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I wake up from my peaceful slumber to the small amount of light coming through the curtains. I need to hurry up and get out of here before Tom wakes up. I carefully pry his arms off of my waist then get up and get dressed. I then grab my phone and head out to the streets to head to my apartment
Once I get to my apartment, I hop into the shower. While letting the water hit my body, I think about me and Tom. I hate that our relationship went from friends to friends with benefits. Every time we would look at each other or even be near each other, there was sexual tension. Then one day he kissed me and it led to a night of sex. I hold back the urge to cry because I hate that I am in a relationship like this.
I get out of the shower and as I walk to my bedroom I notice the date on my calendar. It's Valentine's Day. Despite how my love life is going, I still like this day. So as a spray painter, I feel inspired right now because of the date. I get dressed and grab my bag that has my spray cans and head out to my usual place.
It's about three o'clock in the afternoon as I finish up my piece. I then hear the sound of a motorcycle. I turn around and I know exactly who is on the motorcycle because I recognize it. Tom takes off his helmet and looks at the heart I painted. Inside the heart, there's a couple kissing.
"Looks, beautiful love."
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I woke up to find you gone and I quickly got up to look for you."
"Because I wanted to tell you something as soon as we both woke up."
He lets out a sigh then gets off his bike and comes closer to me.
"Gisselle, I'm tired of just having sex with you then pretending like it didn't happen when we go to work on our movies or whatever. I want more than that. I want us to be together as boyfriend and girlfriend. I want to be able to tell my friends and family that hey I have someone. I want to kiss you after takes, in the morning, at night, hell, whenever you want or whenever I want because I can do that when we are a couple. I have fallen in love with you."
I'm surprised. So I'm not the only one that has fallen in love. This feels awesome, but why do I have this feeling of not believing him? Maybe because this is the first time I've been in love.
"Tom, I don't know. I mean, how do I know that things will be better? You started this friends with benefits relationship."
"I know and I regret that I seduced you instead of asking you out, but we were both desperate."
"Well, you're not wrong."
"Look, it's Valentine's Day. Spend the day with me and when it's over, you can choose if we start a loving relationship or we go back to friends. Sound good?"
"No, Tom, I think I'd rather walk around and think. So if you don't mind," I pick up my backpack and go around him.
As I start walking towards a diner to eat, I hear the sound of his motorcycle behind me. He's going at the walking speed I'm going.
"Gisselle, please. I'm not gonna give up."
I am only doing this because I want to make sure he is serious. I'll know by the end of the day if I should be his girlfriend, but right now, I'm having fun and getting him back for starting this relationship that has caused me a little pain. I arrive at the diner and I take a seat at a booth. Tom parks his bike then comes.
"Can I sit with you?"
"Don't matter to me." He sits across from me and takes off his jacket.
"So why are you like ignoring me?"
"I'm not. It's more like getting payback for starting this whole relationship."
"Alright, I deserve that. But you are to blame as well."
"I know. Look let's start over again. Try and woo me over. Then I'll know if I really want to be your girlfriend."
"Alright, I love a good challenge. So what are you having?"
We have some late lunch and during that time we talk just like how we used to when we were friends. I think he's trying to get me to fall in love with him again. While he's paying the check I quickly get outside and continue my walk.
As I'm walking I hear the motorcycle again next to me.
"So you're not gonna hop on?"
"Alright." He drives over to the other side of the street and parks. I wait to see what he does. He walks over to a guy selling flowers and purchases a single red rose. Jogs over to where I'm standing and holds out the rose to me.
"I remembered how much you like them. This is to show that I'm serious."
I smile then take the rose.
I turn around and go back to walking, I hear his footsteps behind me. As I look around the beautiful streets I don't notice when Tom comes up and kisses my cheek. I blush from that and he just smiles at me.
"Beautiful places are your weakness."
"Listen, I know of a place we can go to for fun."
He takes me to the park where right now there's music and people dancing. Me and Tom both like to dance.
"May I have this dance?"
He takes my hand and leads me to where everyone else is dancing. My left hand is in his right hand while his left is on my back. My right hand is on his shoulder. As we dance I can't help but think that I love this man and that I truly want to be with him.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?"
"Well, you do. You always look beautiful. I don't know how I got lucky to have someone as great as you."
"Well, I don't know how I got lucky to get someone like you, Tom."
We both let out laughs then stare at each other. He slowly leans in and kisses me on the lips. This time it feels different because we love each other.
After we get done dancing, it becomes night time. Valentine's Day is almost over. Tom and I walk hand and hand towards his bike. We both get on and he off we go. We arrive at the place I painted my heart earlier today. We stand in front of it and look at it.
"Again Gisselle, I just wanna say I'm sorry."
"It's fine, Tom. All that matters now is that we love each other and that we're finally in a normal loving relationship."
"Yes, indeed," he leans in and kisses me deeply. "I love you and happy Valentine's Day."
"Happy Valentine's Day and I love you, too."