Young Writers Society

"Hey Alex, it's me. Call me when you get this, okay? Kay, bye," I pressed the off button on my phone and set it back on its charger. A sigh emitted from me as I sat down on my black leather couch.

My eyes darted to the calendar hanging on the wall across from me. Today's date was circled in red pen; February 14. Inside the circle, the words "date with Alex, 6:30" were written. It was now exactly 6:26, and he had promised he would call me at 6:15.

Possible reasons raced through my head, the most dominant one being that he simply forgot. Of course, the typical guy thing. Other options were that he didn't want this relationship anymore; he was scared of commitment, maybe. This frightened me. We might have only been together for five and half months, but I think I like this boy.

I started thinking of a way to pass the time. Looking once again at the clock, and seeing it was 6:30, I decided I wouldn't wait any longer. I snatched my winter coat off the coat rack and tossed my brown hair into a messy ponytail. I headed outside and started my walk to my destination.

Fifteen minutes later, the sight of the small restaurant I was going to came in sight. It was my favorite place to eat, and Alex and I had been planning to come here today. Through the window, I could see maybe a dozen couples. I entered, and a girl, who looked to be in her early to mid twenties, greeted me.

"Good evening," she sent me what seemed to me to be a sympathetic smile, "table for one?"

"No, a table for two, please. My friend will be here soon," At least, I hope.

The girl scanned the area. She looked back to me, "I'm sorry, the only tables available right now are outside. Would that be alright?" When I nodded, she led me outside, and showed me an empty table. I sat down and she handed me a menu that she had in her hands, "Would you like to start off with anything while you wait?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks," I smiled at her thankfully, and she left.

I took my cell phone out of my pocket, absent-mindedly flipping it open and closed. The tables nearby seated mostly couples. They were smiling at eachother, clearly enjoying their time together. I, on the other hand, was sitting alone on Valentine's Day. I had never been a fan of this day in the past, but this year, it was different. I had someone to share it with.

The sky above me was getting dark, the sun just barely visible through the array of buildings and trees. The time on my phone told me it was nearing 7 o'clock; it was 6:48 to be exact. Across the street was a cinema, a place Alex and I had been planning to go after our dinner. I saw a few boys heading towards the cinema. One of them looked familiar, and when I noticed his brown and blonde hair, I knew it was Alex, with his three friends. Anger boiled up inside of me. I stood up from my spot, and walked across the street towards them.

The boy that I knew as Jack noticed me first, "Hey, Rebekah! What's up?"

"Hi, Rebekah!" Zack waved ecstatically at me, [s]almost[/s] making me laugh. Rian nodded in acknowledgment in my direction, which I returned.

"Hey, babe," Alex slung his arm around my shoulder, which I shook off. He sent me a face of hurt mixed with confusion. I simply replied with a glare.

Jack pointed at the cinema in front of us, "Want to join us?"

"Sure, why not? I have no other plans," My glare was still fixed on Alex, who hadn't a clue what was going on.

Zack looked up at the listings above the door, "What do you guys want to see?"

"I'm in the mood for a comedy, what about you guys?" Rian looked at each of us.

We all debated for a couple of minutes, finally deciding on one we all wanted to see. We walked into the cinema, and bought our tickets. Alex grabbed my hand, which I again took off. I heard him give an aggravated sigh as we bought our popcorn and made our way to the movie room. Of course, we all sat in the top row. I made sure I was not sitting beside Alex. He was in the corner and beside him sat Rian, Zack, and Jack beside me. I was mad at him, he had obviously forgotten about our date.

The commercials started; the movie wasn't due to start for about ten minutes. Jack and I made fun of every commercial, laughing with eachother. I could hear Zack, Rian and Alex talking amongst themselves, and I heard my name a few times. Every so often, I saw one of them look at me, and then look away. I ignored this, and continued laughing and joking around with Jack.

Once the lights dimmed and the movie started, I paid all attention on it. I hated it when people disturbed me while I was watching a movie.

When the movie was almost done, Alex leaned over in his seat, "Psst," he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear, "Rebekah," He continued doing this for the rest of the movie. I tried my hardest not to yell at him to stop, and I succeeded.

By the time the movie was over, my stomach hurt from laughing so much. We all left the cinema, laughing and reminiscing on our favourite parts. I took out my phone and looked at the time, seeing it was just past 9:30, "I probably should be getting home, guys."

"I'll drive you home," Alex voiced this more as a question then a statement. My legs were too sore from sitting so long to protest. We bid farewell to Jack, Rian, and Zack, and headed to Alex's car, which was just a little bit down the street from us.

Like a gentleman, Alex opened the passenger door for me. I didn't smile or anything, I was still mad at him for forgetting about our date. We headed in the direction of my house, which wasn't too far from his own.

Alex sighed, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you or can I assume it's just your weird feminine hormones?" He smiled lightly, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, I [s]forced myself to[/s] gave him a smile.

"It's nothing."

"Becks, do you really expect me to believe that? Come on, did I do something wrong?"

At this time, we had pulled up to my house. I opened the door, muttered "Happy Valentine's Day" before getting out, slamming the door shut and running into my house.

Less than five minutes later, a knock was heard on my door. I had just sat down, so I begrudgingly got back up and answered, half expecting it to be Alex; I was right. I opened the door, seeing him looking at his shoes.

He looked up at me, eyes full of sorrow, "Rebekah, I'm so sorry. I forgot it was Valentine's Day. I even had it written on my hand too! See, look," He brought his hand up to the light to prove it, and there it was, the words "dinner with Rebekah - 6:30" were scrawled in Alex's messy writing.

I sighed, "Alex, today's the last day I get to see you for months before you leave for tour, and you forgot? Am I not as important as I thought I'd be to you?" I waited only ten seconds for an answer, which I didn't get, so I started to close the door.

His hand grabbed the doorknob, pushing it so I couldn't close it, "Rebekah, you're one of the most important things in my life right now," I decided I didn't want to hear his corny lines he had used on me many times before, so I turned my back to him. However, his next three words glued me to the spot, "I love you, Rebekah Faye Turner."

I spun around faster than a bullet to face him, "You- You what?" I needed to make sure what had just come out of my boyfriend's mouth for the first time wasn't my ears playing tricks on me.

"I love you, Rebekah. And I'm a complete idiot for forgetting it was Valentine's Day," He stared at me, his brown eyes searching through mine. His face showed no sign of a lie.

I smiled as I ran into his arms, "I love you too, Alexander William Gaskarth," I whispered into his ear.

"Does this mean you forgive me?"

I laughed and placed my lips on his, "Yeah. I forgive you."