Music ✔️

Chapter 7

~Millicent~

It was three weeks after Mr. O'Keefe's accident and I have gotten closer to Donovan ever since. I've finally eaten dinner at and seen his house and it's huge. Three stories not including the attic. Large, spacious rooms and a large TV in the living room and Don's bedroom. Beautiful white and blue walls. It was like a dream.

I was reading my new copy of Pride and Prejudice, when my phone rang. My ringtone was the Can't Help Falling in Love cover by twenty one pilots. My heart warmed from the words. It was Donovan. I picked it up.

"Hey," I said happily. He was my favorite person in the world.

"Hey, Milly." he said, equally happy. "Are you free right at this moment?"

"Yeah. Madison went on her first real date with Mikey as soon as he moved back in. Why?" I asked.

"You'll see," I can just sense his adorable smirk. "Can you come over to my house?"

"I guess. Right now?" I asked.

"Yes, Mill." he answered.

"Okay, I'll be over in ten."

"Good, because that was a trick question. I wasn't going to take no for an answer."

I smiled to myself, said goodbye, put on sweats and his jacket, left a note in case my sister came back and drove to Donovan's house. As I got out of Sebastian and parked him, I noticed that there were tables with vases on them shaping a pathway to the front door on his lawn. I gasped when I saw that the vases carried black roses.

The first vase had a note in Donovan's handwriting.

Dear beautiful Millicent Evans,

Please pick up each rose until you have a full bouquet. I hope you like this.

XOXO,

D

I smiled and did as I was told. When I reached the front door, I had a dozen roses all together. I opened the unlocked door and was greeted by a boombox with another note from Donovan.

Dear adorable Millicent Evans,

Please turn the volume up, press play and continue your journey in that order. I really hope you like this.

XOXO,

D

I twisted the volume knob and pressed play. I heard an acoustic guitar strumming and Donovan singing his own cover of Can't Help Falling in Love. Happy tears pricked my eyes. What was this boy up to?

I walked into the living room and nearly dropped my flowers. Right below the stairs behind the couch, was an eighth note made out of Turkish Halfeti roses. Here come the waterworks. I wiped the tear away, took out my phone, snapped a picture of it and saved it as my wallpaper. I wanted this moment to last forever. There was another note next to it.

Dear oboe-playing Millicent Evans,

That music note was just the beginning.