What’s the Bug Fuzz About Valentines Day

"Valentines Day is the most stupid holiday ever invented!" I exclaimed to my 'friend' Nicky. "The only reason it's still around is because companies get so much money out of it!"

My family had stuck me with the weirdest most strange people we knew for the weekend. Not that my family were much better. My dad is a walking talking computer while Mum on the other hand has the lights on but half the time it's like there's no one home. My older brother Morris is a sell-out and my grandmother, who lives with us, thinks that the big palm tree out the back is god. If that isn't weird enough our dog, Artemis, thinks she's a cat and acts accordingly. And as for me, well, I'm invisible.

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It was around mid-February and the days were so humid you could barely move. My mum came into my room without even a knock. "Tilly, darling, you know how your brother got into that basketball team? Well they're going down the coast on Friday." I did know. Morris had gotten into state basket ball team a few weeks before and I knew they were having a big competition next week. "Well I hope you don't mind, but I've organized for you to go to Julie's house for the weekend." Mum smiled at me. "Is that all right love?"

I didn't like it much but I agreed. I’d known mum's friend Julie since forever and she had twins, Nicky and Adam who were just a few months older then me. I think mum wanted me to stay there because their place was a bit like ours. Except there was no nerdy dad or crazy grandma and the brother was so quiet he was as far from being Morris as I was to be Nicky. So this is where I was now. Spending the worst day of the year with the weirdest people I have ever met wasn't something on my "to do before I die list".

But I was and I'd spent the last fifteen minutes trying to convince Nicky that Valentines Day, which was next Saturday, was stupid and there was absolutely no point in it. All my fights with Nicky had been similar, we had had one that afternoon as to whether the flowers I had placed in the lounge room were infested with Smiggles. I gave up in defeat and went back to my dinner. Julie was twirling her spaghetti round on her plate like a two year old and Nicky was taking tiny bites, barely opening her mouth. I stared at her in fascination. "Don't worry about her," Adam muttered next to me, "she always eats like that."

I smiled at Adam. This had been one of the first times he had opened his mouth since I had arrived the day before. He smiled back before blushing and concentrating on his spaghetti. After doing the cleaning up after dinner I retired to the dining room to read as Julie didn't own a TV.

Nicky was reading her book upside down for a reason unbeknownst to me and Adam appeared to be reading a book normally. I settled down to my book as well and before I knew it an hour had passed and Nicky was declaring she was going to bed. I looked at my watch which read nine o'clock and figured I had be better getting to bed as well, my dad was planning on picking me up early the next morning. I was rearranging the flowers when I heard a sound behind me. Adam was standing there.

"Uh Ma-Matilda, Tilly." He stuttered . "I know you're all anti-valentines and stuff, but I was wondering whether you, well if you wanted to go and see an anti-valentines movie next Saturday or something." I stared at him, completely shocked. I couldn't believe that quiet, polite Adam Moloney had just asked me out. He seemed to mistake my silence as a negative answer. "Or well if you don't -"
No Adam, I'd love to. And I realised maybe Valentines wasn't as bad as I had thought.

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