We had a couple more events for Valentine’s Day, sprawled out among a couple weeks, so the last one before our first official date… was… laser tag.    “Are you ready?” He asked.  Everyone was grabbing their packs and I had actually practiced some with my family a couple years ago before they both got so dragged in work they couldn’t anymore… so yes I was ready.    “Yes! I’m ready! Let’s go kick some butt!”  We both found our spots before they called “Go!!!”    Jason and I checked both of our sides, there were cut outs on each side, and we heard other people shooting at each other.    “Over there!” I told Jason, and he turned around to shoot someone on his left. He had perfect aim!    I squealed, this was so much fun.  We moved into the upstairs area, looking around for targets. You didn’t get out if you were caught, you just got more points for aiming right on their pack.    “Emma! Too your left!” He exclaimed.   I shot the person with the right aim by pretending I was in a movie—closing one eye, pressing the botton and holding the top of the laser gun. We quickly high-fived each other then moved back into game mode.   I felt the adrenaline rush pulsing through me.  I pointed ahead, and he followed behind me, protecting my back.   Other couples were actually doing really good, we were pretty good too. Let’s just say, we’re competitive.    We only had 10 minutes left and in total I’d say we got 12,000 points, most couples normally got 3,000, so we had a fair chance—if I was right.     “Follow me,” he whispered.  I followed him and we tag teamed another couple, even saw Lora and her jerk of a date.     “Yes! You go Jason!” I hyped him up.  “Everyone head to the front!” The voice said.    We all headed there, realizing we got 2nd place!  “Yes!” We said in unison, high fiving and letting our hands intertwine.     We got another gift card and they’d announce who actually won the valentine partners of the year in a couple weeks! 

   ••••

Time had gone by so fast, it was finally the day of our date!!    I slipped on my red wine dress—the material a beautiful satin, the bodice a v cut. I felt like a princess wearing it, even the length was perfect—a couple inches higher than my ankles.    I finished by adding some jewelry—a gold heart necklace and some gold bracelets, then applied some mascara and lipgloss.    I turned around, looking at myself in mirror, even adding a curtsy.  “I’m ready!” I exclaimed out loud, I truly was ready, even though my nerves were off the charts, _but I knew it’d fade. _   This past year I’d wondered what it felt like to truly know someone, I’d known people in my life—but I’d never known you could deeply know someone so fast till I met Jason. It’d been a couple weeks already, and we’d get to know who won on Valentine’s Day.    How could someone so special be so hidden from me? How did I never notice him? And why did I believe everything everyone said?     I slipped on my high heels and headed out the door, there he was waiting to take me to the Chinese restaurant.    He opened the car door in a nice black and white tux, slicked back hair, and church shoes.      While driving there, breaking the akward silence, I said, “I’m nervous, how about you?”   “Very.” He agreed.  “But you look—wow.” He paused to look at the road, then looked back. “You are marvelous, you are the true model in this duo.” He did a double take, taking me in.    “Yeah, I love this dress. And you look handsome yourself.” I smiled at him, and he smiled back, his eyes disappearing. “Wait, one question?” I asked.    “Yes?” “How did you remember all of those things about me?”    “I may have been hidden for you, but you were never hidden to me.”   I was speechless, what could I say?    “Thank you for everything.” I smiled again—wow I was smiling a lot tonight.   “I have a question for you?” He mocked.    “Yes?” I mimicked him this time.  “How are you so beautiful,” He grabbed my hand on the arm rest, and held my hand.   “I don’t know, but maybe you can see how beautiful I can be if you feed me food.”    “Oh! Wow! There’s more?” He gasped and put his free hand on his chest sarcastically.   “How much more?” He grinned.    “Gosh, you’ll just have to find out.” I smiled.  He turned onto the parking lot, put the car in park, and then he opened my door, even lending me a hand out of the car. This man was a full on ladies man!!    Wow. He wasn’t wrong, this place was fancy, it was so beautiful. Wooden beams on the ceilings, white walls, plants and candles everywhere, this was a place of my dreams!    He opened the door, “Thank you,” I responded as he made a gesture to continue ahead. 

  “Here is your booth.” A blonde waiter said.  Jason was too busy looking at me to notice how pretty she was, he never once looked at her, just said thank you.    “Thank you.” I said as well.  We sat down at a red booth with a white table cloth, plates and sliver-wear placed nicely on it.   “You were right, this place is fancy.”  He grinned, “I knew you’d like it.”    I grinned back, “You were so right!”  We order water and I glance around the room again, taking it all in.   “Okay so what do you want?”  “Hmm, I really want chicken and rice.”    “That sounds great.” He agreed.  “I’m thinking maybe a burger for me.”   “They have everything here!?”  “Yes, continue looking at the menu.”   I looked and wow… They had so much stuff!    After we ordered our food, it came a little while later.    We said Grace then ate.  “This food is amazing!” I said, licking my lips.    “I know right, I like to go here a lot.”  “You come here a lot with your other dates?” I joked.    “Actually yes!” He joked.  “Mhm very funny,” I grinned. 

