Daniel Barren

The sunlight always had a way of making things seem more vibrant. Especially on Valentine’s Day. Daniel enjoyed seeing the smiles of couples as they gifted each other, proposed, or simply walked side by side and hand in hand. He also enjoyed the smiles he put on people’s faces— the singletons as he called them —when he’d give them single roses or a box of chocolates. This is what I was destined to do. He was content to not having a Valentine for his happiness was only sparked by the happiness of others. And that was enough for him. However... As of recently, someone has rather caught his eye, and that never happened. Daniel had grew up in this town since he was a fetus and he’d known everyone on the block! They’re new. He had thought when they made eye contact with him no longer than five seconds. Daniel felt like it was his..obligation to welcome them to town and to also maybe ask them to be his Valentine. Maybe this year it was time for a change. Bouquet of roses in one hand and a box of Forrero Rochers in the other as he stood outside their house...that he tooootally found by complete accident. He sat there for a good..thirty minutes or so..not that he was counting. Damn girl, it’s Valentine’s day..ya ain’t got nothin’ to do? He thought, slightly growing impatient before clicking tongue and shifting, his slicked back blond hair bristling in the cool early afternoon air. Now before we continue, what decision would have been more logical for Daniel to make. Knock on their door and wait for a response? Or snoop around their house and sneak through an open window? If you chose the first one then you’re wrong! Being the reckless guy he was, he paced around the house, finding himself in the backyard and staring dead at an open window. Bingo. It was a tight fit but he managed through and now he found himself smack-dab in the middle of their living room. Nice place. They could really help me decorate my shack on a home. He thought as he appreciatively roamed his gaze around the neatly decorated living room. He walked down the hall, looking up the stairs as he debated on going up or staying in the living room. But I think we already know that he’s not going to wait..again. So he kicked off his boots, being mindful of their crisp carpets, and walked up the stairs. He made sure to be quiet, wanting to surprise them with this super cool, they-will-fall-head-over-heels-for-me surprise. He stepped into what he guessed was their room and sat on their bed. Comfy. Now all he had to do now, unfortunately, was wait. Bathroom light was on and he heard the shower. Maybe now was a bad time but he was already in too deep. He just hoped they wouldn’t ask questions like ”how’d you get into my home?!”. Like can’t a man just show his love?