"You're a little out of it," Vance pointed out from beside me.

One of the perks, okay somehow it was more of a disadvantage, to having Vance in one of my classes was that I rarely got bored. But also, I barely got to understand anything from the professor.

"Just thinking," I murmured a reply.

He hummed before snickering, mischievousness written all over his features, "Thinking of ways to surprise him on Valentine's Day?"

If I was drinking anything, I would comically spat it out by now. I couldn't believe that I actually freaking forgot about Valentine's Day. I looked over to my laptop screen to see the date and my head started panicking more when I realized it was only a few days away.

Great, I was such a good somewhat-girlfriend that I actually forgot.

"Yeah," I played along instead of having him mock me, "Any suggestions?"

He smirked and started suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. I knew immediately what he was implying and I rolled my eyes, slapping him lightly on the arm, "You're a creep."

"But I'm sure he'd be glad if ever you decide to go my route," he chuckled teasingly, "Take my word for it, Sienna."

I told myself that he was just joking but how the hell did I end up in a lingerie store literally the next day. Julia held up a cute set and I groaned, covering my face in embarrassment, "Why am I doing this?"

Meg swung an arm around my shoulder and laughed, "Because it's his job to bring the flowers, the wine, and chocolates and it's your job to bring the other thrill."

I looked at her incredulously and she started laughing heartily because of how mortifying and corny she sounded. Really, it sounded like from a weird teen sitcom that got canceled by the second episode.

"What's his favorite color?" Julia questioned, putting the hanger back on the rack, "Or you could go innocent with white or be extra alluring with black."

"Do you even hear yourself," I huffed, breaking free from Meg's hold, "Let's get out of here, I'm not even sure if I can do this."

She and Meg shared a look, one that I knew I wasn't going to like in the end. Julia sighed dramatically, looping arms with me, "Fine, let's go find you a nice outfit then because I'm sure you're going on a date."

"Well, he hasn't asked me out yet," I frowned as she led me out of the shop, "We're days away and we talk to each other all the time and not once did he ask me out on a date."

"It's the twenty-first century, how about you be the one to ask him out?" she suggested.

She did have a point and besides, maybe he was just a little bit busy. I mean, if Vance never told me then I would have completely forgotten.

Meg appeared behind us with a mischievous grin, dropping one paper on my hand, "For you," then she gave a similar one to Julia, "And another for you."

Why did I expect this?

However, Julia was not. Her cheeks reddened so fast and she looked like she was on the verge of yelling, "This wasn't part of the plan."

"Don't look at me like that, you have a guy as well," she winked, ignoring her complaints of embarrassment.

Alright, next time I was going to need to warn Meg and Julia about doing these things in front of me. All things considered, the man that Julia was dating was my cousin and just the thought of what she was implying made me want to barf.

But nonetheless, I thanked them both for thinking of me. They reignited the romantic spirit within me so once we were finished with the shopping, I quickly headed to Adam's apartment.

Though when he opened the door for me, my heart wasn't prepared for his conversation with somebody on the phone, "Make sure the bouquet gets there on time."

If this was his way of dropping hints then I was all for it.

He invited me inside while still on the phone. I looked around and my giddiness double when I saw the box on the coffee table. It was in gold wrappings, a gorgeous red ribbon on top.

I bit my lip and happily sat on the couch, waiting for him to end his call. The shopping bags on my arms felt lighter by the second because while it was kind of out of character for me, I was bubbling with excitement just from this.

He didn't have to go all out since it wasn't that big of an occasion, but here he was putting in all the effort.

I was so tempted to peek over to the box but I held back, he was right there in front of me.

"Sorry about that," he smiled welcomingly, placing his phone back down, "Oh you went shopping."

"Yeah," I nodded, hugging the bags as I placed them on my lap, "What's all this?"

He glanced towards the box, knowing full well that that was what I was talking about. Then, a full-on grin placed itself on his face, taking the box from the coffee table and sitting down next to me.

I immediately swiped away my shopping bags onto the floor, looking at him expectantly.

Then what he said next absolutely shattered everything.

"Soph's birthday is coming up, I'm going to have this and a bouquet delivered to her dressing room since she's going to have a concert on that day," he informed with so much happiness – the same happiness I displayed minutes ago.

"Oh," I breathed out, willing myself to calm down, "When's her birthday?"

"The fifteenth," he chuckled, placing the box back down on the table, "So it's pretty close."

Named Heart Valentine and was born a day after Valentine's Day. Her parents really did her a world of favors.

