Valentine's Day Promises

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a story based off of how Justin and I spent our very first Valentine's Day?

Submitted: February 20, 2012

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Submitted: February 20, 2012



I stood up in the crowd, holding up the sign I made with his name on it. "GO JUSTIN!" I yelled, smiling at him across the field. They scored their final goal, winning the game, and they headed back to the benches to talk to their coach before getting released. Justin took a bottle of water from the carrier and poured it over his head, plopping down onto the ground where he stood.

I jumped down the bleachers, happy that the game was over so we could start our Valentine's Day fun. "Justin!" I shouted, jumping off the last step and straight onto him.

He caught me, from his sitting position and laid back with me on top of him. "Hey Danni," he laughed, pushing my bangs out of my face.

"Gross, you're all sweaty," I pushed away from him and sat on the ground in front of him.

"I was just playing an hour long game, and you expect me not to be sweaty?" he said.

"I didn't think you'd be this sweaty," I admitted. "And you just poured a whole cup of water on yourself."

"Yeah, that was pretty dumb I'll admit," he smiled. "By the way, I loved your sign sweetheart." he pulled up the poster board laying on the ground beside me.

"Your mom helped me make it," I laughed, pulling it away from him and putting it back on the ground.

"I want to keep it," he held out his hands for it.

"Nooooo, you can't keep it. It's terrible." I pushed it behind myself.

"Danni, I will wrestle you for that ridiculous poster," Justin leaned forward as if to jump at me. "Please?"

"No! I don't want to give you something ugly."

"It's not ugly, sweetheart, the sooner you give it to me the sooner we can leave and I can get dressed," Justin held out his hands for it. "We have to get our day started."

"Fine." I handed over the sign, and admired the smile on his face when he took it from me.

"Thanks honey," he gave me a wider smile and stood up. I took his hand and he pulled me up to my feet.

"So what are we doing today?" I asked, taking his hand and walking with him to the locker rooms.

"Its a surprise," he squeezed my hand. "I'll be right out." he disappeared into the locker room and I sat down outside across the room.

"Why don't you just go in?" a girl asked, looking at me before stepping into the boy's locker room.

I didn't hear anyone say anything, then I heard "Get off me!" It sounded like Justin.

I ran into the locker room, the guys stopping and staring at me before tightening their towels on their lower bodies. Justin was now sitting on one of the benches, his soccer shorts still on but his shirt on the ground beside his feet. The girl that walked in was sitting on his lap, feeling up his chest.

"Justin!" I shouted, glaring at him.

Justin stood up immediately, the girl sitting on him falling off. "Wait, Danni--" he started.

I glared at him, and he stopped talking. "What do you think you're doing!?" I yelled at the girl.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she said back.

I grabbed Justin's hand and forcefully half dragged him out of the locker room. He quickly grabbed his stuff on the way out, and followed me without saying anything. He dumped his bag outside, and tried to find a shirt to put on. "Here," I shoved one of the shirts I'd brought for him into his hands.

"Don't be mad," he said, holding the shirt against his chest and not putting it on.

"I'm not mad." I muttered, putting my arms over my chest.

"You're mad," Justin said, shoving the shirt halfway into his pocket and put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing small circles with his thumb to try to soothe me. "She came onto me."

"Yes, I know." I looked down at the shirt hanging out of his pocket and back up at his chin.

He was taller than me, being 5'10 and I'm only 5'6. He put a hand under my chin, making me meet his eyes. His hair was sticking to the sides of his face with sweat and water, but surprisingly none of his hair was covering his eyes. He pushed his hair back with his hand, causing it to stick where he brushed it, "Please don't be mad at me, I'll do whatever you want just don't be mad at me." he begged.

"Whatever I want?" I whispered.

"Whatever you want," he nodded.

"I want you to put on a shirt," I stated. Then looked down at his chest quickly. He was getting a slight tan, from being outside so much, and his abdomen was getting insanely toned. His soccer shorts were slung low on his hips revealing the little v-lines that curved inward the lower you looked.

He took my chin in his hand again, "My eyes are up here you know." he smiled.

His smile was brighter than the sun, and I felt the need to smile back; fighting the need to do so. He had that boyish grin, the kind that a little boy would give to his babysitter when he had a crush on her. "Yes, I know." I said, pulling his hand off my chin and putting it back at his side before shoving my hands in the pockets of my light denim jeans.

