The Ancient Scrolls of RANT (Multi-fandom author rants/chains)

The Weight of the World (Excerpt)

So I've been working on a few stories. One of them my friend is writing more and I'm trying to do a graphic novel interpretation for, which is actually really fun! I haven't gotten that far though because I started writing this story. It's not much yet either, but writing for me it's a nice change and I hope you guys enjoy! Some context, Dani's ex (Tristen) cheated on her and she caught them on Valentine's Day so Dani and Tristen broke up. Also if you get the Marina and the Diamonds ref I will love you forever!! Anyway, comment edits please I really do appreciate them. Enjoy!

I was alone on the day where everybody had somebody. Not just alone, but recently alone. I had someone by my side just this morning and for some reason fate decided she didn't want me to be happy on one of the most loving days of the whole year.
I looked at the tables of two that surrounded me. Like I said, everyone had someone....sometimes even multiple someones. I'm not talking about poly relationships (though no judgement from me), I was referring to the table of four two booths in front of me. They broke the pattern of the hundreds of couples tables; I also recognized some of them. Horror boy was sitting across from the Little Hipster. Their real names were David and Claudia, but Davey was the biggest Stephen King fan you could ever meet and Claudia was dwarf-sized but had an acute and quite vintage sense of fashion. Both of them were in my history class, which was a small class, so I felt more connected to them than I did the other two at the table. I think one of them was in Latin with me. Thomas maybe? I'm not really sure what his name was, but I focused more on Horror Boy, aka David Aberman.
He seemed to be more interested in the frost climbing on the glass outside the restaurant than anything his friends were saying. He eyes strayed from the snowfall for a moment as he caught sight of me. His face was first fill of confusion, but it quickly melted into pity when he noticed the absence of a person in my booth. I looked down and played with the straw of my peppermint patty shake, poking at the whipped cream and cherry that had sunk to the bottom of the empty glass. Amongst the din of the diner's customers and kitchen I heard a low chair squeak as it slid across the floor. Davey had gotten up from his chair and was walking over to me.
"Did Tristen ditch?" That was the first thing he said to me. I mean my relationship with Tristen was well-known in the school, but hearing someone mention us like they were following our stories in a magazine made me feel like a celebrity. Not the glam and fame, but the complete invasion of personal life. I have been aware of this invasion of privacy before, but it hit me today that it was still apparent. That feeling didn't sit well with me. I didn't give a verbal response, but simply nodded my head in acknowledgement.
"Listen, Dani, I'm gonna give it to you straight. Tristen is one of those guys that can't handle commitment. He latches onto people, but doesn't want to get hurt so leaves before they can leave him. I don't know the whole story and I don't want to get involved in something I shouldn't, but just take it as a compliment that he stayed with you for as long as he did. Boys, especially boys with power, are all like him." He finished his straight talk and I suddenly felt the urge to defend my guy friends. But I stopped myself because I knew that Davey's right. I still didn't respond to him however. I must've seemed like the friendliest person on earth that day!
"I know it's tough when these kind of things happen. I mean I personally haven't had experience with it, but I know people who have...If it makes you feel any better, I've always been alone on Valentine's Day." This caught my attention and I finally looked up at him.
"Well, I've always been with the Lonely Hearts on this day, but it's not really the same. At least you know what it's like to have someone." He tried to hide his disappointment in a forced laugh at the end of his confession. I felt bad for him.
"A guy like you hasn't gotten a somebody yet? The world must've made a mistake." I could see Davey's face wavering between confusion and anger. He must've thought I was being sarcastic.
"No, I mean it. Sincerely. You seem nice enough, obviously honest, from what i know in history class, quite intellectual and to be honest pretty cute. The world has made a mistake."
So I tried to flirt with him slightly out of pity and desperation....you can't blame me. After just having my heart shattered and attempted to be fixed with shiny, black duct tape, I think I deserved this a little bit. Besides, it was Valentine's Day, I was in a loving mood! Davey didn't seem to appreciate it too much however. He uttered a small 'thanks' and then walked back to his table. I watched his other friends attempt to spy on me while I'm not looking. I didn't see them do it exactly, but I caught their lingering stare when I glanced up from my table. After David left, I grabbed a pink index card from pre-calc (for my formulas) and started writing in a black calligraphy marker.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
And out of everyone in the world,
I'm sorry the world chose to be mean to you.
You helped me through my shit when I was feeling blue
So I'd really like to get to know you.
Call me, beep me if ya wanna reach me!
(203-565-7242)

As I got up to head out the door, I stepped forward two booths and slid the index card onto the Lonely Hearts' table. I wasn't trying to be subtle at all.
"Happy Valentine's Day Davey. You really deserve this by now."
With that, I left the diner and didn't even dare look back. All I knew is that I sensed something special about Davey. He was different from the other guys I knew and he was just the change of scenery I needed. They might need to change their club name...