#theyards

Minutes were passing by agonizingly slowly in your studio, your body was abandoned on the couch as your eyes blankly wandered around: a great pile of papers on your desk you had to read and sign, and a clock hanging on the wall right above your head, its tickings were echoing in your brain so noisily that you were about to have a headache. You groaned as your eyes moved on the little calendar you had stolen from your dad's office, your sadness growing when you read the date, February 13th. 'Great...' you thought, 'the best way to spend the Sunday before Valentine's Day.'. Then you realized, fuck, the day after was going to be Valentine's Day!

You passed your hands on your face as you thought at how frustrating that day was for you every year, especially if it was a working day, all your coworkers would have coquettishly bragged about their partners taking them to awesome, romantic dates. Then the usual bitch would have turned towards you to ask you how you would have spent that day, in a fake nice tone, all of this just to tease you, because she already would assume you were going to stay at home, maybe chatting on the phone with your best friend Julie or just watching some gross cheesy romantic comedy. The idea already made shivers of annoyance run through your spine.

But actually, there was someone you would gladly go on a date with: Willie Gutierrez, a friend of your group, so handsome but so unreachable to you. He treated you like his best buddy, you were completely out of his league. Just by thinking about him, your cheeks turned a fiery red, you laid down on the couch and grabbed a cushion, pressing it against your face to squeal in it, your excited squeals muffled, you felt very dork in that moment, like a teenager girl simping over the jock of high school. Oh, yes, a date with him would be marvelous, like in a fairytale since you knew him: he was famous among his exes to be a perfect date organizer, romantic, seductive, a bit cheesy and VERY passionate in bed, a bit kinky too...

Or at least, this is what his exes used to say. Not that you had had fantasies about a night of hot sex with him, of course, you thought as you cleared your throat.

You immediately got up from the couch, taken by a wave of determination, you weren't going to spend Valentine's Day alone again, ok you didn't have a partner, but there must have been a way to include someone in your loneliness and to have fun together with. You ran over the phone and quickly composed a number, impatiently waiting for a response from the other side.

"Hello?" a voice called and you gasped in happiness, that was the voice of salvation in that moment.

"Julie! Hi, watcha doing?" you asked, it was a relief to hear your best friend as desperate as you were. This made you feel less lonely.

"Nothin', just got out of the bathtub, I was about to start shaving." She replied distractedly, that answer completely destroyed your expectations right in front of your eyes. But you didn't want to step to conclusions already.

"S-Shaving? Why, got any plans for tonight? Are you going to the club?" You asked, masking your shaking voice, and nervously scratching your neck. You swallowed down when you heard a laugh to the other side of the phone.

"No, silly!" she giggled, "I got a date with a girl tomorrow! Isn't it awesome?!" She then excitedly announced, expecting you to match her energy, but you just hung up. Your best pal left you on the sinking ship to jump on the lifeboat with their mystery partner. But then you remembered she had this skill of meeting random people and getting with them. She was able to meet some fella from Italy, France, or even Australia or Scotland. It was a hidden talent of hers.

You snorted and returned back to your couch with heavy steps, making your body collapse on it and melt on it. You were about to fall asleep, your eyelids heavy out of boredom and your mind just waiting for tomorrow to come so it would at least pass by flatly like other years.

Until someone rang at the intercom. You were confused, but went picking up: it was the doorman of the flat where you lived, summoning you down to his lodge to take on a... rose bouquet? Your concern grew, but also your curiosity. So you got a jacket and went downstairs to the lodge. A big bouquet of roses was there indeed, and they seemed to be actual flowers, not plastic ones.

"Hey, Ernest, huh... these are very nice flowers, but who gave them to you?" you asked the doorman, who was leaning against the door of his lodge while making his own cigarette.

"A postman, I guess." he replied, before licking the rolling paper to close it. You rolled his eyes.

"Did he tell you about the sender of these?" you insisted, blushing as you detailed that bouquet, little dewdrops on the petals to witness how fresh those roses were. He shrugged, taking the cigarette in his mouth and liting it up.

"Nope. The postman told me that the sender wanked to stay anonymous. Happy early Valentine's Day, I guess." He muttered grumpily, getting in his lodge, and slamming the door shut at his face, coughing as he did so.

A note slipped out of the bouquet as you climbed the stairs again to get back in your apartment, you noticed and picked it up.

