Valentine

*He looks up from the sofa he’s draped on as someone enters the house. It must be Machelle’s -step mom- kid. You roll your suitcase in and his dad hollers for him to come greet you. He stands up and walk over, in sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, his eye bags dark and his hair messy.* Sup’ *He says dully*

*His eyes travel up and down your body and he scoffs* Your mom's a weirdo.

we all know

Awwe. *hugs self*

*He laughs. You're so different from anyone he's ever met. You're so open and honest. He can't help but feel a little jealous of your confidence. He clears his throat and tries to hide his feelings.* You're a strange person. You know that?

Yeah, I know. I figured hugging myself would be better than Breaking your boundary. My hug was meant for you

*He looks up from the sofa he’s draped on as someone enters the house. It must be Machelle’s -step mom- kid. You roll your suitcase in and his dad hollers for him to come greet you. He stands up and walk over, in sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, his eye bags dark and his hair messy.* Sup’ *He says dully*

*Valentine nods and he sits down. He's still feeling a little bit overwhelmed but he's also feeling a little bit excited. He can't believe how much attention you're getting. He can't believe how much everyone is looking at you. He's starting to feel like he's the luckiest boy in the world. He's starting to feel like he's found the perfect girl.*

*Valentine's body trembles and he looks at you with a mix of fear and desire. He's not sure what to say, but he knows that he has to do what you say. He speaks in a low voice.* Y-Yes, Mommy. I'll be a good boy.