Hi everyone! I'm known as @Siriusly_fandoms here on Wattpad, but you can call me Sophie! You may know my books "A Note A Day" and "The Girl Who Read [and the Boy Who Kissed Her]". This is my third time being a part of the Wattpad Block Party, and I am very excited to present my Valentine's Day-themed A Note A Day one shot and a short Q&A. Recently, I've been rewatching The Office, and I thought it would be a cool experiment to write a short story with some of my characters as if they were in The Office. If you haven't seen The Office, you can just overlook the characters . . . It was mostly for my amusement to add them in there. Even if you haven't watched The Office (which I 10/10 recommend), you will still understand what's going on. Also, since Valentine's Day is also coming up, I thought, why not make it Valentine's Day themed? This is just a headcanon, meaning it is not an official piece of Charlotte and Teddy's story, but just a fun little thing I thought you guys would like. 

Valentine's Day

All of the red and white hearts and tacky, cutout Cupids made her heart deflate. It felt like the red was trying to attack her. She was being slowly surrounded by pink clothing, strangled by rose-colored streamers, smothered by pure white balloons . . .

All she needed to do was return one call to a woman asking for Dwight, who hadn't been in the office at that time, fax one last paper, and make forty copies of the paper currently taunting her at her desk. After that, she was done for the day. Michael said she didn't have to go to the Valentine's Day party, thank God. The last thing she wanted to do on a Friday night was watch her co-workers snuggle up close to their partners. No offense to Kevin, Andy, or the others, it just wasn't her favorite pastime. There were other things she would rather do than witness that.

Charlie opened her mouth to wish everyone a happy Valentine's Day, but closed it just as fast. They were all chatting it up in the break room, and suddenly they threw their heads back in laughter. They didn't see her leaving.

Charlie sighed and packed up her things for the night, a bag slung over her shoulder. Only a few months left. After it's all over, they'll have a small wedding, move to a suburban neighborhood, have the fenced-off, pale blue, squat house sat in the middle of a cul-de-sac. She would be working tirelessly on a short novel in the office adjacent to their room, and he would be teaching art at the high school around the corner. It would be perfect, just the two of them, together. Charlotte knew the distance would be hard, but it was just days like this that crushed her spirit just a little bit.

Of course, they FaceTimed and Skyped and called each other all of the time, but it still wasn't the same as being face to face with him. She could really use one of his Deluxe Teddy Hugs right now.

He was getting through art school with flying colors. Teddy always gave her the latest update on the compliments his teacher gave him. Last call, it was that the watercolor he painted of the stars really "showed the depth of our infinite world" and how we are just "waste products in the sublimity of this planet". Charlie made a note of that one.

"Hey, hey — leaving so soon?" Michael questioned, tapping his fist on Charlotte's desk.

"Yeah, uh," she fumbled around, shuffling some papers. "You- you said I could leave early, remember?"

"Yes, yes I did say that . . ." Michael sighed. "Fine, fine. But we're going to miss you, Charlotte."

She smiled, a strand of her hair falling into her face. "Thanks. Well, I'll see you around."

Charlotte pushed in her chair and stood up, giving Michael a small grin and a nod before walking out of the office, the fresh air hitting her face. She swung open her car door and threw her bag onto the passenger's seat, pulling out her phone. She clicked on his name and heard the ringing. It went to voicemail.

That was weird. He had been out of school for a few hours, and usually picked up. Especially on Valentine's Day; Charlotte thought he would have called at least once.

"Hey, just wondering if you were doing anything later, maybe we could FaceTime or something, I don't know, I'd understand if you were busy. Alright, talk to you later. Love you."

She sighed, shutting off her phone. Charlie squeezed her eyes shut for just a quick second, stepping out of her car before she could change her mind.

Up the stairs, through the main doors, into their office . . .

"Charlotte! Hey, look guys! It's Charlotte!" Michael announced, a couple people cheering in the background.

She had called Theodore three more times throughout the past three hours. She didn't understand why he wasn't picking up. It's not like she was worried he was doing something with someone or whatever, it was a safety concern. Yep. That's what it was.

"Is the boyfriend coming?" Phyllis asked, her lips curved and her eyebrows raised.

"No, he- he's in New York. Art school. I think I must have mentioned that at l-least, like, a couple times," she mumbled.

"Oh, I just thought we would get to meet him sooner or later," Phyllis whispered, glancing down.

"Sorry," Charlotte said quietly. "Just not having the greatest of days."

"Oh honey, it's alright," Phyllis cooed. "Have some of the pudding pie, it'll make you feel better."

"It always does," Charlotte smiled.

"Hey, who's that guy in the parking lot?" Gabe said, staring out the window. "I haven't seen him before, should we call the cops? Black hair, he's wearing a suit, has on a striped pink-and-white tie, looks like he's carrying something."

"Why isn't he running? Is he not bothered by the rain?" Meredith questioned.

"Oh God, we're going to be robbed. Okay, everyone calm down, calm down," Michael yelled, running for the phone.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. No, don't— that's—" Charlotte's heart floated to the top of her chest. "I've— I've got to go."

Charlotte sprinted, holding out both of her hands for the door, pushing her glasses up her nose.

He saw her and grinned a pearly grin, rain soaking his overgrown head of hair, her glasses blurring. She wasn't sure if it was because of the rain or her tears.

"God, you look gorgeous," he laughed, cupping her cheek with one hand and dipping his head, his cold, wet lips meeting hers. He was holding a wrapped box behind his back.

"Your present's getting drenched," he murmured against his lips.

"I don't care," Charlie mumbled back, looping her arm around his neck. "You're here, I don't understand, it's like a six-hour drive, I was calling you, and holy crap, I haven't seen you in months and I really need a Deluxe Theodore Hug right now."

