There was a knock on my door and I opened it. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Pierce said with a smile, holding up a teddy bear with a heart. I laughed and took the bear. “Hi Pierce. Come on in!” I said and stepped aside.

                He entered my house and we went upstairs. He greeted my parents in the living room before we went to my bedroom. I set the bear down and kissed Pierce lovingly. “So what are we doing?” I asked and he smiled and shrugged innocently.

                “I figured we could go out to eat,” he said and I nodded. He took my hand and we left my bedroom. “Mom, Pierce and I are going out to eat,” I said. “Okay Andre. Do you have money?” I opened my mouth to say no, but Pierce spoke first.

                “It’s okay, Mrs. Ryan! I’m paying,” Pierce said with a smile. “Are you sure, Pierce?” dad asked with a frown. Pierce nodded happily. “Yea!” he said and squeezed my hand lovingly. My parents smiled at him. They constantly told me how much they approved of Pierce and how good he was for me.

                “Have fun boys,” they called as we left the house. We held hands and talked casually as we walked to the restaurant. They sat us when we got there and we picked up our menus.

                “I always run into you guys at restaurants, don’t I?”

                We looked up and smiled at Shailer. His parents were standing behind him patiently. “Aw, you single Shailer?” Pierce asked and Shailer rolled his eyes. “Relationships are overrated,” he said with a shrug.

                He smirked at us. “Especially you two. You’re terrible together,” he said. “Shailer Sanchez!” his mom said angrily. “Aw, they know I’m just messing around, mom,” Shailer said with an innocent smile to her.

                His parents didn’t know he was one of the biggest man whores in the school. They thought he was a good boy. Thought he was innocent. A proper temple. Ha, as if. I liked Shailer, but he was definitely an addicted partying man whore.

                “Come on Shailer; we’re interrupting their dinner. That’s very rude. Let’s go sit,” his mom said and placed a hand on his shoulder. He sighed. “Sorry guys. Have a good dinner. And happy Valentine’s Day,” he said with a smile.

                “Bye Shailer. Bye Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez,” we said and waved to them as they continued on to a table. “It’s so weird how his parents could end up with such a fucked up whore of a son,” Pierce said, laughing and shaking his head. “They’re, like, the best parents ever and Shailer’s just this fucked up kid.”

                I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand over the table. “I like Shailer. He’s not an asshole, he just does bad things,” I said with a shrug. Pierce laughed again. “Yea. He’s a real nice guy, just, you know, likes to take it and give it more than he should for his age.”

                We got our food and began to eat casually. “So are you up for hanging out tonight?” Pierce asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin. I shrugged and bit my lip nervously. Pierce grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

                “Andre, hang out means hang out. Nothing more. I told you; I’m not going to pressure you to do something you don’t want to do. I’m perfectly fine with just cuddling and kissing you. Please don’t ever feel you need to fuck me to have a good time,” he said and leaned over the table to press his lips to mine gently.

                “I love you Pierce. So, so much,” I said with a small smile. We finished eating and went to Pierce’s house. He popped in a movie and we curled up on his couch together.

                He held me tightly and kissed me gently. “I love you, Andre. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything besides the bear,” he said apologetically.

                “Pierce, you got me the bear and bought me dinner. I’m sorry that I didn’t get you anything at all,” I said with a sad sigh. “Andre, you’re dating me. The fuck more could I possibly ask for?” he asked and kissed me deeply.

                “Besides, you get me stuff all the time. I figured Valentine’s Day could be a good excuse to buy you a cliché teddy bear and some dinner,” he added with a smile. I rested my head on his chest. “Pierce, I love you. I hope we’re together forever,” I whispered. “We will be. I love you too, Andre,” he said and kissed me. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”