  “I have a trip coming up…”  “Oo! I love trips!” I elebow him, “You also said you wanted to travel more.”   “Yes, and I was wondering if you’re family and you wanted to come?” He asked.   “Oh—well I’d have to ask, but I’d love too. Where are you going?”   “France.” “Oh. My. Gosh.” I almost spit out my water—or  choke on it. He seemed entertained and waited for my response.    “Wait really!” I freak out. “Yes!” He smiled.    “Okay—so can we go tomorrow?” I joke. “Sure, I’ll ask my dad to bring the private plane.”   I pause, confused, then he adds, “Oh.. you were joking!”    “Yeah,” I then laugh, and he does too.  The night turns out to be a hit, I don’t know why I was so worried.    Our food was gone in like 10 minutes—it was that good.   He grabbed my hand, and I took his.    “Do you want dessert?” He asked.  “Is that even a question!” I exclaim, my eyes going wide, then grab the menu.    “Oo! The chocolate cake? No… hmm..” I look at him then smile, “What,” he asks.    “What do you want?”  “The chocolate cake.”   “Good, cause that’s what I wanted.”  He chuckled again.   “You know you’re oddly easy to guess.”  “Huh?”   “Like you just are repeatedly doing the same things.”     “Like this,” I put some of my sauce on his nose, which gets us both laughing.   “No… not like that, but you’re fun.”     “Thank you. I have never been called fun before,” I grin, jokingly.    “Well, you are.” He grins.  We talk about random stuff, order the cake, and we eat the cake really fast.      “This cake!!” I smile, taking another bite, going to heaven.      “Is this what heaven feels like?” I ask.    “Honey, you’re in a sugar coma.”      He says it so sassily too. I can’t! That gets me laughing so hard my ribs feel like they’re going to collapse. And of course, he joins me.     After the date, he drives me home and we say our goodbyes.    “See you soon,” I smile and wave from on my porch step.   “See you soon,” He smiles, waits till I go in, then drives off.    I felt so alive from the date—like I could fly. I could barely sleep, it took me 2 hours to fall asleep—my last resort was looking at the photos and that somehow showed me it was real, pacing around, then went to sleep.

“Finished!” I shouted. “Oops… that was a little loud wasn’t it?” He nodded, then chuckled. The speakers rang again, “Everyone put your brushes down!” I smirked at him, “You know, I think you’re gonna like mine.” “I like you’ll like mine too.” He smirked back. “You may show your partners, but then bring them up!” The speakers spoke. “On 3…2…1” we both said in unity, then revealed our paintings. “Oh my goodness!” I laughed, I looked actually really good. He got my blonde hair really well, the color was like honey, and my hair layered in a 80’s hairstyle. And even my face! Good heavens, this man was talented. “How?—“ “How what? I’m looking at yours and I look like a model!” “Turns out we’re a lot more similar than we thought.” Smirks spreading on both of our faces. “You do look like a model though.” I said. “I do?” He flirted. “Yes, what do you think?” I ignored his flirtiness. “I think you’re very talented. Like how did you get my smile perfectly? My hair, my shirt? How? I’m speechless!” “Aww, you did so well as well!” I wanted to subconsciously hold his painting up to my chest… but it’s _wet paint. _ __ “We’re going to win this!” We both shared a high-five. “Now everyone bring them to front.” We walked up and held hands waiting for the winners. We counted quietly. “Number 5,”Was called out. We looked at each other, our hands, then realized we were holding hands…. We both awkwardly looked away. “Number 5 come up and claim your prize!” “We won?” I signal toward the two of us. “Yes!” The lady in high heels, a blouse, and a skirt, said.
We high-fived each other, and also hugged. “These are your prizes!” She put her hands wide, highlighting the trophy and gift card to Texas Roadhouse, right next to the stage. We both held hands and bowed in front ouf everyone. “We won!” We both said in unity! “You can have this,” He said, giving me the trophy. “And we can go on our first real date…” insert wink here, “what do you say?” “Yes!” I wrapped my hands around him aggressively. “Although, maybe we can babysit the trophy, each week someone gets it.” He laughed, “Because it needs babysitting.”
“Yes!” I added to his saracasm. We held hands till we got outside, and had to part ways for class. I would definitely tell Lora all about this later. “Girl! We held hands, and won!” “Yes, I’m so happy for you! Our paintings where horrible so I’m glad you won!” “I’m sorry you didn’t win!” She waved it away, “No worries.” I hugged her, “How was your date?” “It was actually really bad. He is an absolute jerk, and he drew me very badly.” We both walked to class, laughing so hard. “Oh my gosh! He gave you a double chin?” “Yes! I was so mad!” “Aha!” “What about you?” “I actually really like him.” “Jason?” “Yes! I was just as surprised! I really really really like him.” “Okay, tell me everything.” “So….” I told her about the whole day, how we were flirting the whole time. It was an amazing experience. “You’re glowing!” She spinned around dancing. “Your in love! Your in love!” She sang, very loudly. I eyed her then she quieted herself, “Em is in love! Em is in love!” I danced with her, then we arrived at class. Randomly she made a kissy face at me and I almost died laughing. “Miss Emma, what’s so funny?” The teacher said. “Oh,” I straitened up, “I’m sorry, I thought I saw a spider…. So I was laughing at myself.” “Okay, well don’t let it happen again.” The teacher said sternly. “Yes ma’am,” I uttered. “Okay anyway class….”