"Anything," he whispered, handing her the present. "For you."

"Thanks," she said with a smile, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his torso. She felt her chest rise.

"Are those your co-workers?" Teddy inquired, raising and eyebrow.

"Where?" She looked around

"In, uh, the window."

Her eyes widened and she turned to the window. Michael waved.

Charlotte groaned and reluctantly waved back.

Teddy followed her into the building. Charlotte was clutching his present to her chest with one hand and holding his hand with her other. Her head, that just barely reached his shoulder, rested on him.

"Is this the boyfriend?" Angela said flatly.

Charlotte smiled grimly. "Y-yes, this is Theodore."

"Hi, I've, uh, heard a lot about you all," Teddy stated with a small wave, clearing his throat.

"We've heard a lot about you, too," Stanley piped up. "It's all the girl talks about."

Charlotte felt her face grow hot. "Let's go in the break room, I want to open the present."

"Sounds like a plan," Teddy responded, his blue eyes twinkling. "I hope you like it."

She scoffed. "Of course I'm going to like it."

She pulled out the flimsy chair and placed the present on the table. "I still can't believe you're here."

"Just open it!" he laughed, his elbows propped up on the table, his chin resting on his fists.

"Okay, okay . . ." She began to strip away the burgundy wrapping to leave her with a cardboard box. She gave teddy side eyes. He gave her a smile back.

She managed to rip off the duct tape and unfold the sides to see a Harry Potter mug. "Oh my gosh, it's Hufflepuff! Remember when I took the official quiz at your house?"

"I was thinking the same thing, actually," he grinned. "When you also got the badger as your patronus?"

"I'm Hufflepuff squared," she beamed.

"Look inside," he ushered, the smile still on his face.

"No way," she exclaimed.

"Way."

"It's the art!" she proclaimed. "What did he call it, a 'portrait of the inevitability of desolation within ourselves.'"

"Something like that," Teddy chuckled. There were crease marks in it from where it was folded. It was a sketch of two people from the waist down, a few raindrops and a small puddle next to them, the two people facing each other.

"Oh, it's even better in person. What's this?" Charlotte pulled out a small piece of paper, crinkled, a page full of scribbles. It had a few familiar puns and cheesy one-liners.

"It's, uh, what I used to plan the notes. If I saw something worthy of a note, I'd write it down there."

Charlotte hugged it to her chest. "I love it."

"There's, ah, one more thing. I think."

Charlie fished around in the mug and found a rolled up pet collar. "What's this for?"

"Well, remember when you were talking to me about how you didn't like how quiet your place was, and so I talked to your landlord and we came to an agreement, a few minor issues, but those can be smoothed over. I remember you saying you'd always liked animals, and cats especially, so for the time being, your roommate will be Sprinkles."

"W-what are you talking about?" Her heart had grown three sizes.

"She's at the shelter now, and whenever you're ready, we can pick her up. She's a small, three-month-old tabby cat, and I think you'll like her. if you're not comfortable with any of this, I can take her to my place in New York and we can deal with the rest once I get back, just in case you don't-"

"God, I love you so much," she whispered, and immediately jumped up and squeezed him so hard she thought he'd pop. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love her already. I love you. God, this is the best present."

"I'm glad you like it," he murmured, and she could feel his smile against her cheek. "Did you see your card?"

"No," she whispered back. "What'd it say?"

"'I adumbledore you."

She shook her head. "You ruined the moment."

He gave her another small kiss on the cheek and mumbled in her ear, "It was worth it. Happy Valentine's Day, Charlie."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Teddy."

Q&A

Where do you get your inspiration from?

I read, listen to music, and watch wayyy too many movies and tv shows. I think the ideals

I get from those and the everyday "what if"'s, putting myself in situations I'd perhaps find myself in in the future, gives me the content I need in a story.

How do you find all those lovely metaphors like in ANAD?

I actually just take things I find beautiful, destructive, etc. that I find intriguing, and I am able to spin it into the story. I always find myself looking at the stars, so I wanted to incorporate them into the story— especially if I could describe a person as the stars; that's the most intriguing way to describe something, I believe. Describing an infinite, mesmerizing thing as a person is so fun to do to me.

Do you take advantage of some events from your own life in your books?

I really wish at some points (AKA their relationship— goals!) and personality and thought-wise, I am very similar to Charlie, but I am sad to say I have not been camping with guys, have never been kissed before, have not had a sleepover with guys, etc. etc. I take advantage of more of my thoughts and feelings and emotions, rather than actions.

How do you come up with names?

Whenever I hear a name, I always keep it in the back of my mind to save for a book. Whether it be from a book, a movie, a friend, family member, or just a name I hear in passing, if it gives me a good vibe, I end up using it.

Are your books connected (like ANAD in Backseat Serenade)?

Yes! I try to connect them most of the time!

How old are you actually?

Fifteen, going on sixteen soon.

What's your favorite genre of books?

I am a huge sucker for romance, sue me.

Who's your favorite author on Wattpad?

I love beautyatwork, kpgcatlover and XxSkater2Girl16xX so much. Their books always make me so emotional.

What's your favorite book on Wattpad?

That is a hard one. I really don't think I can say. "Screenwalks" will forever be in my heart, along with anything by Jordan Lynde or Kay. "My Wattpad Love" and "My Life With the Walter Boys" are two of my favorite classics as well.

What's your life motto?

Goodness. I think my life motto is something like, "Keep working hard and never stop doing the things you love."

Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked this short little one shot and the questions and answer. A huge thank you to KellyAnneBlount for hosting again and welcoming me back. Wattpad is a place of hope and love, and I'm glad I get to share my writing with you!

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