“Rory! Rory! Rory!” I sang happily as I got in his car.

                “Why are you so excited?” he asked in annoyance.

                I grinned smugly as I unplugged his iPod and plugged mine in, blasting Adam Lambert. “Because today is Valentine’s Day, and I have the most amazing boyfriend in the entire world. Not only will I be getting laid tonight, but he’s going to be extra sweet and cliché to me today.”

                Rory rolled his eyes and shook his head. I sang along with the music until we got to school. I eagerly jumped out of the car and Rory followed me up and into the school.

                “Where is my boyfriend?” I demanded, looking around for him.

                “How the hell am I supposed to know? He’s probably picking Murphy up for school,” Rory said, leaning against the wall as I scanned the main lobby for any sign of Sebastian.

                My eyes widened and I spun around, gripping Rory’s shirt tightly. “Rory! He’s totally having a threesome with Liam and Murphy!” I cried in horror.

                Rory smacked my hands off and fixed his shirt. “Evan, I highly doubt that Sebastian is having a threesome with his best friend and a seven year old boy.”

                “You can’t prove that he’s not!” I said. I buried my face in my hands. “My boyfriend is a cheater! And a pedophile!”

                “Evan?”

                I spun around and narrowed my eyes at Sebastian. Murphy was standing next to him, watching me curiously.

                “You are a horrible person! I can’t believe you had sex with a child!” I said, reaching out and slapping Sebastian.

                Sebastian stared at me in surprise as he rubbed his cheek. “What in the world are you talking about?” he asked in confusion.

                “I know you had a threesome with Liam and Murphy!” I crossed my arms and turned away from him stubbornly. The rotten, no good cheater!

                Sebastian reached out and gently turned me so that I was facing him. He looked into my eyes and I felt myself getting lost in his gaze.

                “Evan, you are the only person I have ever had sex with. I didn’t have a threesome with Liam and Murphy. I’m not a pedophile. You’re the only boy I want to have a relationship with, physically and emotionally,” he said.

                “You’re eyes are so pretty Sebastian.”

                “Evan, did you even hear a word I just said?”

                “Something about sex.”

                “Is that all you ever think about when you talk to me?”

                “No! I think about other things. Like…your eyes. Or your sexy body. Or how ugly Rory is. Oh, but I’m always thinking about that. It’s hard not to. Do you him standing there being all ugly? Gosh, it’s just a crime.”

                Sebastian sighed and pulled me into a hug. He smiled and leaned down, kissing me deeply. He pulled away and I grinned.

                “So, what are we doing for Valentine’s Day? Did you get me something? Or is your rich self going to take us somewhere?” I asked eagerly.

                “Well, you’re coming over after school,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

                “And what are we doing there?” I asked, bouncing down.

                Sebastian chuckled and held me down, kissing my cheek. “You’ll see when we get there,” he said with a wink.

                I spun to face Rory. “Are you and Yolanda doing anything?”

                “Andrea,” he grumbled. “Her name is Andrea, you moron. And yes. I’m going to her house.”

                “What? But you’re not even dating! Jeez Rory, are you getting laid?” I asked suspiciously.

                Rory smirked and shrugged. “Just worry about you and Sebastian.”

                “EW, EW, EW. RORY HAS A SEX LIFE. GROSS. GET THAT IMAGE OUT OF MY HEAD SEBASTIAN,”I said, slapping my hands over my ears and shaking my head violently.

                Sebastian sighed and took my hand in his, pulling me towards our lockers. I looked up at him and smiled, pulling him to a stop and kissing him. Sebastian smiled and we continued on to our lockers.

                At the end of the day, I followed Sebastian out to his car. We got in together and he took the liberty of plugging in my iPod and playing Adam Lambert.

                “God, you’re friggin’ amazing!” I said happily, nodding my head along as “Better Than I Know Myself” played.

