One part of an equation: Book 1. (A fourx fan fiction)

Chapter 6: love letters

X's pov:

I yawn and wake up, "dang. Sunday already? How's it gone by so fast..." I wondered aloud. I noticed a knock on my door. I open it to see none other then M. "Morning son!" He greeted me with a smile. Hmm... he seemed to be in a sickly good mood today. I assumed it was nothing. I was greeted in the kitchen. My siblings were just eating their food and my Mom was god knows where. Dad handed me a small envelope, addressed to... me? I opened it and pulled out a blue card. In it had the following words; 'Hey X, you have literally no idea who or what I am but I wanted to say that I think you look really nice. I think I might love you. – Your secret admirer' "what in the what- do you know who wrote this?" He asked. "Well whoever she is sounds like a nice girl." My Dad said with a self assured nod. The idea it was a girl sent shivered out my spine. I knew I'm as gay as they come, I just hadn't come out to anyone but Seven. I just nodded like the idiot I am. I walked to me room, taking the letter and placing it on my nightstand. My mind gushed with thoughts of who the hell could've done this... I don't know many people. The only people I know are my family and Seven's family. And I know every one of Seven's 10 family members by name, and they all know who I am. So that didn't narrow it down! Great. Just great. I thought. But why would any of them be interested? The only one I knew really well was Seven and he has a theyfriend who lives with them for gods sake! They consider him family but I know that he isn't related to them in the slightest, he's just dating Seven. They consider him more of a son in law. I text Seven telling him. He seemed genuinely shocked by this, he didn't know who and he's a bad liar so I know he's telling the truth, I ask him to try and figure out who did it. He agreed, he said it couldn't be Zero. Since Nine wasn't part of the family they didn't count him. Ok so there are only Four siblings who it could be... One Two Four FiveThat narrowed it down... ok... ok I could solve this it's easy... ok... I got to thinking. I sat at my desk clicking my pen, I drew the four numbers I suspected. I thought, Hmm... well I know One has a girlfriend. Two has a boyfriend. Crossed them both out. Three was single so I left her. Four... he's single. Five is single. Left her. Six also single left him. Seven is not single, crossed him out. Eight is single, Nine was not single so I crossed him out. Then I crossed out Zero. Ok... ok it's either Three Four Five Six or Eight... easy! I thought. A few hours later I had gotten nowhere. Ugh- how is this so hard it should be really easy! I Know these people! It's just insAniTty. It's just So enraging! I need THE Answer. Why didn't they jUsT say their name... I got right to texting Seven. Asking Him tO ask aRound his house... he soon replied with a reluctant 'Sure...' which I rolled my eyes to. It was raining outside. I decided to go for a walk. I headed outside into the rain, watching as it so elegantly danced across the sky, it seemed so deliberate and chaotic at the same time watching as each small droplet of rain dripped onto each green leaf of the plants. It was tranquil and nice. The cold air surrounded me like a cushion. I took a few shaky breaths and gazed at the cloudy sky. I always like cold weather. The wet droplets caressed my cheeks as I looked upwards, the sun just peaking behind a whimsical cloud. It was nice, not too much sun. I walk down my street. It's not the ritz but I'm happy with where I am. I've lived her for 10 years now. That's most of my life. This is how I met Seven. And whoever the mystery admirer number is. I still do not have a damn clue. It could be any one of I am truly flummoxed. My mind wandered as to what even would happen if I found out who it was. I mean I didn't fee, anything for any of Seven's siblings. I feel a sudden uneven balance of weight as a I fall into a murky puddle, getting soaking wet. I just lay there, in the puddle. Getting soaking wet. Until I feel a warm firm hand grip my shoulder