Here is the last part of the saga. But I gave this some thought, and I'll begin posting the (completed) sequel on February
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When I wake up, there’s something warm and fluffy pressed against my face.
I swat it away with both hands, and squint my eyes open.
Ethan’s face blurs into view, and I hurl the fluffy thing at him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Toby.” He laughs.
I sit up and glare at him, but then I notice with horror that the thing I just threw at him was the teddy bear I stole the other day.
He holds it up and raises an eyebrow, “Does this look familiar?”
“Yes.”
I don’t recognize my own voice, and I feel my cheeks burning.
I’m a thief, caught red-handed.
“Well? Say something, Toby.”
I pull the blanket over my head and hope the hypothermia kicks in soon enough.
To my surprise, he pulls it down. I probably look like shit, but he looks like a Greek God in the morning. He’s naked from the waist down, my jacket hanging loosely over his shoulders. He’s as cold as I am, but the smile on his face could warm up even the coldest room.
“You’re craftier than I thought. I shouldn’t have underestimated you.” He tosses the bear back to me, “Happy Real Valentine’s Day.”
I look down at the overpriced, brown-eyed satin bear and blurt out,
“…what? I don’t get it.”
He stands up and his blue eyes shine down at me, “Read the tag, stupid.”
I sheepishly glance at the heart-shaped tag on the bear’s ear:
To Toby, who I loved since freshman year.
PS: I love your eyes. Don’t ever get contacts.
I look up at him incredulously, “What about Tiffany? You sent her that gram---”
Ethan laughed, “I didn’t send her anything. She sends herself a gram every year. You can ask her, it’s only a secret to those who don’t ask.” He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I can’t help but glance at him, “These last few years been shit, Toby. I loved you since freshman year, and I only dropped you because I couldn’t handle what I was feeling at the time. It took me a while to accept I was gay, and that I loved you. I planned to give this to you and explain it after sixth.”
All this time… I thought…
“I… Thank you. I never got something like this before, from anyone.”
I look back at the bear, and realize that I’ve never been this happy about a stuffed piece of fabric before. I passed a million teddy bears on store shelves, I see a million different people with a million different teddy bears every valentine’s day. But this--- this one’s mine. No one else’s, mine and mine alone.
So many emotions are running through me at the same time. For once, I don’t know what to say. All this time… if only I knew.
“I… I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”
When I glance up at him again, he smiles and pulls me into a kiss.
“I already have what I want.”
Valentine’s day is still my least favorite holiday.
It’s a day of overpriced goods and commercialized crap.
But it’s also a day I can spend with Ethan… and any day I spend with Ethan is a day I end up loving. And if you don’t like that, fuck you.
The End
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