                He smiled, grabbing my hand as he drove. A few minutes later, he pulled into his driveway and the two of us got out together.

                We went inside and he led me upstairs. I sniffed the air curiously and felt my mouth starting to water as I smelled his mom’s cooking.

                “Hello Sebastian. Hello Evan. I’m almost done making something for you two to eat. Sebastian, after I’m done cooking, your father and I are going out for Valentine’s Day. So make sure you clean up after yourselves,” Mrs. Amsel said, coming out of the kitchen.

                “I’ll clean up. Thank you mom,” Sebastian said, smiling at her before leading me into his bedroom.

                He shut the door and we sat on his bed together. We laid down and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close and kissing my neck.

                Sebastian reached under his bed, his hand reappearing holding a bag with tissue paper in it. He handed it to me and kissed my cheek.  

                “YES!” I shouted, causing Sebastian to wince. I smiled innocently and leaned forward, nibbling on his ear playfully.

                “Evander,” he said, laughing and pushing my face away from him.

                I pouted. “Do not call me Evander, Sebby!”

                Now Sebastian pouted, looking absolutely adorable. “I will take that gift back!” he threatened.

                I snarled at him and held it away from him. “Mine!” I grunted. I shifted so that I was sitting up, and Sebastian copied me.

                He pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I turned my head and kissed his cheek before pulling the tissue paper out of the bag and looking at its contents.

                “YEEEEEEEEEEE! I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT I JUST SQUEALED LIKE A LITLE GIRL. SEBASTIAN! CAN YOU READ THIS SHIRT? CAN YOU FRIGGIN’ READ IT?” I pulled the shirt out and shoved it in his face. “READ IT!”

                He laughed, pushing the shirt away from his face. “Well, the back says Amsel, and under that there’s the number 17. And the front says Varsity Lacrosse,” he said, smiling. “And that’s your favorite of my shirts, and you’re always begging to borrow it. So, it’s yours now.”

                That’s what I loved about Sebastian. He didn’t feel the need to go all-out with gift buying or super fancy dinners. He knew that something as simple as a shirt with his name and number on it would make me happy.

                Seriously, changing my name to Evangeline, growing my hair out, and getting breast implants.

                Well, not seriously. But…yea. Seriously.

                “Oh! Here,” I said, bending over to my backpack and unzipping it. I pulled out a horribly wrapped gift and thrust it into Sebastian’s hands. “This is yours!”

                Sebastian bit his lip so that he wouldn’t laugh at my wrapping job. He peeled the paper off and smiled lightly at the gift.

                “Thank you Evan. It’s perfect,” he said, kissing me deeply.

                “It’s just a picture of us in a frame that my mom bought,” I mumbled. My eyes widened. “I mean, it’s a picture of us in a frame that cost me a lot of money that I totally picked out myself. Jeez Sebastian, you better be freaking grateful. That picture frame cost me my house, my father’s left leg, and my pet turtle.”

                “Evan, I saw this frame on sale at Wal-Mart last week. But it’s not that. It’s just the fact that you know me well enough to know I love simple things like this,” he said, his smile growing as he held me to himself and kissed me again. “A picture of us together means a lot to me. Also, you don’t have a turtle.”

                “Because I sold him to get the frame,” I said, rolling my eyes at Sebastian’s stupidity.

                “I love you Evan. Happy Valentine’s Day,” Sebastian said, laughing and kissing my cheek.

                “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, baby! Now let’s go eat your mom’s cooking!” I said, grinning widely.

                “It’s not ready yet. So until then, we can stay here,” he said, laying back down and pulling me with him. I smiled and pecked his lips, beyond grateful that I got to spend Valentine’s Day with this sexy, lovely boyfriend of mine. I loved Sebastian so much, and he loved me. I don’t know if Cupid shot us in the ass with arrows, but I knew one thing I was going to get in the ass tonight.

                “I love you Sebastian,” I said, smiling happily and hugging him.