                                       ••••

After a long day I emailed Jason. “How was your day?” I asked. “It was really good, better that you were in it.” I smiled then added, “Agreed.” “So… about that date?” “Yes?” “Does this weekend work?” “Sure, what time. It’s not like I’m busy or anything….” “Your so funny, would 4:30 on Sunday work?” “Yes, and no I wasn’t joking.” •••••••••• he was typing “Well, then that case, see you then.” “See you!” “Do you have to go?” He asked. “No, I don’t.” We talked for a while. “Can I have your phone number?” “Well, how very formal, and yes.” I sent him my phone number, and he called me!!!!!!!!!!!! On call we talked about our favorite movies, music, memes we’d saw, and a couple other things. “Do you like going to Chinese restaurants?” “Hm! Yes!” I wrote down the plans on my calendar. “Okay, so it’s very nice, so wear something formal, but something your comfortable in.” “A dress?” “Yea, do you not have one? I can drop one off?” “No! No! I do have one… I just don’t know if they fit.” “Well let me know.” I tried the dress on, a red color, it was perfect. “I have the dress.” “Okay, well I have to study, goodbye!” His voice seemed very happy. “Okay, bye!” I smiled. (Part 4????)

In gym, my class played a game of volleyball and needed up with just the two of us left in the game. I dodged the volleyball you threw at me and grabbed another as I threw it to him hard. He glared at me as I glared back. The guy I’m playing with his name is Cody, and we are not on good terms. I don’t like him, he doesn’t like me. We are complete enemies. I threw another ball just for him as he dodged just in time and threw a harder and faster one back hitting me in the stomach hard. Making me fall on my knees. Ouch I mumbled as the teacher needed the game announcing that Cody’s team won. He smirked at me and walked away smugly. My blood boiled with angry as my friend came and helped me up sitting me down on the bench in the gym. Hey, don’t be angry you did your best. My friend, Mia stated with a smile and tried to make me cheer up. Not good enough it seems I spoke as my eyes never left Cody, glaring at him I gripped the edge of the bench tightly to the point that my knuckles turned white. Alright it’s time to get your soulmates our Physical education teacher said while looking at the clock. Are you ready to see who your soulmate is? Mia asked as she was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. Yeah I can’t wait to see who I’m going to be with I said as I smiled at her and completely getting my mind off of Cody and our rivalry. 10…9…8…7 everyone started to count down as they covered their wrist. I did the same thing and counted with them. Ready to figure out who my soulmate is going to be. 6…5…4….3..2. Once we reached one I took my hand off my wrist and I froze, my eyes widen. I can’t believe this my soulmate, of all people why him. I turned and me and Cody locked eyes as he had the same expression as me. I looked away and back at the name on my wrist, Cody Johnson. EEEK my soulmate is my crush I can’t believe I’d be this lucky!!!! Mia said as I forced a smile for her, but there is nothing I could hide from her as she looked down at my wrist and said oh no, why is his name on your wrist? She said as she patted my back in a comforting way and sat down next to me. I rubbed at his name on my wrist as I tried to make it disappear I rubbed and rubbed until my wrist bleed. Mia took my hand and stopped me from scratching myself any more. I’m sure it’s a mistake it will be fixed tomorrow. I know of people that get different names the next day. Mia said as she tried to comfort me. I smiled at her and said I’m going to go to the bathroom. She looked at me, and I could see worry in her eyes. Do you want me to come with you? She asked as I shook my head and stated I’m alright I promise I just need some time alone. I said as I stood up and she nodded. I turned and walked out of the gym to the bathroom. Once I got in the bathroom I put my hands on the sink and leaned on them looking at myself in the mirror. I thought soulmates are supposed to be someone you like not somebody you hated. I stayed in the bathroom for a bit longer and then I sighed softly and walked out of the bathroom. After a few days of not avoiding Cody. I walked down the hall, the school day was finished as I heading towards the exit of the school I bumped into someone and I was about to fall until two strong hands grabbed my shoulders roughly helping me stay steady. Ouch I said as I looked up to see who just grabbed me, brown narrowed eyes glared down at me, Cody stood in front of me and said we need to talk. I looked him up and down as I noticed the look in his eyes it seems he didn’t mean to catch me before I fell and he looks the most serious I’ve ever seen him before. What do you want? I said with a cold tone of voice, narrowing my eyes at him. He looked around at the other people around us. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to follow him. Come with me he said as he pulled me I wanted to pull away but once he put his hand on mine the soulmate attraction stopped me from pulling my hand back. So I followed him and he lead me towards an empty stairway. I waited for him to stand something as I could tell the soulmate attention was also affecting him, because his grip on my arm got tighter. Let’s make a deal okay he stated with a serious expression. I raised an eyebrow confused. I didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth. What’s the deal. This soulmate thing, if we avoid eachother it will get rid of our emotions and I’m pretty sure you don’t want that either. He said as he started to explain his deal. So every morning how about we- he spoke as he seemed to have a bit of difficulty saying the next part of that sentence. How about we what? I asked raising an eyebrow at him and finally overcoming the soulmate attraction to pull my hand away from his. We hold hands until we get to the school it’s the only way, so we don’t become emotionless I’m pretty sure you don’t want that, the soulmate thing needs touch or attraction so we’ll just hold hands that’s all. He stated as he looked at me desperately. I could tell how much he wants me to agree with this deal. I thought about it for a moment and the thought of losing my emotions and not every feeling happy again it isn’t something I want that’s for sure. Okay I said as I locked eyes with him. His eyes widen in shock he never expected me to say yes. He coughed and went back to his cold additude. Okay I’ll wait outside your house tomorrow you better be there he said as he glared at me. Rude, I might just change my mind I mumbled under my breath. He heard me and he froze as he struggled to get the words out s-sorry he whispered. I smirked mischievously what was that I couldn’t hear you~ I said as I tried to get him to apologize again. I said Sorry okay? Cody stated as he walked off in angry. I chuckled and turned around to go back to my class. After that day I waited for Cody in the morning, so we could walk together. I spotted him walking towards me, I still hated him badly and wanted to throw him off a cliff, but this soulmate bond is also making me want to touch him. I shook the thoughts out of my head. Cody walked up to me and spoke hello he said as he awkwardly scratched his neck. We used to be at each other’s throats but now we are about to hold hands and walk to school. I sighed softly and let’s just go. I reached my hand out for him and he grabbed it. We walked to the school in silence since neither of us knew what to say to each other. Once we got there we said our goodbyes and went to our own classes. Classes went by as usual until it was time for lunch. I see him again at lunch, but I didn’t talk to him or anything and got my food and went out of the cafeteria. He saw me leave the cafeteria with my food. Where is she going Cody thought to himself. Hey, you okay? One of Cody’s friend, Brian, asked. Yeah I just need to do something I’ll be back. Cody uttered as he walked after me. I walked into a storage closet, it was empty how I expected to be. I always loved to listen to music in a quiet space during lunch. It’s much more relaxing. I walked into the storage closet and sat down listening to music until I saw someone enter right after me. I turned to see who it was, Cody was standing inside the room what are you doing here? He asked curiously but still keeping his irritated tone with me. The door closed behind him. I usaully listen to music alone. I said calmly as I looked at him why are you here? I asked as he said oh I was just curious since you left the cafeteria right after getting your food. Is someone getting a little obsessed with me I teased with a smirk. I would never be obsessed with someone like you he said as he turned to walk away, but once he tried to open the door it was locked. Damnit Cody mumbled and I heard him and stood up. What is it? I asked and grabbed the handle to turn it but it was locked. Crap, the janitor must have locked it from the outside. I mumbled to myself. So now we have to wait for some to open the door, Great. Cody said sarcastically. The Janior should actually be here soon so we won’t be here for long. I said as I turned to sit back down, but instead I slipped and fell. Cody with his fast reflexes hennaed me by my waist and head. Pulling me up as I landed on his chest. The soulmate connection was making my heartbeat go faster and faster. Cody must be feeling the same thing right? I looked up and saw his eyes had a new look to them one I’ve never seen before. One of Desire and lust, for some reason I was attracted to the look in his eyes as I stared into them feeling myself drowning in their dept. he tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me closer leaning over to me. His lips were hovering right over mine as we held eye contact. I heard the storage rooms door start to turn. I was about to say something, but Cody pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. I wanted yo pull away and tell him someone was here, but as soon as he kissed me I lost all thought process and my eyes closed as I kissed him back. The janitor opened the door and saw us kissing. Man, I wish I had some of that after this long day. He declared, closing the door again you guys have fun in there. He uttered with a sad sigh. Me and Cody continued to kiss after a bit he pulled away and said h- how about we do something crazy and give this soulmate thing a try. He whispered still holding onto me. I couldn’t think the only thing on my mind was to kiss him again. I nodded slowly. Cody smiled and leaned back in to kiss me. After that day me and Cody started dating we would spend time together after school to see if we would get along or if it was a good idea to accept the fact that we were soulmates. I guess you should trust the soulmate bond that thing really doesn’t mess around. The End.