"Anything planned for the day before?" I drawled out sheepishly.

He was thoughtful for a second and it took my everything not to gape at him. Either he had a huge ass surprise for me and was simply playing dumb or he really forgot and was actually dumb.

"I have a test for my first class so that's not fun," he shrugged.

Okay, I was done.

I immediately stood up and picked up all my bags, "I'm going back to the dorm."

"Already?" he shot up to follow me to the door, "You just got here."

Well, apparently I haven't been here long enough.

"I have to study," I murmured an awful excuse.

And you have to fawn over Hollywood's Princess – don't worry, we both have our priorities.

It wasn't like I was asking him to suddenly forget about her. I get it, she's a very valuable part of his life and I would never dare to replace her or even make him choose between us. All I ask is a bit of that affection directed my way.

If Valentine's Day wasn't such a big deal to him, then he should consider it one to me.

Okay, so maybe I forgot about it but in my defense, I lost track of the dates completely. He was here, clearly aware of what day it was, and he still didn't bring it up.

For fuck's sakes, I was getting whinier and whinier by the second. Even I was tired of hearing myself complain so I should just get myself out of this situation before it escalates.

"You're lying," he stated a matter-of-factly, staring at me right in the eye, "What's wrong?"

I was simply being petty, "Nothing."

"Come on," he smiled encouragingly, trying to get the shopping bags out of my hands.

Couldn't he just understand that for this one moment, I didn't want to be with him because the last thing I wanted was to get angry at him for something as trivial as this?

Since he was so bad at reading the situation, he kept on tugging on the bags while I had this steel hold on them. And of course, the one bag that had to be the casualty was the one with the lingerie. It ripped open and out came the flimsy lace.

By this point, I was too tired to embarrassed.

But him? He stared at the blasted thing like it was his first time seeing one.

I nonchalantly bent down and picked it up, stuffing it inside one of the other bags.

"What was that?" he managed to choke out, looking back up at me.

"I don't know, maybe I'm going to video call Justin later."

It was a foul move and maybe because I was getting more annoyed by the second was the reason why I said that. He, however, finally gotten rid of his shock and his face was now overtaken by a new emotion.

He suddenly bent down and picked me up by my thighs and plopped me back down on the couch, "You will do no such thing."

Oh so now you remember me as the girl you should be romanticizing. I had to roll my eyes at this – he acted all possessive but didn't even bother to think what I felt over him and Heart.

Screw him.

"Whatever," I huffed, sitting back up and flattening my hair, "Yeah you made your point. Can I go now?"

Here was the thing with Adam – he knew whenever there was something wrong but at the times, he doesn't know what that specific thing was. But still, no matter how angry he became because of what I just said, his gaze softened and kneeled down on the carpet so he was looking up at me, his hands rubbing my thighs in some sort of defeat.

"What's wrong?" unlike earlier, this was wrapped in tenderness that made my anger slowly melt.

But this very argument was what sparked all my insecurities back. He wasn't immersed in a relationship and I get it, we weren't official but hello, you have a girl right here in front of you who would love nothing more than your attention. And yet, the only thing in his mind was Heart's birthday. Shouldn't he notice that the day damn day before is literally a day celebrating love and such?

Couldn't you at least ask me out without me having to say it?

Were you so immersed with her gifts that you completely forgot? My excuse was that I lost track of the days and date so I managed to forget that fourteen was closer than I initially thought.

But you? You acknowledged that her birthday, the fifteenth, was close and yet you can't say the same for Valentine's Day?

Oh Adam, you have your priorities and sadly, I have mine as well – my pride.

So for now, I was going to hold my fire, "Really, it's just one of those days."

And to make sure he really did believe me, I forced a smile and pressed a kiss on the top of his head, "But I do have to study so I need to go."

"Sienna..." he trailed off, still not letting go of me.

"If you're worried about what I said about Justin, don't be," I laughed, my heart aching because I had to sound light and joking, "I'm yours right now."

Are you mine though?

Actually, don't answer that question because I wasn't ready for it yet.

"Okay," he mumbled under his breath, finally releasing me.

Looks like my Valentine's date was a bowl of popcorn and some romcom. Maybe I can convince Meg to go with me to an actual cinema because the last thing I wanted was to stay cooped up in my dorm and her boyfriend was miles away so she wasn't doing anything in particular as well.

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So after much thought, I decided to stick to two updates a week mostly because I can barely remember to update twice, what more three times?

We reached our thirties so that means we're about to go to that slow descent towards the ending. 

Question: Do you think Sienna and Adam are end game?

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