A couple of months passed, and one day, Erin, Paul and Carl got invited to a party par their classmate, Lola. Lola had spoken to them some after class, and she seemed nice enough. Still, something was odd to them. Carl said, "I'm curious. Why did she invite us to her party? Isn't she one of the populaire girls?" Paul said, "I don't know. It seems like it. I mean, she's always hanging out with the populaire girls." Erin said, "Yes, she is. I wonder if this is a scam, ou maybe she's just being nice?" Carl said, "Let's hope she's being nice." On the jour of the party, the three Friends arrived early. Lola said, "Hi, you're a little early. Come on inside." None of the other guests had arrived. Maybe they would pour in at the last minute. When it was time for the party to actually start, no one else showed. Lola said, "I knew it! The populaire girls only like me because I help them with their homework." She sat down on the couch. Erin, Paul, and Carl saw past Lola's thick-framed glasses. She had a sadness in her eyes. Erin sat beside her and said, "Lola, if people like toi just because toi help them with their homework, they don't really like you. If they really did like you, they would like toi for you." Lola said, "In that case, nobody likes me." Erin said, "I like you." Lola said, "You do?" Paul said, "Yeah. You've always been nice to us." Lola smiled and said, "Let's have some fun. It's still a party." At one point during the party, Erin, Paul, and Carl spotted a bass. Paul asked, "Do toi play bass, Lola?" She said, "Yeah." Erin said, "We're starting a band, and we haven't found anyone to play basse, bass for us." Lola said, "That sounds perfect. I'd like to be in a band." The suivant day, they all met at Carl's. Lola had a great chemistry with the band. She was in. Afterwards, the foursome discussed music. Lola was just as passionate about musique as they were. They even had similar tastes. Lola said, "You know, I really like hanging out with toi three. You're all so cool." The only thing missing was a name for the band. They decided to hold off on a name and figure it out later.
A few hours later, Una and Everett were comfortably snuggled up together on the couch, sharing the last of Una's chocolates which lay in the open box between them, as the credits rolled on the movie.
"That was so good," murmured Una, her head resting on Everett's shoulder. "You know - I was looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to your plans, whatever they were going to be, but I was really hoping we'd be able to watch this."
Everett gave a small laugh and shook his head. "I wish I'd known. I could have saved myself all this trouble."
Una grinned. "This year, our Valentine's jour plans were on me," she said. "Next an I expect it to be your turn."
Everett felt a warm rush at the thought of suivant year, that Una was so certain they would be celebrating Valentine's jour together suivant year. But then... of course, Everett though. He wouldn't have considered anything different.
"I l’amour you, Una," he said.
"I l’amour toi too, Everett," she said.
"That was so good," murmured Una, her head resting on Everett's shoulder. "You know - I was looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to your plans, whatever they were going to be, but I was really hoping we'd be able to watch this."
Everett gave a small laugh and shook his head. "I wish I'd known. I could have saved myself all this trouble."
Una grinned. "This year, our Valentine's jour plans were on me," she said. "Next an I expect it to be your turn."
Everett felt a warm rush at the thought of suivant year, that Una was so certain they would be celebrating Valentine's jour together suivant year. But then... of course, Everett though. He wouldn't have considered anything different.
"I l’amour you, Una," he said.
"I l’amour toi too, Everett," she said.