My therapist doesn’t like you She told me to write this song And when she listens You betcha she’ll sing along My therapist doesn’t like you We got targets on your back She’ll give me a dirty look When I say to cut you some slack Yeah we spend sessions just bitching about you I said I’m glad your outta my life She slowly nodded her head Said, that seems right

My therapist doesn’t like you Calls you the ex from hell You betcha if this song was released She’d make it sell My therapist doesn’t like you Told me she’s sick Of little whiney men With little dicks And yeah maybe that’s a little personal But I gotta admit She has a point That there’s only one big dick And that’s you The whole of you Not your- you know what I mean

My therapist doesn’t like you Kinda obvious- the point of the song And maybe this is a little drawn out And long But I just gotta get my point across That our breakup for me Wasn’t much of a loss My therapist doesn’t like you This is my final fuck off :)

Now I can’t be sure if Eros was hungover when he made the match of my two college friends, but it sure seemed so. My college husband as we joked, Vincent and my college best friend so far, Gertrude worked interestingly at best, as a pair. They were so wrapped up in their friendships that neither of them would make a move. I could see it in the way they met eyes, the moment too long before they broke eye contact. They were too different I thought, but their love made me jealous. I wanted someone to dance all night with and to hold me when I needed. Moreover, I had fallen head over heels for Gertrude. My feelings seemed to have no weight when they were so wrapped up in their own little world. So engrossed with each other that I was nothing more than an afterthought. I can’t seem to give her up but I should. I should leave her to be with Vincent and let them be in love without me interfering.

Roman can’t imagine what Cupid was thinking.

Perhaps he had a hangover when assigning soulmates. Even then, how does this even happen?

Like seriously?

In a world where soulmates are supposed to live happily ever after, how do his parents end up together but so unhappy? Now divorced and having to be civil for him. Just great.

Thanks Cupid.

“Come on, Madge. I just want to go on a trip with my son,” his dad insists, following Roman’s mom into the living room. She stares ahead, effectively ignoring him, which she is a pro at.

“Yeah. But it’s my week,” she reminds him. Not for the first time. Roman winces. He knows where this phrase goes.

It triggers his dad.

Roman could practically mouth the words that come out of his dad’s lips. “You love holding it over me, don’t you?” His dad says, just like he knew he would.

It’s like his powers are mind reading even though they are emotion absorption. He’s taken their anger and bitterness enough when he was younger to know that this won’t end anytime soon.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she quips, her nose pointed up in the air, head held high.

“Sure you don’t.” Roman groans audibly. Sarcasm is his mom’s pet peeve for his father. While Roman can be as sarcastic as he likes, for his dad, that seems to infuriate her to no end.

“I don’t appreciate the tone, Cal,” her tone is sharp, clipped.

It is about this time in their rising argument that Roman slips out of the house. Usually, he goes to Jeremiah’s house. His home is always so warm and welcoming. It feels…safe.

If that isn’t an option, he’ll amble to see Cross or Bell. Most times they are together, practically fused into one being (even before being soulmates). But they all started out as friends first. So he doesn’t feel awkward hanging out with them. They never make him feel like a third wheel.

“Why don’t we see what Roman wants to do?”

Freezing at the mention of his name, he looks between both his parents. This is his least favorite moment. When he is in the middle of them. When they put him in the middle of them. He knows both of them want him to pick a side.

