𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 ℱ𝒾𝓋𝑒

Andy and (Y/n) both looked at each other.

"Oh my gosh girl!" He gasped.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes.

"It's probably just a joke. Who would want to date me?" She chuckled.

"Girl shut up!" He smacked her on the head.

"Ok ok. I need to get going. Have a good night Andy." She said as she rubbed her head.

"(Y/n)! Wait!" Andy yelled.

"Yes?" (Y/n) raised a brow.

"I-uh, kinda need a ride to the house. Can you give me one! Pleaseeeee." He begged as he gave her puppy dog eyes and held his hands together, pleading. She blinked her eyes a few times and motioned him to come with her.

"Wait! I have to let the manager know that I'm leaving!" He said and ran to the back.

Once he came back out with his cute bright purple bag, he walked up to (Y/n).

"I HAVE AUX PRIVILEGES!!" He yelled out, running towards her car. (Y/n) let out a slight giggle.

"Come on hun, we both know some of your music sucks." He said sticking a tongue out at her.

She rolled her eyes at him. On the way to Andy's house they blasted music and sang the entire way. They finally made it to his house, settling down from the fun they were having.

"Alright hun, be careful on your way home." He said before they both did their handshake and he got out of the car.

(Y/n) sat there in his driveway for a moment, making sure he entered his house. Once he did, she messaged her mom and told her she was on her way.

She walked out to her car, texting her mom that she was on her way.

On the way home, she couldn't stop thinking about. The letter and roses.

She arrived home and placed the letter and bouquet on her desk. She stared at it for a minute until she grabbed some pajamas and got into the shower. After getting dressed, she brushed her hair and her teeth. She walked back into her room, and sat down at her desk. She reread the letter think of who could possibly like her. She couldn't believe this. Letting out a sigh, she put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen and walked back to her room. Wrapping herself up in her blankets she checked her phone for anything new. Checking her messages, she noticed an unfamiliar number had messaged her.

Unknown: Hey (N/N)!

(N/n): sorry who's this?

Unknown: Oh come on you know me! I was the one who gave you the letter and flowers. So what do you think?

(N/n): I still don't know who you are. Thanks though. It was sweet.

Unknown: of course my dear. You'll know who I am in the future, I'm just too nervous. I need to keep my identity hidden. :)

(N/n): Ok? There's no reason to be nervous.

Unknown: There's a lot of reasons to be nervous. You resemble a goddess. :)

(N/n): uh thanks?

Unknown: of course my dear.

(N/n): why do you call me "dear"?

Unknown: It just feels right.

(N/n): idk. How do I know your not some 40 year old creep after young girls?

Unknown: I assure you I'm not. I'm in the same grade as you.

Unknown: b̵̸͙̅̽͡ͅę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊s̩͙͖̋͛͟d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊s̩͙͖̋͛͟ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟f̷̵̫̞̉͢ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ f̷̵̫̞̉͢ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ c̷̹͖͋́̃r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀ ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚k̶̸͙̭̹͆͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠ t̴͕͖͓̀ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊y̯̤͑́́̓́ ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈, i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ ẅ̷̷̢̟͇͈̒i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ s̩͙͖̋͛͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟t̴͕͖͓̀ t̴͕͖͓̀ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟t̴͕͖͓̀ p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡y̯̤͑́́̓́ t̴͕͖͓̀h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞t̴͕͖͓̀ h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ c̷̹͖͋́̃ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ s̩͙͖̋͛͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊s̩͙͖̋͛͟ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊s̩͙͖̋͛͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘c̷̹͖͋́̃ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘.