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wrong Apartment. I keep telling you, guys, I'm not that
stupid Miranda girl. Oh okay, not what I expected you
came here to what? Dude? I hate this holiday and
you know that. Ah, this is like the worst surprise ever.
What are those bags? Don't tell me that you brought stuff? Seriously,
I don't even know what's in those Probably something cheap,
like chocolates or a stupid teddy bear from a truck store.
You know I hate small trinkets like that. Yeah, okay,
totally go ahead and get comfortable, since you're not giving
me a choice. Valentine's Days for losers or like divorced
moms shoving chocolate in their mouths till they forget about
their own man take tragedies. No, I'm not projecting. Valentine's
Day sucks. Everything about it is cheesy? Do I really
need to rehash this? Didn't even want to relax anyway?
Might as well, sit before I get frustrated and kick
you out. Great, Yeah, pull out the stupid chocolates. Why not?
Which one should we try first? The hazelnut or the
orange jam that tastes like soap that doesn't look like
a box of chocolates. Ah, that's weird. I don't remember
mentioning that I like these? How did you? They're even
strawberry frost? And who told you that these are my favorite? Oh?
You listened? Okay, sure makes total sense. I still hate
Valentine's Day. Sucking up to me and getting me treats
isn't going to fix that. I told you I've had
bad experiences, like the worst experiences, and if I could
live in blissful ignorance and act all happy this time around,
I would, But it's not that easy, and buttering me
up with sugar cookies and chocolates and all that jazz
won't do anything in the scheme of things. Did you
just come here to throw treats at me? Don't you
have better places to be, dude? I am not deflecting.
There are way cooler places to be than my messy
apartment on Valentine's Day. You could be at like a
cool bar or out partying or talking with some other
girl who would actually appreciate. Uh, oh there's more. Yeah, sure,
just present them to me one by one. Why don't
you the last one? Secret? Right? Got it? I actually
really like these? How'd you know that I liked the
strawberry flavor so much? I barely ever talk about it,
and I haven't seen strawberry pokis on the shelves in months. Really,
you camped out for pockeys? Couldn't you have just ordered
them on Amazon or something? Man, I haven't had these
in so long. I bet they tasted even better than
I remember. All right, Fine, your gifts are going well,
but that doesn't mean anything. Just because you know my
favorite snacks doesn't mean I'm cuddling up to you. Yes,
I'm being cautious. That's what's important on days like this,
making sure people don't take advantage of the romantic mood.
I've had enough people to do that in the past.
I get it. We've been friends for a while now,
but I don't think I've ever had a Valentine's Day
go how I wanted. If I'm honest, so at least
I have an excuse to be this. Oh okay, so
you got me my favorite snacks and now you're doing
the classic draping your arm around me. Move got it,
I'm not playing this game. I understand that you think
I'm tough, so maybe it would be fun to like
get under my skin or whatever, but I'm not giving
in to you. Okay. This isn't something to just mess
around with. It's serious. Today's supposed to be a romantic day,
not a mess with Blair until she freaks out on
me day. I don't feel like being played just because
you want entertainment. No, this is a joke to you.
You're smiling. Why would you be smiling if it wasn't
a joke. Sure, you're really just doing this because you
like me. That makes total sense. You're bringing all these
snacks and breaking into my house on Valentine's Day because
you like me, not because you want to mess with me.
What's that? No, you're kidding? Is that a signed poster
of doctor Ian Malcolm? Is this signature real? Not just
print it on? Oh my god, it's real. It's sharpy
I how did you even get this? These are like
super expensive. I haven't been able to get even close
to nabbing one of these how long have you been
saving for this? Months? No way, I can't believe it. Seriously,
I'm sorry. I know I'm not usually touchy, but no
one's ever done anything like this for me before. No
one's ever actually understood the things that I liked, let
alone gotten me something so meaningful. And I don't know
how you managed it. And I'm sorry for freaking out
on you. I just I didn't know what to do.
I was worried that you were playing some sort of
game because I couldn't believe that anyone would would really
want to spend Valentine's Day with me. And I was wrong.