'Dear Y/N,

I can't believe I finally found the courage to send  you these roses, I'm a bit shaking while writing these words on this silly little paper.

Guess what, I'll be your secret Valentine this year! Ain't it awesome?

Please meet me in front of the theatre at 9 P.M. tomorrow, and get pretty for me <3.

with love,

                                                                               your biggest fan.'

Saying that you weren't flattered would have been a lie: your face was all red, and a big smile appeared on your face. The idea of not knowing who the author was looked so appealing to you. For a moment, your mind fantasized, what if your beloved Willie did you this beautiful gift, inviting you out on a date anonymously? Oh, the idea was so good, so sweet and... so arousing for some reason. You left the roses on your desk rushing on your bed to touch yourself, that fantasy created other ones in your mind, way less innocent and cute.

"Willie...!" you moaned as you came, your mind replacing your fingers with his. A smile appeared on your face, satisfied as you panted.

After you enjoyed the last shivers of your orgasm, your mind got roughly hit by reality: you were about to go on a date with a complete stranger! Or even worse, no one was about to wait for you in front of the theatre tomorrow. You were fearing it was all a prank of your bitch colleague. You watched the note again, it had no familiar calligraphy. Even worse, you couldn't even try to guess who the sender of those goddamn flowers was. Whatever the truth was, you didn't want to risk. You decided to stay home again on Valentine's Day, again, better than enduring on humiliation, or worse.

So you just got to sleep.

The day after, you spent you time like every other day: having breakfast, taking a shower, going to work, suffering the existence of those geese of your coworkers, getting back home, cooking yourself dinner and watching TV. More specifically, watching a gross cheesy romantic comedy while eating ice cream. Oh, no, this time it wasn't it, but a boring spanish romantic sitcom. But the soirée was passing by to boringly that you were starting to get more and more interested in the love story between Alejandro and Gabriela.

Your brain soon couldn't resist anymore, and completely turned you off.

Your sleep had been so deep that you barely heard someone insistenty ringing and punching your door, calling your name out lord.

"...! ..N...! Y/N...! Y/N!" A male voice yelled from outside, the stranger's fists punching on your door. You woke up in a startle, and got scared for that chaos, who the fuck was doing all that noise?! But the more you woke up, the more that male voice sounded similar to...

"Willie!" you exclaimed and jumped off the couch, rushing to the door and opening it. Willie was there, his clothes fancy but all messy, and his hair ruffled, he had a little heart-shaped chocolates box.

"You scared me half to death!" he exclaimed, visibly panicked. You frowned.

"What? Why, what happened?" you asked, thank goodness he hadn't noticed the mess in your house. "I was waiting for you! The date was at 9 P.M., it's midnight now!" he explained in a whine, passing his fingers in his wavy black hair. His words hit your heart... were you right?

"Wait, hold on... is it a fucking joke?" you asked frustrated, looking in the corridor to try to see if you could catch your coworkers. But it was just him, childishly shaking his head at your question.

"No joke. I invited you anonymously, and prepared a big thing to make you wonder who your secret Valentine was. I kind of expected you would doubt, but I was hopeful." He started explaining, as you let him in, and gave him a glass of water. You were thankful he wasn't minding the chaos of your house. "I understood that you weren't going to arrive anymore around 10:30, so I decided to call you. I called you a lot, and you weren't picking up the phone... and I ran here. I was so worried..." he then murmured, looking down after having drank his water in one gulp as if it was whiskey. Your eyes got wet and your cheeks got red at his explanation, he ... actually invited you on a date. You were right!

"But Willie... why me? Why you wanted to invite me? You're always surrounded by gorgeous people!" you mentioned, and cupped his face, he surprisingly leaned against your touch and kissed your palm.

"What's the point of having gorgeous people around if I can't have the one I want?" he asked, in a very soft tone of voice, you never heard him speaking that way.

"What are you-...!" you got interrupted by him, suddenly putting his arms around your waist, and pulled you close for a fond, long kiss. You gasped at his sudden gesture, you could feel your whole body on fire and melting against his, you had dreamt of this for so much! And you could feel he wasn't confident and charming as usual, he was pretty nervous.

When he parted from your lips, he goofily smiled, his cheeks red and his eyes wet too.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N. I love you."