Be Mine, Valentine

Valentine (2)

Melissa has a hangover.

One rule about dealing with Melissa is that you never mess with her when she has a hangover or she'll go ape shit if you do.

One person that's an exception to that rule is me. She'll go ape shit every freaking time she sees me which is all the damn time since we live in the same house.

"Why the fuck is there no breakfast in the table?!" she screams.

"there's nothing in the fridge for me to cook, ma" I say as calmly as I could though in reality I'm screaming and cursing at her inside.

"GODDAMIT VALENTINE! What do you mean there's no food!? It must be because you ate all of it you fat ass"

I sigh. This is getting nowhere.

"I'm late for school. Bye Ma" I say and quickly gave her a kiss before she could slap my face away. I turned around and headed for the door all while she screams about the damn food being gone and me eating it all up like the fatso I am. And how much hard her work is and how everything is so fucking hard for her blah blah blah.

I wait for the bus at my usual stop put on my headphones and listened to some Marina and the Diamonds.

I get on the bus, get to school and do my normal routine.

I have no friends but it's nothing to feel sorry about
I kinda like it that way.

"Hey, Val!"

Just kidding. I have one friend in this unsurprisingly miserable place.

"Hey Lori, what's up?"

She has purple hair and she wears it really long and curly at the ends and she's wearing a loose white shirt, a vintage leather mini skirt and black combat boots.

She gives me the puppy dog eyes. Which a huge contrast with the whole punkrock thing she has going on.

Looking at her I instantly know what she's going to ask.

"No I will not go to a gig with you" I say.

"But Val, it's not just a gig. It's THE gig. It's open to all bands and it's gonna be on an actual bar this time, not some lame seniors event"

I smiled. Lori's band, Lorelei and the sirens (Lorelei's actually her first name) is not at all that well known though they have good music, there's just not a huge audience for them in our little town where kids listen to mainstream pop songs and edm bleh! They book gigs here and there but like she said, it's super lame. The seniors event at the nursing home was just one of the latest boring gigs they had and I made the mistake of actually coming along.

Looking at the old people complain saying it's "too loud" while others just fell asleep was just too much.

"Wait,you said a real bar, where?" I ask, there are only two bars in town, the goat and-

"at the edge of town. There's this bar called Tempus" she said before I could even finish a thought.

"Tempus" I say

"Yeah. Its like the only cool bar in town. The goat is for old people but Tempus, is for creative, tortured souls like us. It will be so much fun. So you're gonna come right, like for moral support?"

Tempus. Wow, its been years since I've been there, not since..

My expression sours when I remember.

Finley Dunham.

"Hey, Val!" Lori screams, snapping me back to reality.

When she finally sees that she has my attention she says "Your coming, 'kay. I won't take no for an answer. Besides, this a huge deal for me and I need you there for support"

I sigh. Damn, no matter how much I don't wanna go I gotta be there for Lori.

"Fine" I say.

She squeals which is so not her and I laugh at the absurdity of it.

We headed of to class and I went back to my routine, only this time, Tempus and Finley Dunham was on my mind.