I was really wrong. And well I'm starting to believe you. Wait,
it's not just for Valentine's Day, like you feel like
this all the time about me? Bro, Why didn't you
tell me sooner? Oh my gosh, you are such a
All of this could have been avoided if you had
just said something to me, But no, you just had
to spoil me with all of these hyper specific gifts
and actually understand who I am as a person. No,
I'm not mad. I'm maybe a little internally conflicted on
whether or not this is actually real, But how could
I ever be angry. This might be the best day
of my life. You don't believe me. Come on, we've
already been through this. I thought that you were sucking
up to me because of I don't know, maybe you
wanted something from me, or maybe you just wanted to
embarrass me. Obviously, neither of those things have any truth
in them. But I'm kind of stupid sometimes, And really,
if I didn't like all of this, would I really
still be here. I definitely would have kicked you out
by now. All right, Well, if you need proof, I
guess I could try to hold on one second. Yes,
it's a book, a book that I never thought I
would allow to see the light of day. But since
you are so dead set on the fact that I'm
a liar, now I will show you my more vulnerable side.
Sit closer to me. You've pretty much already confessed, so
don't be shy now. These are drawings I made from
about a year ago, maybe even a bit more. We
met a while back, but I hadn't really reconnected with
my artistic side until then. Yeah, there were drawings of
you mostly anyway. Some are you, some are us together,
from when I tried to capture the moments we had.
I know it's stupidly cheesy, and I think I would
free dive off a cliff if anyone saw them, but
they proved my point. You were my muse pretty much
for the entire year. All of these, every single one,
there are all of us. This one's from when we
went to that cafe and heard that amazing singer. I
forgot her name, but I remember the look in your eyes.
I couldn't really place it, and it felt weirdly intimate
to me, so I drew it, and I know what
it was now, but back then all I could do
was draw. And then this one from when we went
to that museum and I tripped over myself at the
Dino exhibit trying to get a good look at the fossils.
Still worth it, by the way, but it took me
hours to get this sketch right. Looking back on it,
I was obviously too scared to process my emotions, so
I threw it all on paper and just hope for
the best. But the more I captured the feelings on paper,
the less I had to worry about them. At least
that's what I thought. By the way, this is your fault,
because you should have told me this like a millennium ago.
But I guess Valentine's Day works too. Dating that's new,
but I guess that's the word for it. Jokes aside,
I don't really think there's anyone else that I would
want to be in a relationship with. I mean, even
putting aside the fact that you gave me literally the
best gift that I think anyone's ever given me in
the history of time. If I'm honest, I think you're
probably the only person that can put up with my
borderline insane levels of insecurity. Yep, we're just calling it
what it is now. Well, obviously the fact that you
showed up here doing nothing but being nice and my
first instinct was to freak out. I mean, that doesn't
make me tough, that makes me insecure, Like it felt
easier for me to just write it all off as
fake than to actually entertain the idea that you're trying
to get my attention. Yeah, I said, I'm not the
easiest to be around, and I know that, but I
hope you'll believe me when I say that all those
drawings I drew, I poured my heart into them. You know,
it's actually a good thing. I never burnt that book.
I thought about it for a while because I didn't
want anyone to find it and realize that I'm softy. Yes,
my ultimate fear being discovered. You're making me blush. Thank you.
You always say such nice things to me. I'm not
used to it. Do you want to hold my hand
interlocking fingers? Yes, your hand's so warm, thank you. My
poem's kind of slutty because I'm nervous. No, I just
can't remember the last time I held hands with anyone.
Stop calling me pretty, it's not true. Okay, fine, I
don't believe that you're lying. I just think you're wrong.
Oh shut up. I have my stupid cat hat on.
You can't call me cute. Stop I'm not cute, okay,
whatever you're cute. Oh no, I'm not giggly. I'm just
I guess I am. Oh No, you're melting me. I
don't know. Something about you holding my hand just has
me feeling all giddy. I'm not used to this, Okay.
I know I talk a real big game for a blushy, giggly,
stupid softie. And if you tell anyone, you're dead. Got
it all right? I'm done being grumpy for the day. Okay,
that's probably a lie, but I won't be grumpy toward you,
and I promise. How about we order something something yummy.
I'm kind of craving typhoon m and then maybe we
can take this handholding to the next level and cuddle.
I know, imagine. Yeah, it sounds good to you. Okay,
and I guess, against all odds, I must say Happy
Valentine's Day. I am so so happy to be spending
it here with you.