Instead, he does what he always does. Straddles the line.

“Can we go on this trip next weekend, when it’s your week, Dad? So it doesn’t take away from Mom’s time?” He asks. This is a game between them. And thankfully, he learned from a young age on how to play.

His parents avoid his gaze for a moment, both thinking about his suggestion. They unconsciously nod their heads, seeing the logic in his words.

They could have come up with the same thing, but they don’t want to compromise with each other.

“I guess,” his dad says at the same time his mom agrees, “Sounds smart.”

“Perfect. I’m going out,” Roman says.

He has tunnel vision. All he wants is to leave the tension. But he isn’t that lucky. He never is.

“With Jeremiah?” His mom asks. It’s an innocent question, one she already knows the answer to. She just likes to ask to know for sure where he is going and to let him know she is interested in who he spends his time with. Roman appreciates this about his mom, but he knows how his dad will see it.

“Yep,” he answers, keeping it short, hoping it will lessen the time spent here.

“Ok have fun,” she says. He is just about out the door, thinking he escaped without a remark from his dad, but then, “You know all his friends. Why’d you ask him?”

What can’t his life ever be easy? That’s too much to ask.

The glares are back. Her response is bubbling over in annoyance. “I can talk with my son.”

“You can trust him. He’s seventeen,” his father pointlessly emphasizes.

“I know. I do.”

Roman sighs and leaves. They don’t hear his exit. Nine times out of ten, they don’t.

Thanks Cupid.

I used to believe in true love I used to believe that there was the one person for you And no more

Although I’m here with you and I feel as if this is the wrong place to be But if Cupid is real then he struck me to you Me to you This just doesn’t seem right

Because you treat me like no other With the poison of your words spilling out of your mouth And the violence of your intentions without a second thought

If Cupid is real Is he allowed to be wrong?

I’m not sure if Cupid had a hangover when he assigned soulmates, but really? He’s got to be out of his mind!

So I march up to his headquarters in the clouds and demand answers.

“Excuse me, can I please talk to Cupid? It’s an emergency!” I tell the lady at the front desk. Her glasses rest just at the tip of her nose, and the tiniest ivory wings on her back flutter. The name tag on her chest says her name is Debbie.

“Name?” She drawls.

“Rosa Diaz.”

The receptionist clacks away at her keyboard.

“Date of birth?”

“April 21st, 2005.”

Again, she clacks away.

“Take a seat in the waiting room until your name is called.”

I’m almost suffocated when I sit between a woman holding a large purse and a man spreading his legs out. Every minute feels like an hour, and I’m already sweating. I grab chapstick from my pocket and twist its cap, names drifting past my ears.

“Rosa Diaz!”

My head shot up. This employee had much larger wings splayed out behind her. Her name tag also said her name was Debbie. I followed her through the many twists and turns of the establishment. The smell of cinammon grew stronger with every step.

“We apologize for the long wait. A new Cupid took over, and things have been packed ever since.” She stopped at a large pink door with a golden heart as its doorknob and flashed a smile. “He’ll be right through here! Have a good day!”

I tentatively entered his office.

“Well hello there!”

I almost jumped, as I was immediately greeted by a man not much taller than me. His feet rested on his desk, his back leaning against the soft white chair. His bright pink hair was slicked back with not a single baby hair sticking up. Everything was covered in hearts, from his tuxedo, to the carpet, to the banners hung above. I felt like I was drowning in the sea of bright colors.

“Uh…hi.” I took a seat on one of the white leather couches.

“Good afternoon! How can I help you today?”

“You set me up with a girl named Therese. I’m not supposed to have feelings for girls.”

“And why is that?”

“My parents! They’ll disown me if they find out! So stop making me have these feelings!”

“I can’t control what genders you’re attracted to. I only choose who is most compatible depending on your interests.” His eyes glance at a bow and quiver hung on the wall to the right. It’s filled with five arrows with heart shaped tips.

“But you can do something can’t you? Something to stop these sinful emotions?” Tears glazed my eyes. Regret and shame clouded my eyes and my mind.

“Rosa, your feelings aren’t a sin! There are thousands of people who are gay or bisexual or polyamorous! The kind of people you are attracted to isn’t harming anyone!”

“It’ll harm my parents! They won’t love me anymore!” In a whirl of rage, I took the heart shaped pencil case off his desk and threw it onto the ground. Cupid quickly wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t understand how they could hire someone who messes up this badly!”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” His soothing voice resided no anger, no impatience. He lets my frustration fizzle out. “It’s going to be okay. If they won’t accept you now, they’ll learn to accept you later.”

“And if they don’t?” My voice faltered, broke like glass.

