“Ryland!” I whined. We were sitting in his living room listening to music together. “What?” he asked with a deep frown. “I hate this song, and you know it!” I said and pouted as The Happy Song by J Bigga played. Ryland used to blast it when he got high.

                “Sorry,” he said and changed it to Take Me Home, also by J Bigga. “It’s Valentine’s Day. Why don’t you boys do something?” Ryland’s stepdad, Danny, asked, coming into the room.

                “Because, we’re happy right here!” Ryland said with an affirmative nod. “Speak for yourself,” I grumbled. Ryland’s living room didn’t even have a TV in it. Just two couches, a chair, a coffee table, some pictures, and a windows. It wasn’t very fun.

                Ryland jumped up. “Wait! I’ll be right back Jamie! Stay right there. SIT YOUR ASS RIGHT FREAKING THERE!” He raced off down the hall towards his bedroom.

                “That kid. It’s like he never stopped smoking weed,” Danny said, sighing and shaking his head. I laughed and shrugged. “I’d kill him if he smoked it again, so I guess we’re all good,” I said and he smiled at me.

                Ryland reappeared with card in his hand and his mom trailing behind him. He jerked his thumb at her. “My mommy wanted to hear the beautiful poem I wrote you.”

                I rolled my eyes as he sat down and opened the card. “Okay! So this is for Jamie, who is you, and I wrote this all by myself!” he said proudly before clearing his throat as Danny and his mom sat down to listen to him read it.

                “V is for very much work went into this card. A is for all the glue I used to make this card. L is for the large vocabulary I used to write this poem thing. E is a nice letter, but P would have been better, because paper is something I ran out of around this point in time. N is for not smoking weed because you taught me it’s bad. T is for all the times I spelled shit wrong on this. I is for the I in your name. N is for no more N’s because I can’t think of anything else for them. E is for every time I think of you…which is a lot. S is for shut up Ryland you’re a cliché mofo. D is for dog, as in your dog who is adorable. L is for love, which is what I feel for you. Y is for you, because you’re the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

                He took a deep breath. “And…that’s all I’ve got.” He smiled a goofy smile. “Ryland…that was sweet. Or, the end of it was,” I said and laughed. He smiled proudly and came over to me, hugging me tightly.

                “That WAS sweet Ryland,” his mom said with a small smile towards the two of us. I kissed Ryland gently and he smiled at me. His parents left the room and we laid on the couch together, smiling at each other.

                “Did you get me chocolate Jamie?” Ryland asked eagerly. “Fuck you; you’re mom keeps Hershey Kisses in the dining room,” I said, rolling my eyes. He pouted. “I even wrote you that beautiful poem thingy and everything…kids these days. They just have no respect,” he said, shaking his head. I kissed him deeply and gently grinded my hips with his. I smirked. “There. I got you something.”

                “Jamie! That’s not what I wanted!” he whined and I laughed and hugged him tightly. “I love you, Ryland,” I said and kissed him deeply. “I love you more!” he whined. “Nu uh!” I argued. We both laughed and hugged each other.

                “I’ll go get you a Hershey Kiss. Maybe,” I said and he shook his head. “No. I’m fine with just a regular Jamie kiss. Besides, those are melted and melted chocolate gives me the Hershey squirts,” he said, making a face and shaking his head.

                “Lovely. You sure know how to set the mood Ryland,” I mumbled before kissing him deeply. He kissed me back lovingly and tangled his hands in my hair.

                “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Poet,” I said and he smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Sarcastic asshole who won’t get me chocolate.” We pressed our lips back together.