"You like what you see?" he asked in a cocky tone.

"No," I answered.

He slipped the shirt over his head, and held out his arms. "How about now?" he asked.

"Still no." I shook my head.

"Oh well," he shrugged then leaned down and started shoving everything back in his soccer bag.


"Where are we going?" I asked when Justin pushed me into the back of a random taxi parked outside my house.

"It's Valentine's Day, sweetheart, remember?" he laughed.

"Yes I remember, but I thought you said we were going to watch movies and stay home." I stated.

"I changed my mind last minute," he shrugged, reaching to take my hand.

"Why?" I asked skeptically, purposly moving my hand into my lap so he couldn't hold it.

"Because I want to show you something," He put his arm around my shoulders, and when I tried to move away his lips found my ear. "Please don't tell me you're still upset with me." he whispered.

"I'm not." I murmured, pushing at his cheek with my index finger.

His breath felt hott against my neck, and I fidgeted a little in my seat. "Then why are you trying to get away from me?" he mumbled against my skin.

"I'm not." I repeated, clearing my throat.

"You are," he kissed my cheek, smiling against it. "I don't want you to be so far away from me."

"I'm not far away from you," I said.

"Well physically you aren't," he corrected and laid his head on top of mine. "But mentally you're in La-La land."

"I like La-La land." I protested.

"I would rather you be in Justin Land," he said, pulling a single strand of my hair around his finger.

"Justin Land is boring me at the moment," I lied.

"It's about to get exciting," he smirked, then kissed me.

I let him kiss me for a coule seconds before I gave in and kissed him back. He started to smile when I kissed him back, his hands pressing to my sides and tickling me. I started laughing, and his tongue flew past my lips. He suddenly started laughing and pulled away. "What?" I asked.

"You're so cute," he said.

"What does that have to do with why you just started laughing?" I asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry," he apologized quickly. "I'll make that one up to you." he leaned forward.

"I don't want any more of your kisses," I pushed him away.

"Why not?" he asked, widening his eyes and staring at me longingly.

"They always turn into giggle fits, and you never tell me what's so funny." I glared at him.

"It's not that anything's funny," he said in a serious tone. "Your laugh makes me laugh, is that wrong?"

"No it's not wrong," I started playing with my hands. "But I'd like to be able to kiss you without you pulling away to laugh at me."

"I'll stop laughing, I promise," he put his hand over his heart and gave me a wide smile.

"Where are we going?" I asked again, getting off topic.

The cab stopped, leaving us in the middle of the street. Justin took my hand, and dragged me out of the warm insides of the automobile to the outside world. Snow was falling, getting caught in our hair and on our clothes, it was sticking to the ground covering my shoes and leaving tracks behind us as we walked. "C'mon," Justin pulled me into a small cafe and pulled out a chair by the window for me.

"What is this place?" I laughed, looking around at the vintage paintings and the record player.

"It's the place where my mom and dad first met," he shrugged, sitting down across from me and playing with something in his pocket.

"What's that?" I asked.

"What's what?" he looked up at me, meeting my eyes.

"That, in your hand." I pointed.

"There's nothing in my hand." he raised the hand that was resting on the table.

"Your other hand," I pointed again.

"There's nothing in my other hand." he took his hand out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"You were just messing with something in your pocket, Justin, I saw you." I stated, giving him a small encouraging smile.

He got up from his seat and knelt down on the ground dramatically, "I have something for you," he said giving me a smile as he pulled a white box with a black ribbon around it from his pocket.

He's not going to propose is he? We're only 15...that'd be a little weird... I thought. I held the box carefully and shook it. "What's in it?" I asked curiously.

"You have to open it and find out." he laughed.

I untied the ribbon, my smile widening as I saw the little black velvet box inside. I opened the box, and almost dropped it. Inside was a ring, with a pearl sitting in the center with one garnet gem on each side of it. "It's beautiful..." I whispered, tears forming in my eyes.

"It's a promise ring," he whispered, pulling it out of box and slipping it onto my finger carefully. I saw he had one too, his was made to match mine, without all the fancy gems and the pearl. I smiled and started to cry. "I hope you'll wear it,"

"Of course I'll wear it," I murmured, fixing it on my finger; it was a perfect fit. I threw myself at him, crying into his shoulder.

"I love you," he said, rubbing his hands over my back.

"I love you too," I leaned back and placed a single kiss on his lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day Danni," he smiled.

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