“Then you will find people who will.”

I didn’t leave his office for a while. For hours, we talked about various things. I only left when a secretary, also named Debbie, reminded us of the many angry clients who are still waiting to see Cupid. I am escorted back to my apartment, where the memory of our meeting never leaves me.

Not until Terese showed up at my door.

I felt a tinge of anxiety and excitement for the school day, today was the day we started our challenges, with our Valentine’s Day partners. “Hey, See you later,” My Bestfriend—Lora—said. “Okay, see you!” We talked about our valentines partners, hers some attractive jock with a saracastic humor, she seemed giddy. We shared sympathy for mine—although so far, he didn’t seem so bad. Time had passed, everyone met in the cafeteria for the first challenge. “The first challenge, is an art contest, we have paint canvas placed on each couples table, and paint. You will be painting each other, the surpise reward will be given afterwards. Find your partner, you have 10 minutes before we begin.” I found Jason sitting down already. Would it be the same as it was in the email? So light and airy? “Hey,” He said awkwardly, itching his head. “Hey, you good at painting?” I ask. “Actually, I took a painting class, I wouldn’t call myself a professional, but I can paint.” I grinned, feeling my heart slow down some. “I love painting, it’s one of my favorite activities, let’s see who will win.” There was a count down blaring out the speakers. Shouts of “3….2….1.. LETS GO!” comes from everywhere. I started on his hair line, his hair swooping somewhat in his eyes, but not enough, to where you can see his blue eyes. “Have you tried this last year?” I asked, continuing to paint. “No, I switched to a private school—I didn’t like it at all so I begged my dad to go back.” “Does it suck having your future planned ahead of you?” “Yes,” He continued painting as well, “I find myself wishing I could be in a different position, able to pick my own path.” “I understand that, what do you want to do?” “I know I mentioned traveling, but other than that, I’d like to be a food critic.” “Ooh! You’re a foodie like me!” I smiled. He chuckled, but not in a mocking way. “Yeah, I’ll have to take you to one of my favorites.” My face started to flush, I had never been asked out before. “I look forward to it.” We were slient for a little bit, I started on his white collared shirt. His shirt more form-fitted around his chest and arms, but I drew it more oversized. (He doesn’t need to think I was looking at his muscles.) I accidentally caught myself starring at him, his only response was a smirk. How had I never noticed him before? His smile could light up a room, his laugh was contagious. “Am I going to look like a goon?” I ask. “Well… let’s see, are you on my good side?” I didn’t know how to answer, and I think he could tell so he added, “You are. So no, you aren’t going to look like a goon. Plus I want us to win.” “Me too, and hey, if yours doesn’t get votes, mine will!” We both laughed, and kept talking as we painted. We had about 20 minutes left, and I was finishing the shadows and details of his features. I captured his eyes so well, and the way he smiles. He caught me smiling at him, and I looked away, completely tomato red. “So, have you done this last year?” He asked. “No, I wasn’t interested in this. If you would’ve asked if I wanted too, I would’ve laughed in your face.” “No?” His eyebrow came up, “I wouldn’t have suspected you’d be the type to… you know.. hate this kind of thing.” I laughed, almost spitting out my water. (Thankfully I didn’t…) “You’d be surprised. And don’t take this the wrong way, but I would’ve hated that I’m sitting here with you…” I felt bad just saying that, so I quickly added. “I misunderstood you _a lot.” _ _ _“Should I be flattered?” “No, I thought you were some kind of man who went from women to women…” “Oh, well in that case you were completely right!” His saracasm loud. I laughed, “Well, I’m glad I was wrong.” I smiled. “I had my suspicions of you.” “Like what?” “That your a gorgeous girl, who didn’t know her worth.” “Wow, well, I wouldn’t have assumed I’d be your type.” “Oh honey, I _knew _you were my type, you’ve got that smile that any guy would love. You’re humor is excellent, and you’re one of those girls who anyone can get along with.” I didn’t know what to say, but I just said, “Well, I’d say now you’re my type… but back then I didn’t know.” I was almost done, and the time was 10 minutes. He seemed like he was almost done. But I knew him more than I knew anyone in my life, in just 2 days. I was excited to get to know him more. (. Part 3????)

Each year, at our school, for Valentine’s Day… they’d make a matchmaker test, and you’d find your “lover.” Some ended up together, others broke up the next day. But the whole point was different challenges, an escape room, painting, laser tag, to see if you were compatible. I wanted to know who, and what it’d be. I took laps around my room, waiting for the email. I heard a ding, and ran towards my laptop. “Hello, Emma. You’re application has been approved, and we have partenered you with Jason Elson, you had similar answers, and we believe you both are best fit.”

