Young love is a myth. It’s something we’re conditioned to expect by movies and stories. It’s something we all wanted but could never find. And even when we got older and discovered the truth, we still wish, just a little, that we had had it. To Hell With Fate; or Why the Best Valentine's Gifts Come From Mini-Marts is the tale of two young cousins who find themselves bored to tears at a family funeral. In their boredom, they find another cousin willing to tell them a little story about his young love: how a simple Valentine’s Day gift became one of the best things he'd ever done.
He’d intended that to be a momentary distraction, but the girls began to want more. Soon he was telling them about the two girls he knew that took part in that story. The one that he very publicly had a crush on, the one that he privately cared for. The stories were about how he met them, and how they got to that Valentine's Day. He told them about going to Paris in college, and how one of them ended up joining him there. But it was up to them to figure out who it was. It was a fine story on its own, but as the girls dug deeper, they find themselves enveloped in a longer saga, told one piece at a time. One about the difference between a crush and love. One that challenges their notions of fate and perfection. One about how our own worst enemies can be ourselves, and how in the end, we’re all just a little messed up. And that’s okay.