Post by Alex Valentine on Feb 14, 2007 13:48:31 GMT -5
Valentine's Day.
Yuck, Alex thought. This was definitely the day he hated most. His bloody namesake.
He stretched out on his sofa and yawned, trying to ignore memories of last year's Valentine's Day. That had been such a great day...
He and Ellie had gone to Central Park and had had a romantic picnic by the pond. Then he'd taken her to the university's Valentine's formal.
God, she'd looked so beautiful. Her honey blonde hair had been scooped up, with a single curl hanging over her face. And her sea blue eyes had been filled with laughter...
He remembered how they'd slowdanced, and she'd had her arms around his neck and had whispered in his ear that she loved him.
That was part of the reason he wasn't going to this "prom".
Ellie had been such an amazing woman. She was beautiful... her hair would shine in the sun, and it was so soft, and it smelt so good... and her eyes... God, her eyes. They sparkled like the sun on the sea, and Alex didn't give a crap how cheesey that sounded. They did.
And she was so witty, and intelligent. She smiled all of the time. She had the ability to figure out people's interests within a few seconds of meeting them, and she could always offer an opinion on them. She was also incredibly intelligent, and wanted to become a neurosurgeon. She was also kind; she warmed people up, like a fire. She was incredibly funny. She was also very sensual and flirty. She loved old corny black-and-white movies, and was addicted to Christmas films like It's A Wonderful Life and Miracle On 34th Street, and Laurel and Hardy. It was weirdly endearing. Her smile captured everyone, and she had guys lining up to go out with her, and she'd chosen Alex.
That was the other reason he wasn't going.
He didn't have a girlfriend, because he was still in love with Ellie. In his eyes, no one could compare to her. Yes, she'd cheated on him, but he still loved her.
Alex swallowed, switching on the TV. Stanley Laurel and Ollie Hardy appeared on the screen.
He made an anguished sound and threw a cushion at the TV.
Yuck, Alex thought. This was definitely the day he hated most. His bloody namesake.
He stretched out on his sofa and yawned, trying to ignore memories of last year's Valentine's Day. That had been such a great day...
He and Ellie had gone to Central Park and had had a romantic picnic by the pond. Then he'd taken her to the university's Valentine's formal.
God, she'd looked so beautiful. Her honey blonde hair had been scooped up, with a single curl hanging over her face. And her sea blue eyes had been filled with laughter...
He remembered how they'd slowdanced, and she'd had her arms around his neck and had whispered in his ear that she loved him.
That was part of the reason he wasn't going to this "prom".
Ellie had been such an amazing woman. She was beautiful... her hair would shine in the sun, and it was so soft, and it smelt so good... and her eyes... God, her eyes. They sparkled like the sun on the sea, and Alex didn't give a crap how cheesey that sounded. They did.
And she was so witty, and intelligent. She smiled all of the time. She had the ability to figure out people's interests within a few seconds of meeting them, and she could always offer an opinion on them. She was also incredibly intelligent, and wanted to become a neurosurgeon. She was also kind; she warmed people up, like a fire. She was incredibly funny. She was also very sensual and flirty. She loved old corny black-and-white movies, and was addicted to Christmas films like It's A Wonderful Life and Miracle On 34th Street, and Laurel and Hardy. It was weirdly endearing. Her smile captured everyone, and she had guys lining up to go out with her, and she'd chosen Alex.
That was the other reason he wasn't going.
He didn't have a girlfriend, because he was still in love with Ellie. In his eyes, no one could compare to her. Yes, she'd cheated on him, but he still loved her.
Alex swallowed, switching on the TV. Stanley Laurel and Ollie Hardy appeared on the screen.
He made an anguished sound and threw a cushion at the TV.
