend more time in front of the bathroom mirror than anyone else I know."
"So it was all Lori's fault, huh?" I asked, knowing that it wasn't.
"Love the hair," he complimented. I could tell that he was trying to change the subject.
"Thanks," I replied. "So, what are you doing out here instead of being in class? Because I'm pretty sure that one more mistake and there's going to be a spot in detention that's got your name on it."
"Chill. I'm running a note to the office for Mrs. West," he said, showing me a folded up piece of paper that he had in his hand. "And where are you going?"
"Girls or boys?" He asked with a smirk on his face. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he began to scheme.
"Girls. Now go deliver your note."
I gave him a peck on the cheek and began to walk away towards the bathroom. He reached for my arm and pulled me back. Before I could even protest, his lips were on mine. The kiss was quick, but it was definitely the pick me up that I needed.
"See you after school," he said, smiling.
I shook my head. "Sorry, I've got plans."
"You know my moms like planning these girls only days. They think it's important to spend time with me or something. Well, this afternoon is one of those days."
"And what exactly do you do on a girl's day?"
"Today would be spa day," I answered very seriously.
He laughed. "You? At a spa?"
"It was my mom's idea. Besides, it's worth it to see Alex."
"So you've been to this place before? Wait…who's Alex?"
I smiled to myself. Jealousy was a very powerful tool. Not to mention that it made him make this very cute face.
"A personal massager. He's got great hands and he does this amazing back massage…"
"Yeah, well, you tell this Alex that if he puts his hands anywhere other than your back, I'll kick his ass."
"That is the second time you've threatened to kick someone's ass and I still don't think you can actually do it," I teased. He kissed me again. "But you are very good at that."
"Well, I had a very good teacher."
"We should go before we get in trouble."
"Have fun with your moms," he said. "But not too much fun. Don't forget to tell Alex what I said."
I laughed. "I won't. I promise."
"I'll call you later," he said.
I nodded and began to walk away down the hallway when I heard him call my name.
"We're going to get in trouble, you know," I said, turning.
"Just one more quick question."
"How do you feel about Valentine's Day?"
Author's Note: I hadn't really planned on writing another Jandy story until I completed the Harry Potter story that I'm currently in the middle of, but the idea for this story came to me when I was sitting in class the other day learning about reference services (which is very boring, by the way). I decided I wanted to do something a little different than what I normally do, however, and that included doing the different points of view. I hope you like the first chapter. I hope to have the rest posted by Valentine's Day (if real life doesn't get in the way). Thanks for reading and please review!