Jason? Like the bad boy Jason? The one who broke 5 girls hearts last year? No way! There has got to be a mistake! I didn’t want to judge him, but everything I’d heard about him, proved otherwise? 
“Hello!” I got an email from Jason. 

Mind as well try. “Hello,” I responded back. “So you’re supposed to be my partner, which one was your favorite question to answer?” “Hmm…..” I typed out… I can’t think! I erased it. “Definitely ‘What’s your favorite fruit,’ that is like the most basic question ever.” “Hey! Don’t knock that question until you try it! What is your favorite? I bet you like strawberries?” I smiled, I liked his humor. “Surprisingly… yes. You’re right, but my favorites are raspberries.” “Oh okay, so you’re very adventurous, but you also like to stay in your comfort zone.” “…..” I typed. “I knew it! I’m right aren’t I?” “How did you even know that?” “Well….” “You googled it, DIDN’T YOU!” “Maybe….” I started bursting out laughing. He seemed easy to get along with, could the people be wrong?
“So, what’s your favorite fruit? Let me guess, it’s a dragonfruit?” “Actually yes, I like dragonfruit with my chocolate.” “Wait actually?” “No!” I couldn’t help but laugh again. “It’s actually blueberries, basic I know. But especially when they’re in season.” “Oh! Wow! That’s not a normal favorite…” “Don’t be all judgy now! We all know you like them too!” “HAHA! You may be right…..? You may not get to know… not yet!” “Okay, so first… to get to know my answer…. You have to answer one of my questions!” “And your question is?” “Have you ever dated anyone?” “Getting to the point are we?! And to answer your question, I actually haven’t.” “You sure? You’re 50 girlfriends wouldn’t agree with you. Rumor is you’re still married to one of your preschool girlfriends.” “Well, the rumor is wrong! A lot of people faked having a relationship with me because of my dad.” “Your dad?” “Anyway, do you like blueberries?” “I do, especially in smoothies.” I wanted to priv, I needed to know what he meant. But he didn’t answer that question for a reason. “Okay, so I was right. My turn to ask a question, have you dated anyone?”
“Getting right to the point are we?” I mocked him, then added, “No I haven’t either.” “Rumor has it, that you had one boyfriend, Timmy, from preschool. The one who obviously liked you, he wouldn’t leave you alone. Even carried your books for you!” I laughed, “Poor Timmy, he thought we were dating! I didn’t even know! I was just letting him, cause I thought maybe he was asked to by a teacher or something?” “Yeah no. Although I remember him putting a lizard in your backpack.” “You remember that? I was furious! I didn’t even know you were in that class.” “Well, he wanted payback for you’re ‘dating scheme’ or so he thought… But yeah I was. Maybe you were just to busy, making googily eyes at Wyatt.” “Do not bring him up! I’m not proud of that. He was actually really rude! I once asked if he could share sharpies or whatever, but he just stared at me, then walked back to his station. I still can’t believe you remembered!” “I’m a man of mystery! Anything else you’d like to ask? It’s your turn.” “Hm, if you could go anywhere in the world… where?” “Japan! I’ve always wanted to go, since I was a little boy.” “Anything particular about it?” “The culture, the one foods, the excitement? I’ve always wanted to get out under my dads wing, you know?” “I’m sorry about that. And yea, actually I do. You probably remember singing Nancy? My sister.” “She was your sister?! AHAH!” “Yeah, she thought she could run the world with her voice. She is great, but not that great. Everyone always compared us, said ‘she was better.’ Everyone hated me because I ‘copied her.’” “Seems like we have a lot in common. Sorry about that too, ouch.” “Yeah, I really am sorry about your dad. I don’t know exactly how, and I know that’s your business, but I get it.” “Thanks. But yeah, I’m sorry about you too. He wants me to go into finances, but I’ve always wanted to explore the world, deep dive into the universe of possibilities.” “Want to make a deal?” I wrote. “What is it?” “If you never do by 20, let’s do it together. I’d love to as well, I used to explore with my family. Before my sister died.” “Deal. Your on, too bad time couldn’t come faster.” I felt my heart skip. He could be obviously faking this, but something about it felt so genuine. “I should probably go to bed, but it’s been nice. See you tomorrow for our first challenge.” “Don’t go, I’m enjoying talking to you.” My heart started beating faster again. Don’t fall into his games, Emma _your better than this. _ “Ok, your turn to answer a question.” We talked for a while, then I went to sleep, an obvious crook nawing in my neck.

          ( Do we want a part 2?? )