Four Girls, One Problem

Raine's Admierer

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Given Shianne and Kourtney already left, Angel had to go home at six. And then Savanna and Cody ended up leaving, too, because of college. So it was very quiet with just me and my parents. Ever since William got arressted, things have been weird. Not weird, exactly, just...different. Not much conversation happened anymore. It was as if someone had died.

My parents were at the store, so that left me home alone. I mostly just flipped through channels on TV. My parents also mentioned something about therapy. I didn't want to go to therapy. That wasn't going to go well. I could just tell. I didn't do well with people. I just wanted this whole thing to blow over.

There was a knock at the door and I answered it. A man in his early twenties stood there with flowers and a clipboard.

"Is this the Underwood residence?" he asked.

I nodded.

"These are for Raine," he said.

"That's me," I said.

He handed me the clipboard and I signed my name. "Who're they from?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.

I handed him the clipboard and took the purple flowers. I shut the door, locked it, and sat on the couch. There was a note--of course--written in extremely gorgeous cursive. It said:

Raine, I miss talking to you. I miss knowing you. I see you and you never seem happy. I want to make you happy. I want to be there for you. I want to hold you and tell you how special you are. I would tell you who I am, but I'm scared. I know, that's kinda stupid for a guy to say, but it's true. You are beautiful. I think about you all the time. And I heard about what happened with your brother... What a prick! I'd never do anything like that! I hope you're okay. Hope to talk to you soon. :)

Love From Afar

I'd never gotten a secret admierer note before. I tried to think of guys I knew in school. There weren't many. I could really only think of two. Jack and Vance. And since Jack had a thing for Kourtney, I assumed Vance. Vance was 5 foot 9, came from a family of three brothers and six sisters, he had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and his parents both loved him dearly. And his birthday was August 15th. We hadn't talked in a while.

I picked up my phone and scrolled all the way down to the bottom of my contact list. I surprisingly still had Vance's number. I debated on calling him. Chances that this was him, were 50-50. I pressed "call" and awaited his answer. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" he asked.

Did I mention he was British?

"Hey, Vance? It's Raine," I said, clearing my throat.

"Raine?! Hi! I miss talking to you!" he chuckled.

I half-smiled to myself. "How've you been?"

"Good. And you?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. "I, uh, got some purple flowers today."

"Really," he stated rather than questioned.

"Yep. Were they from you?" I asked.

There was silence. I could hear him breathing. I took the silence as a yes.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked.

"Because," he sighed. "I wasn't sure what your reaction would be."

"Well, I think we need to talk more before I decide if I like you or not--you know, like that," I clarified.

"Yeah," he said.