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Eddy sighed as he looked at the valentine given to him way back when he was just 12 years old with sorrow.
The holiday was swiftly approaching, and Peach Creek High School was decked with decorations: Hearts taped along the walls and cupids hanging from the cafeteria ceiling. Relationships began to blossom as he witnessed other students shyly giving their crushes bouquets of flowers and boxes of candies. Then of course there was the Valentine’s Ball, where students could express their newfound love for each other on the dance floor.
Eddy always detested the holiday. The entire month always became a relentless barrage of teasing and unwanted advances by Lee Kanker, and he definitely didn’t need anymore of that embarrassment. The same went for his best friends, Ed and Double-D. Those stupid fuckin’ Kankers. They were usually the reason why they never went to the dance, that and… They never had anyone to take. His friends usually opted for a more lowkey movie night avoiding public scrutiny at Ed’s place, Eddy however always made up some stupid excuse: “Oh me? Yeah of course I’ve got a valentine’s date! She just uh… Goes to another school. So I’ll be seein’ you losers tomorrow while I go and give her the pleasure of my presence!”
Ed seemed to share most of Eddy’s sentiments. Double-D on the other hand though, was a hopeless romantic through and through; he adored the holiday. Despite his bashful nature, he publicly asked Nazz out TWICE with some incredibly verbose sonnet he came up with and was politely rejected both times. His friend cared immensely about a lot of things, sometimes to a concerning extent. But strangely, what he didn’t seem to care all that much about was what others thought about him. Eddy always envied that about him. If he were rejected like that, he’d probably have to move towns and change his name. Eddy envied a lot of things about his multitalented friend. Or perhaps envy is the wrong way to put it…
What Eddy hated most about the holiday though was that it was all one big reminder that he didn’t have the courage to display his affection for who he really wanted. Seeing all those other new couples every year was an arrow stab to the heart, and every valentine’s day he was left lying in his bed gazing upon this stupid card of Nicholas whoever the fuck longingly as he grappled with his ironic feigned confidence.
Senior year was going to be different though. At least that’s what he told himself every year, only for him to repeat his exact actions and wind up alone all night. But he was determined this valentines season: He was going to do it, he was going to ask out Double-D, a uh… Guy, his best friend… Oh boy…